Novels by Stherie Night

Ruth frowned in annoyance, but then breathed a sigh of relief. She asked once again, "Why are you sneaking around, huh?Luca, who was a little behind Ruth and couldn't see clearly in the dark, asked, "Who's there? I can't see very well.""Who else? Your friend Dash, huh!" Ruth's tone was filled with complaints.Dash hobbled over to them, wide-eyed and with his hands clutching his flat stomach. He had a tired and slightly pale face as he said, "I'm starving. You guys left no food on the table."Hearing that, Luca lightly patted his forehead and chuckled, "Ahh, I've eaten everything. I forgot there were still people here.""Hmm. Come on, I'll make something for you to eat. Luca brought a lot of vegetables earlier," Ruth said as she led them out of the storage room and into the kitchen.They sat at the dining table while Ruth struggled with the vegetables and cooking utensils."Where did you get vegetables in the midst of this world chaos?" asked Dash, looking at Luca in confusion.Luca

Luca carefully looked around, but stepped recklessly. He didn’t know if this was the space inside the ancient jade stone called Ruth or not? All he saw was a dense forest, with no land for houses, gardening, or anything else. Looking around again, Luca felt that something was wrong with the place. It may not actually be a space in the jade stone. As he walked, something fell right in front of him. He looked down and saw a rolled-up piece of paper. Luca examined the rolled-up paper and opened it. There was writing on the ancient paper roll. Paper Roll: This is a truly private and relaxed place, just for you and your partner. You can customize it as you please and make it your own. Frowning and casting a mocking glance. “Is this a joke? Do I have to handle it myself too? I’ve had enough dealing with madness in my life!” Doesn’t anyone behind the paper roll know that the world he currently lives in is already filled with exhausting chaos, and he has to manage this place too? “Okay,

He could hear the sound of fast and noisy footsteps in the distance. A crowd of ferocious-looking, blood-soaked zombies were rapidly approaching their base.“The zombies are coming!”Luca, who was inexperienced in dealing with zombies in the last days, looked a little nervous and worried. Fortunately, he kept his cool, knowing that they wouldn’t be able to survive for long if the zombies made it in.Ruth looked very calm, as if she was used to hearing Luca’s words. She rushed out and looked carefully in the direction of the settlement in question.In the distance, she saw several figures moving slowly and irregularly. They looked human, but there was something strange about their movements, which were too stiff and staggered.“Pretty fast. I thought they would come in half an hour,” Ruth muttered, trying to justify what she saw.“Unfortunately, reality speaks otherwise,” Luca replied, raising his weapon. “We must be prepared to face them.”Luca pressed a button, making a hole open in

Luca and Ruth are two people who are always cautious in their actions, especially in a world full of dangers, like the world they live in now. Through the surveillance camera, they saw a familiar man standing outside the gate. It was Dash, Luca’s friend.Although they wondered why Dash had gotten here, they didn’t discuss it right away. There was still time to ask about it, anyway.Ruth let out a long sigh of relief. “It is Dash. Come on, go down and check it out!”Nodding lightly, Luca responded, “Bring weapons. We don’t know what’s going on down below.”They got ready to go down and check on Dash. In fear of zombies following Dash, they decided to dress up with weapons. Luca took his M16 rifle while Ruth carried a pocket knife and a pistol.They walked out of the house carefully, ready to face the danger. The streets around their house were quiet and dark, with only dim street lights illuminating the streets.“Dash!” called Luca.Dash, outside the gate, heard his name being called by

Ruth remained silent and continued her work, as if reluctant to answer. This made Luca even more curious. “Tell me, how do you know General Hugo?” Luca asked again and would ask until he got an answer. However, Ruth didn’t want to answer. She just clenched her mouth and walked into the living room. Luca followed along like a chicken, but his mouth kept making noises. “We were comrades in arms before and until the end of the world came, but you kept secrets from me. This is outrageous!” Ruth stopped walking, turned back, and looked at Luca. The expression on her face did not look good. After a few moments of staring at the man, she let out a light snort, then said, “You’re so noisy, like a woman in heat.” “Hey, what are you saying?” Luca interrupted irritably. If it weren’t for his curiosity about Hugo, he wouldn’t have said so much. Turning her face away and resuming her steps, Ruth said, “Didn’t I tell you that I can predict the future, and this Hugo is in it?” “So you don’t k

Luca was the last to rise from his chair, so he saw Ruth faint and swiftly caught her body. Cold sweat was seeping down the girl’s back as if she had taken a shower, her face pale and slightly hot. Luca took Ruth to her room, laid her down, and took care of her. He patiently wiped away her sweat. In the evening, Ruth still didn’t wake up and her body had a severe fever. It was so hot that it could cook a sunny-side-up egg. The sunlight did not change, it became more like blood day by day. More and more people fell ill, and the chaos intensified. Luca stayed at home. He monitored the situation on the monitor, watched the news channels, and took care of unconscious Ruth. Fortunately, there was an IV that could help her. As for Luca, from his dreams, he knew he was just an ordinary person. That’s why he tried hard to train his physical strength, agility and accuracy of attacks were also necessary. Tired of having no one to talk to and not knowing what to do, Luca turned on his lapto

