It Came From The Nightosphere Novels & Stories

The dark rose from the grave and in the remote area, outskirts of the Sunfort City, a cult appeared out of nowhere. All of them were wearing long black clocks, covering their heads and faces. As they all stood in the circle, one of them stepped forward and sat in the middle of the circle. The deserted place was abandoned for a long time and no one had ever thought of running through it. That place had become a home to a kind of creature, called The NightCrawlers.

As the voice faded, an enormous column of crimson light erupted far beyond the northern mountains. Orion stared toward the distant horizon. His face lost all color. "The Fortress of Eternal Night..." "The Third Key has awakened."

Sofia whispered, her head falling back as the blue cracks on her skin began to glow with a soft, stabilizing emerald light. The other children moved in, forming a wide circle around Sofia and Nomo. They joined hands, their small bodies glowing with a collective resonance that defied the oily blackness of the sky. It wasn't the violent, explosive power of the Sovereign; it was the quiet, stubborn strength of the root. They were the "Seeded," and they were anchoring the sky.

A child’s voice echoed faintly inside my mind: “Mother of Balance… I am coming.” The ground trembled slightly. And far beyond the stars… something began traveling toward our world.

•|•|• Adeline, do you not know that you have saved me from eternal damnation? My soul only rests in your embrace. Without it, I am not a man, not even beast, I become things unknown. I devolve into nightmare and shadow. I become—wrath entirely. •|•|• [KAYOS ADREN PRIME] The Black Death deforms into a cloud of smoke, shadow, and night, descending the outer walls of the Night Court in broad daylight from the High Window.

From the earth. A low hum spread like poison, and from it, something clawed its way out. Not an echo, not a god. A child. But not any child.

I stepped closer. The gold light pulsed brighter. Something moved inside me. Deep. Like a locked door suddenly remembering its key. "I think she knew me." "Because you carry her spark." Null looked up. "You're not just her descendant. You're her echo." The words hit me like ice water. "I think I'm her rewrite." The chamber lights surged. Subject 13 grabbed my arm. "We're not alone." Something descended from the ceiling. Not a Reaper, not a drone…but a black sphere, shimmering, humming low like a death song.

She held a small, crystalline resonance plate that was vibrating with a rhythmic, high-frequency thrum. "It’s not from Astraea, and it’s not from Earth," Maya said, her voice trembling with excitement. "A third signal, Mommy. It’s coming from the Polaris Cluster. It’s a rhythmic call, but the frequency is different. It’s... It’s the First Fire." The revelation sent a shockwave through my Tempered Heart. If the Polaris Cluster held the source of the fire, then our journey was only halfway complete. The pack was no longer just a kingdom or a planet; we were becoming a galactic empire of stone and fire.

He stood on the balcony in the cold wind all night. When he returned to the bedroom, he found that my mother had jumped out of the window. That night, it poured. The rain washed away the blood from my mother's corpse. Cade rushed over and held me tight, letting me punch him repeatedly. He kept saying, "It's okay, it's okay…" But he chose Summer as his new fling. As Mrs. Finley, what dignity do I have left? That night, Cade did not come home. The trending topic I arranged was buried deep by him.

Adam said gently. He was always like that. Adam never once messed with me. "Last night, you came to my room, opened the door, and took off my clothes, and you took off yours. We both enjoyed the night without me knowing that you were Adam. The lights were off so that I couldn't catch your reflection very well. I thought you were Gavin; I couldn't hear your sighs and whispers very well either. I might have. It felt different that night. But I didn't think much of it because, damn it, I enjoyed what you did to me," I said honestly. Adam was silent, and so was I. We faced each other in the room, remembering the sin we had committed.