Creatures Of The Night Novels & Stories

"If you won't tell me what he is, then why bring it up?" "One because you are still angry with me. Two because there are other kinds of creatures that we might come into contact with but trust me, I will protect you. Nothing will happen to you." God! Right now, my fingers are combing my hair in frustration. There are other creatures? "What other creatures could there be?" "Aside from Dragons, there are vampires, werewolves, mages, and zombies. Vampires, werewolves, and mages exude a lot of population and blend so well among the human race. Zombies are rare but Dragons are few.

Undead Creations: Bone Knight: A towering behemoth clad in armour forged from the very bones of the fallen. These warriors are formidable in battle, their strength augmented by the souls of countless warriors bound within their skeletal frame. Summoning a Bone Knight requires a vast number of souls and a deep connection to the power of death. Wraith Stalker: A spectral assassin, swift and deadly, composed of pure ethereal energy. Wraith Stalkers are masters of stealth and surprise, their forms flickering in and out of existence, leaving trails of icy cold in their wake.

As expected, the red fairies retreated to their camp. In a distant jungle, three towns away from the blue crystal wolves clan, a man named Tiger was planning a meeting. The goal was to acquire a highly powerful magical amulet from the blue crystal wolves clan. Their intention was to use the amulet's magic to enhance their own powers, aspiring to rule both the wolves clans and the human world. Who are these individuals? Tiger and his group were known as the Night Crawlers. Despite being able to move around during the day, they were pure-blooded vampires with a strong disdain for humans. They didn't hesitate to kill anyone who opposed them.

They had prepared new horrors for this very day. Suddenly, a shriek echoed from within the Citadel's heart, followed by a chorus of growls and wails—creatures born not of flesh, but of nightmare. The ground itself seemed to writhe as the twisted beasts emerged from the shadows. They were creatures made of bone and storm, their bodies shifting and writhing, ever-changing. The Citadel had given birth to them in dark rituals, nightmares given form.

The ground shook with force again, throwing people off and the ground split from different sides and from there, the night creatures started crawling out of it, their eyes looking all red and bloodthirsty, and they were dressed in warrior’s clothes. At one side of the area stood some students with wide eyes as they watch the creatures that crawled out. A girl in their midst suddenly shouted, and it attracted the creatures. She took to her heels and started to run but she had not taken more than three strides when one of the creatures pounced on her and sank his fangs into her neck. The girl dropped dead to the ground, her body turning pale as the blood has been drained out of her body.

A blizzard of wooden splinters burst into the air on impact, the door effortlessly disintegrating until it resembles nothing of relevance anymore. The violent wind gushes through the open pane, blowing sharply into the room as three decerped Nightcrawlers barge their way through the small opening. Their eyes glow red as they scan the small space ravenously, venturing further into the home as they search each room while destroying anything that lays in their path, fueled by nothing but utter destruction. “Where is she?” the largest of the three creature’s hisses as he crawls towards the defiant parents, remaining unbudged despite the aggressive approach.

I heard a gruffy voice in the distance, dishing out orders. Dammit! I should've pulled out the maid's guts when I had the chance! “How do these werewolves even summon their wolves?” I wondered, trying to summon my wolf based on the knowledge I had gathered, especially from Alpha Cassius's memory. “Dammit! That old man made this appear too easy.”

Then, the night was filled with darkness, home to the creatures of the night. I had heard the phrase creatures of the night refer to animals like wolves, owls, bats, and so on, but also to vampires. I frowned and opened the book on the history of vampires, but when I opened it, I couldn’t read it. The script wasn’t of any language I had ever seen. The pages were much older than the book on the Moon Goddess. I turned it over to look at the back cover. There was no bar code there. There wasn’t one on the front cover, either.

But that wasn’t what he was drawing today. There was a picture of two girls—rendered crudely in crayon, but still identifiable as girls. One of them had short blond hair and the other had long brown braids. Their hands were on their faces and their mouths open in screams. David had drawn these as big black circles. A huge black shadow hovered before them, a shapeless body with red eyes and clearly defined hands. The hands looked like long silver knives. There were many drawings before this one. Lauren wondered how long David had been at it.