Creatures Of The Night Novels & Stories

*** CROSS SPECIES OF THE NIGHT … the creatures of the night roots back to ancient times and had found themselves impure… Once in a blood moon, a legend had been born, a narrative to which extrapolate the glorified existence of night’s creatures that fed upon the fresh blood of mortals. Long before these creatures feasted to the world, a few there were that worshipped a Celtic God, which to their unchallenged belief, would lead them to the realization of their full potential.

Fruto raised his head and nodded gratefully. “It says that low-ranked creatures are the ones that crawl and dominate during the night. They are mostly nocturnal, and can harm one or two humans at the same night. These kinds of monsters prefer to move on their own. Although they can be lethal, it is known that there are rare cases of low-rank creatures creating chaos because they are lazy, hard to control and value singularity. Meanwhile, the mid-ranks are much dangerous. They can band and unite to kill everyone in one city. They have the power to create bloodbath if led by the strongest among their rank. The kind of monsters that belong here are those that can walk during the day.

Maybe it all came from the lingering frustration about every little thing since my little family reunion at school. I tried not to think about it. Or anything else in particular but as you know it’s quite hard to keep your mind blank, so yeah, not much luck. I switched on the lamp beside my bed taking out my Creatures of the Moon book, I was reading something about Wendigos the last time if I could recall well. Vicious creatures, I tell you. These were the true creatures of the night. More deadly than vampires in my opinion. I sighed through the pages buying out time, as the minutes whisked away.

The Creatures of the Night possess an ability unmatched by humans and they see it as a threat to the human race. The creatures of the night only wanted peace and to coexist with the humans were driven deep in the shadows and hidden from the public view by angry mobs of humans holding fitch forks and fire. In the night, with the guidance of Nyx they could find solace and acceptance. And that is enough for them to stay safe. In order to keep peace and order. Both goddesses appointed a set of individuals. A Werewolf Committee for Werewolves. A Vampire Council for Vampires.

These things feed on power and fear, the power that draws them to the strongest here, and negative emotions that are plentiful from the warriors who fear the beasts from the other world. “I’ll be fine,” I say, “I’ll take it-” A surge of sickening pungent darkness pollutes the air, and I jump back as another fissure opens in the ground and I see four crawlers that look similar to Azarakh rush forward. They are bigger than the others and look far more intelligent. They don’t care about power or attacking to kill all like the other crawlers. These have their dark, evil eyes fixed on me. “Hecate’s spawn…” one of them hisses before all four are in front of me, raising their knife-like claws.

He continued like he had not heard her "And watching the Earth, she craved for the freedom, for the waters, for the trees, and on one Blue moon, she summoned the courage to come down, as a wolf, which was one of her earlier creations, at first. Just going around, until a Creature from the deepest parts of hell chased her for dinner. This had gone on for a while till at 12 midnight, the moon goddess had finally turned into her human form, the Creature, marvelling. Long story cut short, they spent the rest of their day together till sunrise. Knowing she must return, and him, away from the light, both never sure of ever seeing again, decided to make a pact. With their blood mixed, they made a n

I WATCHED MY HANDS stitch up the new corpse on the table. These twins were among the thousands that ended up here since the Nightmare Master has been trying to use my ability to create a knight in your army. Thankfully, the best I can do is those horrendous curfew bots that need both my and Invent’s abilities to keep living. The Nightmare Master was definitely not satisfied, but I don't know what to tell him. I was about halfway finished stitching this man's arm on when I felt the night my master give me back control.

Slowly I have forgotten about that dream and the days became the same, slow and peaceful, until everything changed. Everywhere around us strange things started happening, people started seeing night creatures, demons, warlock and sorts of nightmare creature wandering during daytime and on the open. There isn’t a day that doesn’t go by that somebody doesn’t report that they saw a creature with its red eyes, a mouth full of sharp pointy teeth that glitter. Those terrible eyes are looking directly at them without an inch of worry that it’s daytime. And, why should they? Night creatures were never this powerful or bold to wander the daylight hours. Most wandered what has given them such power, b

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

I rolled my sleeves up, gazing over the recently closed cases, and filing them into the proper categories. Vampire Shifter. Ghost. Demon. Boogeyman. Etc. I'd make a new file if we came across a new type of monster. The scent of strawberries filled my nose as Lucy plopped onto my lap, setting her laptop down to scroll the schedule. I brushed her longer blonde hair over her shoulder, peppering kisses against her throat. When we were human, her pulse would jump, but her reactions were still the same. She'd lean against my mouth, humming in contentment. "We have a Silas Devant at 10."