Beast Of The Yellow Night Novels & Stories

Crash! The man was hurled back, slamming into wooden crates until they shattered into splinters. A beast stood in the center of the alley. Its fur was pitch black like soot, absorbing all surrounding light. Its eyes were golden-yellow, glowing with a terrifying intensity. A low snarl ripped from its maw, vibrating the air straight through Sora’s ribs. The second man trembled. His weapon shook uncontrollably in his hand. "Shi... Shifter? Why is there a monster here?"

There were no features—only a smooth, pale surface, a blank page where a soul should have been. "Because you were the only one who didn't look away," he said. The "dog" finished its work. The field was empty now—no sheep, no monsters, only a yawning, bottomless pit where the barn used to be. The creature stood on the edge of the abyss, its coat slick with glowing, bioluminescent fluids. It turned back toward me, still wearing that hideous, human-toothed smile. The stranger began to walk away, trailing the leash behind him. The creature followed, its eyes locked onto mine, its smile widening until I thought its jaw would snap.

AS I STEPPED INTO the hallway, the pitch-black paint nearly left me in the dark, but I was used to it and soon enough my eyes adjusted to the lighting. Curved into the walls were vines decorated with spikes. The carvings are as pitch black as the wall itself, so anyone who got too close to the wall would be sliced open by the spikes. I wasn't looking at the spikes, though, but at the things hanging from them. Thousands of little objects hung from the spikes: necklaces, bracelets, watches, etc. I took every piece from a corpse the Nightmare Master forced me to massacre.

His shyness scared people away… With a frown, his mind returned to poor Debbie. Good thing that child-molesting asshole was already dead or he'd kill him. He actually wished that the asshole was still alive so that he could torture the bastard and THEN kill him. Beast popped his neck and several of the prisoners under his care were unsure of what to make of the giant, scarred, guard that smirked one minute and scowled the next. One thing was for certain; the sight of him alone assured that none of them would be stepping out of line.

The beast emerged from the shadows behind the hunters, its form larger than any wolf Annabel had ever seen. Its massive shoulders brushed tree trunks as it stalked forward, its yellow eyes glowing with an unnatural light. The hunters froze, their weapons shifting uneasily in their hands. The leader cursed under his breath. “What is that thing?” Damian didn’t respond. He stepped protectively in front of Annabel, his claws extending again. Elijah’s stance mirrored his, though his eyes never left the creature as it growled, low and rumbling, shaking the air around them.

“Two…” At two the beast came out in full form and I was definitely not waiting for a three before I ran the heck outta there. We ran as fast as we could as the beast chased us like a predator would to its prey. I couldn’t help but look back, to see how close it was and my heart leaped anytime I did. It was monstrous and had pale yellow skin. It appeared to be a wolf that became oversize and resembled one of those werewolf myths humans came up with. It couldn’t stand on its two feet but ran towards us in gorilla style.

HIS MIGHT TEARETH THE FOREST AND CRUSHETH THE CITIES, hear THEN HIS VOICE IN THE DARKNESS, ANSWER HIS CALL WITH THINE WHOLE HEART, OPEN YE HEARTS TO BE MADE OVER INTO HIS IMAGE, THE YELLOW KING OF YELLOW SKIES . I thought afterward it was just because I was dreaming, but occasionally his words became garbled, voice grating with guttural consonants that didn’t sound English . . . or even human, at all. And the flies. Buzzing and humming beneath McIlvian’s chant, a droning undertone that seemed to rise and fall in cadence with his voice. The curious thing? The flies were yellow. They weren’t bees or hornets or yellow jackets. Their buzz was heavier, throatier sounding. No, this high-pitched bu

“Humans only differentiated them with a particular leaf called wolfbane and another device which is yet to be confirmed true, Silver.” The next few pages are empty and when I stumble on the 30th page I see a drawing of a trap, one I’ve seen before in that abandoned cabin in the forbidden parts of the school. The ballista trap and under it my mother wrote. “Hundreds of years ago, this device loaded with wolfbane was used to kill the beasts of the night. Now though, they don’t live amongst humans.” But who are the beasts of the night? I keep asking myself until I turn to the next page where I see the drawing of a wolf’s head.

The night was slowly falling on us, I felt that overwhelming feeling of wanting all this to end once and for all. And I didn't like that, I wasn't backing down. The wolves began to stalk. There were at least twenty of them, good sized, with yellow eyes because they had night vision. My eyes were used to the night, I could see them without any problem. I took a breath, feet on the ground and then, closed my eyes trying to return to my faith.

He throws the green glowing one to the ground, and a giant black cat as tall as Alfi appears. “Strigiformes!” He throws the yellow glowing one to the ground, and a giant black owl as tall as Alfi appears. “Behold! Mgepmgvulgtlagln Yeeognge, the Four Cursed Beasts!” He exclaimed. “Mpek-mpek Yogi?” Varz finds it hard to speak. “Mgepmgvulgtlagln Yeeognge!” Alfi said. “Tempe Yogi?” “Mgepmgvulgtlagln Yeeognge.”