City Of Night Novel Novels & Stories

The City of Night. It unfolded before us like a secret—towers of obsidian with windows that glowed like starlight trapped in fragile glass. Canals wound through the city like veins, black water reflecting the shimmer of floating lanterns. There were no street lamps—just suspended orbs of flame-less light drifting in still air. Everything was too clean. Too symmetrical. A dreary kind of beauty. It felt like walking into a trap built by angels. The docks groaned as the ship pulled in.

Dante I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of my library, staring at the city lights bleeding into the darkness below. The library was the one place I spent most of my time. Città dei Re stared right back at me. This city never truly slept. Even after everything that had happened, people still moved through the streets, businesses still opened, and money still changed hands as though blood had never stained the ground a year ago. But I remembered. I remembered every second of that day.

This situation was the most obvious one in Night Jade City, which was located in the north of the Heavenly Lake City. It was almost dark in the city, and there were men and women fighting on the streets from time to time. It was so chaotic that there was nothing to say. In stark contrast with it, a three-story building in the city was ablaze with lights, singing, dancing, and laughing. The top floor of the three-story tall building was a hollow attic, surrounded by silk and white cloth. It seemed to be in cahoots with the moon and classmates with heaven and earth.

Just staying all-nighter for his student's grade is a good teacher if one could have say. ******************************** In the night as the air is breathing cold throughout the city a beautiful moon is at the clear sky showing it's dazzling presence. The city is still lively even in this night as it conquered the dark night with its thousands upon thousands of light from the busy streets. Lights covered the whole city except some small parts around the corners where only fewer people passed by. At the dark street with only dim lights, there are 8 figures are sitting down at the ground. It might be dim but one can see the wounds and bruises around their body.

“I’ll be right back. I’m going to make you a quick cocktail. It’ll heal you up, painlessly.” Whatever it was, it sounding fucking great to her. Hell, it sounded like the best thing ever. Lily wished she had some the first time around. “Okay.” BY THE GODS THERE Nothing more aromatic to ever hit his nose, than this female’s scent. Roses and embers. Something so incredibly unique, so incredibly delicious. Caspius looked at his friends. Some friends they were. A shifter, a vampire and an incubus walk into a bar. Caspius rolled his eyes. Just thinking about their odd pairing sounded like a bad joke.

- she said to herself, rubbing eyes lightly with her hand. After all, Nadir had spent all her life in the Underworld, and to feed she would always go out at night, returning before sunrise, so she was not used to it, and the sun's rays striking her eyes were not pleasant. Nadir got up and pulled the blinds all the way down, then folded the couch she slept on and stowed the sheets in it.

The old man walked to the window and couldn't help but let out a long sigh. The situation was very turbulent now. He always had an indescribable sense of unease in his heart. He hoped this unease would not come true. Otherwise, Miami would no longer be peaceful... In the Nether Realm, it was impossible to tell day from night. Here, it was always an endless night. But everyone knew that the Lich Lord loved lights. Inside Ghostspire Citadel, lights blazed everywhere. Especially in Ghost City, which was so lavish and magnificent that it was known as the Nightless City.

She is helpless. It's dark, but City C at night is more charming than that during the day. Neon lights reflect the prosperity of the city, and there are well-dressed men and women everywhere. The closer the taxi gets to home, the more uneasy she gets. What will meet her? Is it insulting, beating, or something? No matter what it is, Nina is sure it's a tough night. All the lights in Lucien's villa are on. Nina can feel the depressing atmosphere outside.

I’ll handle it in the morning. I take my glass, with bottle of wine. I walk through the house, turning off the lights, making sure everything is locked up. Then, I head back upstairs to my bedroom and N*****x, feeling full and satisfied. I put the wine down with the glass, on the bedside table. I refresh the tv and press play. I curl up in the bed with a comfy blanket. Honestly, it’s moments like this that I do begin to miss New York. There’s no noise of the city, no friends like “Marcy” coming over to my house late night at eleven pm cause she was out have drinks and wants to crash. Owen getting pissed off cause he has to be awake for work in the morning. If that didn’t happen, he would get

Several elite Nightfall warriors. And dozens of scouts. As the gates opened, the city became silent. Althea looked back one final time. Nightfall. The city that had changed her life. The city where she discovered her bloodline. Her mother. Her family. Her destiny. The city where she stopped being merely a rejected wolf. And became something else. Something she still didn't fully understand. The gates slowly opened. The northern road stretched beyond them. Long. Cold. Unknown. The Guardian guided his horse beside hers.