It Came From The Nightosphere Novels & Stories

Christian raises his nose into the air and a second later the sound of his howl fills the night, cuts through the night sounds and echo's over the snow. I sit up, my heart beating with want to add my over voice. I raise my nose and howl at the starry sky, adding my voice into the night. Mikki's howl rises into the night, dragging out in a sorrowful tone. Tori's howl arises into the night, high and loud and soon Ash and Ally were singing alone. I lower my nose to breath and spot Carson making her way outside, smiling as she hears us croon into the shadow world. I raise my nose again, unable to stop myself if I wanted too. The need to howl burns through me, only dowsed when I am crying to the

Considering what they were about to do to me, and whom they worked for, I could believe it. Which is why I wanted to test my hypothesis. It might be the only thing that saves my bacon against any retaliation Q unleashed on me. "Okay, look, you remember high school biology?" Hopefully, Mr. Midnight wasn't from the Old Country, old country. As in from the pocket dimension monster originally came from before our worlds collided. The Faewild. Midnight shook his head, yes, and slowly his flames reached a more normal level. All right, progress.

She then began to look for a way to open the skylight. She looked under the bed for a remote that might have dropped, but could not find it. She then searched the dresser, recliner, and closet, but still, nothing was found. She soon began to touch the small buttons on the windowsill. She heard a soft hum and looked around to see what had changed. A beam of light shot from her right and it began to grow. Hae Mina stepped back and watched the walls retract and reveal the night and ocean. She climbed on the sill and used the headboard to rest her back on as she watched the moonbeams dance on the waves.

“The pier. Where it all started. Where we made a baby.” He hummed against my skin. “Possibly the best night of my life.” “You know I was staying pretty much next door to where you live?” “Don’t tell me that,” he said with a groan. I turned in his arms. “The W.” A growl of frustration left him and his forehead fell against mine. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” “Yeah.” “Yeah,” he said with a shake of his head. He turned me slightly. “You can’t see from this angle, but on the other side of the second tower of this complex is the W. It literally is right next door.”

The de-orbiting of the Consortium-Prime’s "Repo-Stations" had left the night sky over New York littered with falling amber sparks—the final, incinerating remains of a bankrupt century. But as the "Mechanical-Eyes" of the old world burned out in the atmosphere, the "Somatic-Eyes" of the first generation of "Glow-Children" were opening to a spectrum that ignored the limitations of distance and vacuum. The Avery-Arbor was no longer a terrestrial sanctuary; it had become a "Launch-Pad" for a consciousness that didn't require a pressurized hull to travel the stars.

The sheer kinetic back-blast threw Christian Cole backward, his spotless white wool coat staining with gray mud as he slammed into the frozen chassis of his escape pod, his blue eyes finally wide with a wild, un-regulated terror. Inside the violet vortex, the air didn't thin; it burned. The raw marrow-ore beneath the continent wasn't just energy—it was life, and the open-source baseline was rewriting the atmosphere itself. "Kemi!" I roared through the thunder of the frequency, my voice splitting into a thousand multi-layered echoes that rattled the entire western boundary line. "Tell the market square... to open the valves! We’re printing our own sky!"

"Hey, pretty lady." A male voice said, causing me to stare at the person who owns the voice. It's Christmas night, and the only thing that does happen during Christmas night around this area is for young single souls to match themselves up with any other single soul they find across the street. Well! I guess this is what I'm going to do. "Hi," Cornelia replied while trying not to behave annoyingly. "Hey. I'm Kenny Salvador. The guy who can give you a great time." The guy said, before disgustingly winking at me.

The days were beginning to blur into a new kind of rhythm. By Night , the pattern wasn’t just locked it had become their entire world. Kai arrived at Eclipse early that evening, already buzzing with anticipation. He’d spent the day in his tiny apartment with Lila, who kept shooting him knowing looks every time he checked his phone or touched the fresh bruise on his hip. “You’re glowing like a man getting railed every single night,” she’d teased. Kai had flipped her off, but he couldn’t deny the truth.

Through the glass ceiling of the subterranean chamber, a massive, holographic projection of the night sky flickered to life, fed by the city's exterior cameras. The orange glow of the burning Destroyer was gone. The stars were gone. The sky was completely, utterly black, blocked out by a shape so massive it defied comprehension. The Nullity had arrived. making planetfall?

"It’s the Oblivion Protocol, Jojo. The Architects didn't tell us about the 'Rejectionists.' There are those who believe that 'Harmony' is a form of spiritual death—a cage made of music. They don't want to join the Choir; they want to silence the singer." The Arrival of the Null-Spheres The "Oblivion" did not arrive with the thunder of cannons or the flash of lasers. It came with Dampeners. From the frozen dark beyond the Oort Cloud, thousands of Null-Spheres—massive, non-reflective orbs that absorbed every scrap of electromagnetic and harmonic energy—began to drift toward the inner solar system. They were the ultimate "Ice," a total, terrifying absence of vibration.