Mateo glared at Tyson, his breathing heavy, but what truly made his blood boil wasn’t the words that came out of Tyson’s mouth, it was his expression.Calm. Flat. Not a trace of fear.Once, that boy would always lower his head, silent like a shadow afraid of the light. The moment Mateo raised his voice, Tyson would bow immediately, apologizing even for things that weren’t his fault. And now, that same person stood before him without the slightest hint of submission, as if all the power Mateo once had over him meant absolutely nothing anymore.“Honest?” Mateo repeated, his tone low, a venomous whisper. “You don’t even know what that word means.”His steps were heavy as he moved closer, stopping just inches away from Tyson.“You talk as if you have the right to. As if you still deserve to be here.”Tyson looked at him blankly, as though he couldn’t understand what exactly was making the older man so furious.“I’m not talking about what’s deserved,” he said evenly. “I’m just saying what

The grand staircase of the De Leon villa looked more magnificent than he remembered. Crystal chandeliers glittered overhead, scattering light in every direction, making the shadows on the walls resemble fragments of false faces.Each step he took echoed softly against the marble floor, polished to a sterile perfection.The moment he appeared in the great hall, the guests’ conversations fell silent.The guests, family business partners, his father’s old friends, a few prominent names who had come to savor the De Leon family drama, greeted him with smiles brimming with curiosity.Some looked at him politely; others, as though assessing his worth.Mateo De Leon stood at the center of the hall, tall and authoritative in his black suit. To his right stood Martin, wearing a confident smile and a calculating gaze, while Kaylee, on his left, looked elegant in her emerald dress.The three of them looked like a perfect family portrait, and Tyson, walking toward them, was the faint stain that so

Luis didn’t move an inch despite Anna’s outburst. The two guards behind him stood just as still, their postures rigid like their bodies were carved out of steel. The air in the room grew heavy, thick with tension pressing against the four walls.Luis turned his gaze toward Tyson. It was difficult to read somewhere between a subtle threat and a quiet warning. Then, a faint smile curved his lips. On the surface, it looked polite, even gentle, but beneath it lurked something cold and poisonous.“Mr. Tyson,” he said softly, his voice cutting through the air like a thin, sharp whisper, “surely you know what choice is wiser in a situation like this.”He paused, leaning slightly forward. “To surrender and comply… or to resist, and cause unnecessary trouble.”The threat wasn’t shouted or crude, yet it lingered in the air, sharp and unmistakable, like the edge of a blade waiting to strike whoever dared to defy him.Tyson stared back without a word. His eyes were cold, unreadable.Anna, who had

In the depths of unconsciousness, the voice of the system came piercing through the thick fog of his mind.[Ability usage has exceeded the body’s adaptive limit.][Recovery process in progress.]Tyson tried to move his body, but it felt as if he were being dragged underwater. Every muscle resisted his command. His breathing was heavy, his head throbbed in waves of heat and cold that alternated endlessly. All he could do was listen.[System is stabilizing cellular function. It is advised not to activate any ability for the next 48 hours.]Silence hung for a few seconds before the voice returned.[Partial reboot initiated. Synchronizing data with host: 89%... 92%... complete.] [System level: advanced adaptation stage achieved.]Reboot. Level increased.Tyson wanted to ask what it meant, but his mind was too scattered. Behind his closed eyelids, he caught fleeting glimpses of glowing codes flickering like fragments of light… then everything disappeared.No more voice. No more instructio

In the darkness of the room, Tyson lay motionless. His breathing was heavy and uneven, sweat tracing from his temples down to his neck. His body burned, as if the fire he had buried for years was finally clawing its way out.And in the middle of that fever, his mind was dragged into a deep abyss.He wasn’t sleeping.He was trapped.It began with a whisper.“There’s nothing more disgraceful than a son who taints his family’s name. You’re a disgrace. You’ll be the one to destroy this family someday. A real jinx.”Then the face appeared, his father’s, eyes sharp as blades, staring at him as though Tyson wasn’t his own blood.Another figure followed, it’s his older brother who was standing behind their father, lips curling into a thin and cruel smile, one that reeked of superiority and barely hidden disgust.“He’s always been like that,” the brother murmured just loud enough for everyone to hear. “Hard to believe he can still pretend to be innocent.”Tyson wanted to scream to deny it, bu

Tyson had just arrived at his apartment shortly before dawn. The sky outside the window was still dark, lit only by the faint shimmer of city lights. His body felt heavy, not merely from physical exhaustion, but from the aftereffects of using his ability too many times that day.His head throbbed, a dull, persistent pressure pulsing behind his temples. He thought about collapsing into bed the moment he stepped inside, but the feeling of grime clinging to his skin after a day of handling all sorts of objects made him stop.He cleaned himself first, the cold water running down his skin offering a brief relief from the ache inside his skull.When he was done, Tyson let himself fall onto the bed, his limbs drained of strength. His eyes closed, but his mind refused to settle. He could still hear the faint echo of Rodriguez’s voice from earlier in the car.“You seem very different now… calmer. Colder, too.”Those words kept replaying in his head. Tyson opened his eyes slowly, staring at th