Fantasy Night Novels & Stories

Then with a natural turn almost as if she's dancing, Restia faced me— with a bright sunshine smile on her face as always. As usual, her sunshine smile always heals my soul. Six years ago— ever since our parents' disappearance… Restia and Ruby are the only ones left. They are my irreplaceable family. My name is Lucifer Nightwalker von Nightmare. A male, a human, and will be 16 years old this year. If you were wondering why a guy like me, who was supposed to attend high school like any other teens but is going for a jog instead… Unfortunately, I'm currently stuck on this very island.

Weston leaned in my ear, “they are what we call break the ice cards. You’re supposed to find someone and do whatever the card says by the end of the night. You don’t tell them what you’re doing though, you just try to work it in naturally.” I smirked at that, loving the idea. Although what if someone did something stupid to me? I guess that’s the gamble. I flipped up my card. “Make this a night someone will never forget by telling your dirtiest fantasy.”

“What’s that?” “It’s only the most popular event in all of the kingdom—invite only, of course.” She grinned eagerly. “Let me guess, I’m your invite?” I smirked. “Actually, Ally and I have our invites, thank you very much.” She poked her tongue out, sinking into the spot beside me. “Night is first, which starts at ten. It’s primarily for adults, not because of the drinking, but because of the added danger of the forest. Plus, there are some shady folk who come to trade during Night. But there’s dragons, potions, and enchanted crystals, so you have to come! It’s a huge festival, so it’s impossible to host it at the center of town. Day is next, which starts at six in the morning. Still just as

Maya scoffed, rolling his eyes. Dante’s gaze slid to the clock on the wall. He checked his watch, silver catching the light. “It’s quite late for a game,” he said calmly, voice carrying that steady dominance that pulled both their attentions to him without effort. “It’s already 10:43. We have school tomorrow. You should be in bed.” “I didn’t come with my uniform,” Maya said suddenly, pout already forming. “Neither did I,” Dante admitted smoothly. “Awww, and I was hoping we could have a sleepover,” Maya whined, his tone exaggerated, like a child denied his toy.

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I muttered under my breath as I tried to shake off her thought and focus on work. I didn’t even know the event was tomorrow evening until June came back to give me the dress and the ticket. The dress was in a box so I didn’t even know what it looked like and I didn’t bother to check either. I trust June to do a good job. The ticket was also a small black card and after staring at it for a long minute, I couldn’t understand the hype about it that made Lyra so keen about it. I got home with it but hid it so Lyra wouldn’t see it or suspect a thing. I want it to be a surprise she wouldn’t see coming.

“Anything for you, babe. I’m waiting. If I don’t see you in the next twenty minutes, I’ll come. Remember, I have my ways.” “Alright, alright.” The field glowed under the night sky. A fire burned at the center as students gathered around, laughter and excitement filling the air. The devil basket game was in motion, slips of paper clutched eagerly. King grinned as he raised his paper. “I have a dare.” “You better don’t give a stupid dare,” Derick laughed. King’s eyes flashed as he looked at his friend. “Derick, I dare you to kiss Monica.” “What?” Derick snapped, standing.

Hatred was the feeling that flowed through his strings at me, and it hurt. Of course I had no right to feel like that; but my emotions never do as they're told and I refuse to rip these ones out. Just because I have no right to feel this way doesn't mean I don't deserve to. Knight is what his name was, but he enjoys going by Fractured now. He was supposed to be the Nightmare Master’s loyal dog who would kill anyone who went near him. Of course, he wasn't actually loyal, just doing as he was told so that his family wouldn't suffer the consequences.

he whispered, locking eyes with me. At that moment, his gaze fueled my resolve. I wasn’t just a nameless nanny or a nobody. I was Damian’s dear childhood friend, the daughter of the man known as the god of designs. "Blue Harrison," I reminded myself, and I knew I had to put on my mask and act like it. The hall was alive, a cacophony of laughter and the soft hum of music that swirled around me like a thick fog. As I stepped inside, the buzz of conversation washed over me, enveloping me in an atmosphere of success and ambition. Business associates of Damian flitted about, their smiles painted on like masks while their eyes glinted with opportunism.

Her eyes widened, and she saw the smirk tug at the corner of his lips. “I-I’ll go with you,” she stammered, swallowing hard. She couldn’t help but grip his collar and pull him closer. She tugged so hard that he had to lean down toward her. “Anywhere! I don’t have any worth tomorrow anyway!” She would treat this night as her bachelorette party. If it wasn’t going to be with the man she loved, she’d rather give her virginity to this stranger than to that old man, Fuentes! He wouldn’t get to benefit from her body! Just the thought of it made her skin crawl.