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

The emergency lights hadn’t come on when Orion’s body completely collapsed to the floor. Tyson didn’t waste a second.He knelt, making sure Orion’s breathing was stable, then pulled the dark hoodie off the man’s body. His movements were quick and practiced. Then he swapped shoes, changed pants, even adjusted the way the sleeves were folded and the position of the shoulders.At most, ten minutes, that was the window before the system would reactivate and everything would go chaotic.Tyson dragged Orion to the desk chair in front of the computer. He sat him upright, propping the back with additional supports, tied his wrists to the chair’s arms, then secured his ankles to the desk legs. His head was tilted slightly forward, as if focused on the screen.The hoodie he had been wearing, now on Orion, was pulled low to cover part of his face.From a distance, from the angle of a camera that was now off, Orion looked like he was just working, a convincing enough illusion.Noise began to come

The moment that hand clamped down on his shoulder, Tyson’s body moved faster than his mind.His arm snapped up, catching the wrist before the pressure could fully settle. With one sharp pull, he twisted his torso slightly to the side, wrenching the man’s arm into an unnatural angle.A sharp intake of breath was heard, followed by a strangled groan that turned into a shout as Tyson used the momentum.He rose from the chair in one fluid motion, his shoulder slamming into his opponent’s chest. The man’s balance collapsed. Their bodies spun briefly before both went down, but Tyson was already on top.Tyson’s elbow pressed into the man’s chest, one knee locking his waist in place, while the arm was still twisted back at a punishing angle. The pressure was precise, enough to immobilize, no more, no less.The man screamed in pain, his breathing ragged, anger and humiliation blending into one. His voice echoed through the cramped room, loud enough to trigger chaos.Seconds later, the door bur

Tyson was moved out of that room without many words. His head was covered tightly again, dark fabric wrapping around his vision, erasing direction and distance.It was not without reason. Slyvn had heard, and read, about Tyson’s past four years ago, about his involvement with the police and the unconventional methods he supposedly possessed, a strange way of “knowing” things.Whether it was instinct, pattern recognition, or something else that could not be explained by simple logic, Slyvn had no intention of taking risks.As a precaution, all possibilities of direct contact were cut off.Tyson was not allowed to see. He was not allowed to recognize voices. He was not allowed to catch any details that could be stored in his mind.His hands were also bound behind his back throughout the transfer, fully restricting his movement.When the covering was finally removed, Tyson was already inside a room clearly designed not for comfort, but for function.A work desk stood in the middle of the

Under Slyvn’s contemplative gaze and the undisguised aura of violence emanating from his subordinates, Tyson remained seated with the same calm, almost relaxed demeanor.“If you doubt me,” Tyson finally said, his voice low but clear, “you can look into me in Valenbourg.”Slyvn stared at him without expression.“My business. My official trail,” Tyson continued. Then, with the same calm, he mentioned, “Ravenhart.”He lifted his shoulders slightly, as if talking about something trivial.“Unlike before, this time my existence isn’t completely concealed. So I think it won’t be difficult for you to find information about Ravenhart.”It wasn’t a bluff. It was a cold calculation. In a situation like this, where he could die at any moment, Tyson could only offer something bigger, and Ravenhart was one of them.It wasn’t that he was afraid of dying; it was just that his main goal had not yet been achieved. Not to mention, he missed someone.Slyvn did not respond immediately. His eyes remained f

Time moved slowly in that room. For almost half a day, Tyson was left alone, accompanied only by the sofa, the surveillance cameras, and a deliberately imposed silence. His body remained relaxed, his back leaning against the seat, shoulders lowered as if he did not care. Yet his leg, slowly and repeatedly moving, betrayed one small thing.Impatience.It was not a mistake. Quite the opposite, it was intentional.Tyson knew exactly what kind of man Slyvn Grande was. A man who enjoyed control, who deliberately made his targets wait until their patience was slowly worn down.So Tyson allowed that small crack to show. Just a little, of course, enough to make the man let his guard down. Enough to create the illusion that his composure was beginning to fracture.The door finally opened.Slyvn Grande walked in with an unhurried stride, followed by his right-hand man and several of his subordinates. Their presence filled the room, rough, yet restrained by their leader’s authority.Slyvn sat d

Mr. Hale stared at Anna with a probing gaze, sharp and calculating, as if trying to pierce through her outermost layer. He said nothing, allowing the silence to hang between them once more. But Anna did not flinch.Her face remained calm, her posture steady. For three years with Tyson, she had learned many things, most of all how to remain standing under pressure.That man had dragged her into situations far more dangerous and exhausting, far more irritating than a mere investigative stare like this. Compared to everything she had seen and experienced, this moment was almost meaningless. She returned the gaze without defiance.A few seconds later, Anna finally spoke.“I was only asking because from your intention to make Tyson the new head of Aelius Group, it means that this position is not inherited based on blood relations or kinship.”Mr. Hale narrowed his eyes slightly, listening.“And also,” Anna continued calmly, “it means it doesn’t have to be someone who has been inside the g