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Late Night Met Splinter

Embers Of The Night

As Mia drove through the bustling city streets, her heart began to race—not from the traffic, but from the chilling knowledge that a bomb had been planted in her car. The news had come through a frantic message on her phone, a warning from an anonymous source that sent her spiraling into a state of panic. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she fought to maintain control. With every red light, her dread deepened. She knew that the moment she stopped the car, the bomb would detonate. The thought of leaving her Lysander behind filled her with a profound sense of sorrow. They had so many plans, dreams of a future together that now felt impossibly distant. With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and dialed Lysander’s number. “Mi Amore?” Lysander’s voice came through, laced with concern. “What’s wrong?” Mia smiled sadly, he could always tell when something was bothering her and yet she was going to leave him. “Lysander , I need you to listen to me,” she said, her voice quivering. “ You’re a very great person. I never thought I would find this type of love. I only thought love like this was just a fairytale. But you….you….” Mia paused taking in a deep breath. “Anna? What’s happening? Is something wrong? You’re scaring me.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she turned her head towards the backseat where the bomb sat. How could she tell this to Lysander? She was going to die and leave him. She was going to leave him alone with the thoughts and dreams they shared. Silence hung heavy on the line, and Anna could almost hear the rapid beating of her heart. “I just found out…… I… I don’t have much time,” she choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, love. I won’t be able to see you again.” “Don’t say that! We’ll figure this out! Just tell me what’s happening? ” he urged, desperation creeping into his tone. “No, please, just listen. It’s too late now. I love you so much, and I want you to remember that. You’ve made my life so beautiful. I wish I could hold you one last time.” Her voice broke as she fought to keep her composure. “Anna, don’t—” “I have to go, Lysander . Just know that I’m always with you.” With that, she hung up, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She looked at the cliff ahead of her and stepped on the gas, the car racing towards the cliff. ************* In the heart of a bustling college town, twenty-year-old Anna Mia Harper is juggling classes, bills, and a growing sense of despair as an orphan navigating life on her own. Desperate for cash, she stumbles upon a peculiar job listing: a grave cleaner and companion for the dead at the local cemetery, promising a month’s rent for just one night of work. Excited by the prospect, Anna Mia arrives under the eerie glow of the moon, ready to face whatever the night may bring. But when she encounters a mysterious man lounging atop a tombstone—one who bears a striking resemblance to a deceased local legend—her heart races. Is he a ghost, a trick of the light, or something more sinister?
Aishat_isd · 17.1K Views

Tunnel Of The Night

When a sudden quarantine leaves them stranded on an isolated campus, seven brilliant, parentless students of the prestigious Hisar Institute must make an uneasy peace with their situation. Arlt, a Renaissance philology student and gifted linguist, narrates their tale—a story shrouded in secrets as ancient as the campus itself. United by their orphaned pasts and exceptional linguistic abilities, they linger in Suare Kairos, a grim four-story dormitory overshadowed by the silent gaze of the Aeternolis statue. Life in quarantine is quiet until they stumble upon a hidden tunnel beneath the library, a passage rumored to have sheltered professors fleeing the horrific Great Genocide Era. What begins as a curious exploration soon reveals a legacy of betrayal, forbidden knowledge, and concealed atrocities that refuse to remain buried. Inside the tunnel, the students find relics of a forgotten resistance—ancient texts, obscure manuscripts, and encrypted journals that point to a grim legacy the Institute sought to erase. As they decode the cryptic writings, the students are pulled into a web of secrets that threatens to unravel not only the history of their institution but also their very identities. Each discovery comes at a cost, forcing them to confront questions about loyalty, survival, and the fine line between knowledge and power. Bound by a shared past yet divided by dark ambitions, they must decide: how far will they go to preserve the truths they’ve unearthed? And, when knowledge becomes dangerous, is it worth dying—or even killing—for? A tale of mystery, academic rivalry, and haunting secrets, The Scholars of Aeternolis explores the weight of history on those who seek to uncover it and the cost of pursuing forbidden knowledge.
DaoistPEFreT · 664 Views

To Late to Regret My Dear emperor

In the vast and breathtaking empire of Robelian, a land renowned for its wealth, beauty, and prosperity, none are more feared than its ruler, Ludwig De Robelian. Known for his relentless ambition and ruthless approach to warfare, Ludwig strikes terror into the hearts of all who oppose him. Once a fair and strategic leader, he has become a conqueror of kingdoms, one who will not hesitate to destroy any who dare to stand in his path. His enemies whisper tales of his cruelty, of villages burned to ash and royal families brought to their knees, all to satisfy his insatiable hunger for power. Even his allies tread carefully, aware that his allegiance is as sharp and unforgiving as the blade he wields. They say that when Ludwig rides to battle, a shroud of darkness falls over the land, as though the very air quakes in fear of his wrath. The woman screamed, clutching the bed sheets as another wave of pain swept over her. Her face glistened with sweat, and her breaths came in desperate gasps. Outside the small house, a cloaked figure approached, hood shadowing his face. He paused at the door, listening to the cries within, then slowly raised his hand to knock. Inside, an elderly midwife, worn by years of hardship, rushed between the woman in labor and a boiling pot of water. Her voice was gentle yet firm. "Hold on, my dear, it won’t be long now. Just one more push." The woman bit her lip, focusing her strength on the final surge. Her child’s first cry filled the air, mingling with her relieved sigh. The midwife wrapped the newborn in a coarse but warm blanket and held the child close. She whispered, "A fine, strong baby. I wonder what fate awaits you." Just then, the door creaked open, and the cloaked man stepped in. His voice was cold yet commanding. "Is it done?" The midwife turned, her face paling. She bowed slightly, clutching the baby protectively. "Yes, my lord. The child is born." The man pulled back his hood, revealing the chiseled features of a soldier scarred from battle. His eyes glinted with ambition. "So, Ludwig de Robelian has an heir." Elizabeth was shocked , when she hears those words, the man that she love the most Just said those sharp words that broke her the most ... Will Elizabeth find a way to find her happiness or she will continue to endure the cold treatment and the abusive husband that she love for five years
Rey_zel · 6.6K Views
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