It Came From The Nightosphere Novels & Stories

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

That is the strangest thing I have ever thought in my life. That familiar itch starts to spread across my neck, down my chest to my stomach. It itches so bad, I pull up my shirt and when I do, I scream out into the empty dark room that is lit only by the moonlight and a single nightlight over by the entrance. Daring to look down again, I see that where I had just scratched, is a gaping wound and there is a maggot crawling out of it. I hear a noise from behind me and when I turn on my heels, I watch as the same man from before stands about a foot taller than I am and is staring right into my eyes. He opens his mouth and states, “You have finally awakened. Good.”

It was a glass-walled office, so we could see people outside, but she assured me that they couldn't see us. "What's this, Kim?" I asked her when I saw a floating hologram of a brain in the middle of the room. It was rotating, and each part had labels written on the sides. Before she could answer, I read all the details written there, including the name mentioned. "Celeste Koa... Yuchengco." I mumbled. "What?" "That's your brain, Celeste," Kim answered. "It shows the before and aftermath of what your dad did to make you forget what really happened to Aunt Celestia."

She had become the Digital Ghost—a living bridge between the world of data and the world of dirt. She opened her eyes, and they were the color of the moon. "Leo," she whispered, her voice sounding like a thousand chimes. "I can hear the planet. And it’s screaming for its creators." Behind them, a massive shadow fell over the Northern Ridge. A ship—far larger than the Vesta, older than the Ark, and emblazoned with a logo that predated the Thorne Foundation—began to descend from the stars. "The Originators have arrived."

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

Citizens, their conversations fueled by curiosity and excitement, gathered in the marketplace to share prophecies and cosmic insights passed down through generations. One fateful cosmic night, the skies above the joint empire shimmered with ethereal lights. The Cosmic Nexus manifested, a celestial spectacle that bathed the realms in cosmic radiance. Citizens engaged in conversations filled with awe as they witnessed the convergence of energies within the Nexus. Aurelius, guided by cosmic intuition, entered the heart of the Cosmic Nexus. Conversations with the Harmonious Conclave echoed through the realms as they communed with the celestial anomaly. The Chronicle Prism projected holographic i

The governor thought that he was hearing words from a movie. “It’s true, sir.” The witch added. “The baby suddenly told me that he was ready to come out.” “But why?” the governor asked. “I guess it’s because of the war.” The witch replied. “Huh!?” the governor wondered then he recalled that the war has begun in the mainlands. “But what does he have to do with the war?” “He is the prince of the night. The one promised by the spirits to save your kind from suffering.” The witch replied.

She reached out, her fingers grazing his as she took it slowly from his hand. ​"Thank you," she said softly. ​She wrapped his suit jacket tightly around her shoulders, opened the door, and stepped out into the cool night air. She stood on the pavement for a second, looking back at him through the glass one last time. Julian didn't look back. The dark window stayed up, and with a quiet purr of the engine, the car pulled away smoothly, leaving her standing under the warm entrance lights.

Orion raised one hand. The Return accelerated. The Interworld screamed. Liana's knees weakened. "He's controlling it." The First Light shook its head. "No." Orion looked at Liana. "I am the Return." Everyone froze. The white emptiness surrounded him. Liana stared in horror. The Return wasn't a force. It was an Origin One. Orion smiled. "Every universe begins with creation." His eyes became white. "Every universe eventually returns." The First Light whispered, "The First Light creates."

So there she was, making out with a stranger on the dance floor. He eventually pulled away and shifted his head to whisper in her ear. He asked if she wanted to ditch the club and go home with him. Kaitlyn knew it was a bold step but after giving it a second thought, she agreed. She texted Sarah as he drove them away in his Tesla. He had told her his house was just a few blocks away and it was true, they were there in a few minutes.