Winternight Stories 소설 & 이야기

III The night was dark, darker than any other night before. Iltiras walked down the lonely path, the darkness didn’t bother him. He was more than curious what will happen on this path in the middle of the night. Stories were told about power-eating demons and faeries that attack travelers around midnight. He wanted to see them for himself, or as he liked to say with eyes unclouded. No one really dared to walk the path alone; no one wanted to because of the trees and their long, dreadful shadows, which fell on them, that looked like men with bony fingers that ended with talons. The leaves in their bases were bloody red in color. His leg stepped on one of the piles that were in his way, he exp

Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted across this dark, lifeless plain. In a different plane lied a primordial creature of the night finding solace in the eternal night that plagued his castle, the whistle and Chimes of fate had stirred his old blood awake. He knew that times were finally changing, and it seemed he had to get back to the game. "I wonder how Netherndel is faring, it's time I get back" his deep red eyes shone with a dangerous glint as he looked across the darkness, his eyes seemed to bypass the veil between planes for his gaze had a godly presence that came with it.

Leaves. I close my swollen eyes. Tomorrow. Pyre. Flames. End. I let my head fall forward. The chains creak. In the silence of my deaf world, one last thought surfaces—clear, quiet, final: *If there’s anything after… find me, Victoria.* *I’ll wait.* The fire crackles. The chains hold. And Raven Winterstar—nine years old, scion of death, girlfriend of a vampire princess—waits for the dawn that will burn her away.

Exhausted and frustrated, she finally decided to get some rest, hoping that sleep would bring clarity. That night, she was plagued by unsettling dreams. The shadowy realm of Nyxterra reappeared in her sleep, its endless twilight sky and eerie silence wrapping around her like a shroud. In the dream, she wandered through the desolate landscape, calling out for Elias, but the shadows swallowed her voice, leaving her isolated and lost.

Relief because his wife had been wrong and guilt because even if she was right, he wouldn't have let go of the siren. After inspecting the bodies, the king returned to his horse where the guard stood, questioning the villagers. "Are you sure nothing unusual happened?" King Edwardo asked. "Greetings, Your Highness," they chorused with a slight bow. "Everything about the night was unusual, your highness. I was in my bed when a strong wind started blowing. It was so violent that it forced our doors open and broke our windows…" "Go on," Edwardo urged. "Then there was this melody…. It was so beautiful and enchanting. That's all I remember your highness. I can't tell what happened after that, but

“When you’re ready come downstairs. I brought food I think you might like. I cannot stay cause I have matters to attend to but, I will be letting the Hofer’s know about what happened, see what steps they want to take. “ “Thank you, sir.” “Take some rest, come down when you’re ready.” He says as he leaves. “Also, I am putting this vervain sprout on all the windows. I don’t know who attacked you of if it was an animal. If was wildlife, this will keep them out.” He tells me with a smile. I feel at ease once more pray that it was just wildlife. “What if it was a Skinwalker or some dark creature? I’ve heard about them. I had a friend who grew up in the Appalachian mounts. She said it’s infested w

The dormitory's heating suddenly went out at one in the morning. Shivering beneath the blankets, I called June. On the other end, she sounded sleepy, yawning between words. "The power station said the lines were damaged and they're still repairing them. It won't be fixed until tomorrow morning. If you're cold, fill up a few more hot water bottles. There's nothing I can do about emergencies like this." Before I could say another word, the line disconnected, leaving behind nothing but the hollow beeping tone.

😂❤️ I’ve decided to make the chapters in each collection longer so you can spend more time with the characters, experience the tension, get more steamy moments, uncover the secrets, and really get lost inside every story. So please… keep your toes up! 👀😂🔥 Because I may have added a few twists here and there that you definitely weren’t expecting. 😏🌚🖤 Just when you think you understand what is happening… I might turn everything upside down. 👀💀 I want Dark Tales of Midnight to be the kind of book that makes you say, “Okay, just one more chapter…” and then suddenly realize it’s 2 a.m. 😂😭🌙

I cried so hard that I couldn't see my mother through the blurred tears. Ady's POV I don't know where I am, and the moonlight is bright, but the woods are dark. I had been running fast for a long time before I finally saw that fog was covering the whole forest. Thankfully, the wolf that bit my leg let me go after smelling the violet flowers that saved my life. I strolled because I could feel the severe damage that the wolf had done to my leg. My leg was beginning to numb and hurt, but I pulled it anyway. Jasper was the one who was howling earlier, and I heard him. It was almost a quarter past midnight. It hurts so much, and I am soaked in a cold sweat, and the wound feels on fire. Someone wa

Leaning on the closed door, he lets his breath out long and low, Noah just stands there. “They stare as if we have two heads,” I say, unwrapping Lysander to feed him. Eyes lock on us, drawn by rumors of what we carry, he says, sounding drained. Down he lowers himself, onto the thin mattress, studying how I hold our boy. A flicker of warmth crosses his face, though tightness holds its place across his back. Word travels fast about the snow disasters, shaped into stories people now name ‘the Witch’s Winter,’ passed mouth to ear by those who lived through Greymont.