Lord Of Eternal Night Novels & Stories

His muscles flexed under his tight shirt and his jaw tightened. "Do you really believe that the only reason I keep you here is because of your parents? I am Damion Night I don't do anything for anyone unless it benefits me and my family. Think about that the next time you want to kill one of my guards and try and run away." With that he turned his back on me and stalked out of the basement.

I was certain that he would not tell his mother of my unfaithfulness to her and the secret daughter that had been hidden away from her all of these years. “I will be, keep an eye on that slutty omega Elora. She is nothing but trouble that one.” I told him to which he looked slightly surprised but did not challenge my request. Being alpha meant what I said went. I was the leader of the pack. He closed the door behind him and my luna came stomping into the room with a look of thunder on her tired face. She still had it, even after these years and has given birth. Her body was to die for. My wolf still went crazy insane when she was near.

“Then by the gods who abandoned us, By the stars who watch in silence, And by the people who still dare to hope Let the Queen rise.” The crown touched her brow. And the moment it did, The blood curse vanished. A wave of light swept across Nightwind. And from the trees, A howl rose. Low. Ancient. Reverent. The wolves of Nightwind bowed. One by one. Even Aria. Even Theron. Until only Liora stood. Crowned. Called. Unbroken. But far across the world, In a temple that no longer has walls, A man opened his eyes. Golden. Cruel. Eternal. He smiled. “Now the game begins.”

Divine retribution was part of him anyway—it understood this better than anyone. Landon didn't say anything else. He walked out of the bedroom, black mist churning in the clouds above, while countless clans gathered below his throne to congratulate him. He stood at the very top, looking down at all the beings below. Endless beneficence swirled around Ghost City. Every soul knelt down, staring at the Shadowlord, who was surrounded by black mist and Ethereal Echoes. He didn't give a damn about any of it. If anything, his energy got even stronger. Sharp suit and all, he looked both like a demon and an ascendant.

Not in body, but in presence. A mantle of shadows took over the clearing. The torches went out with a sharp crack. The ancestral runes of the Lycans, the ones that protected the ritual, burned and dissolved like ash carried by the wind. The moon, previously red, went completely dark for a second. And a voice, whispered by a thousand mouths, spoke not to the ears but to the soul of everyone present: “The Daughter recognizes the Mother. The Blood has been sealed. The Womb will be opened. The Ancient will return through the flesh of the Chosen One. And with it… The Eternal Night.”

"The last time I worked with Balaro, he used the God of the Night to increase his power forcibly, but this was a drug-induced advancement. It couldn't have been stable." Rube's face was distorted from the beating, but she explained, "The God of the Night is a unique poison of the Mystics, specifically used to deal with Mystics before ascension." "Yes, but after he used it, I saw four immortal crowns behind his head!" Rube was taken aback by Dark Phoenix's words and glared at her. "Don't joke with me. Even over there… four immortal crowns are the highest level." After calming down, she smiled bitterly and said, "No wonder the guiding spirit couldn't influence him…"

The darkness around him flickered, fractured, and the shadow wolves fell to their knees, their red eyes going dark. Lysander twisted the blade. “This is for my mother,” he said. “For Kaelen. For every wolf you have consumed. For every life you have stolen.” The king’s red eyes widened. His body began to crumble—not into dust, but into shadow, the same shadow that had poured from Theron’s chest. It leaked from his wounds, his mouth, his eyes, dissolving into the air. “You cannot kill me,” the king gasped. “I am eternal. I am the darkness. I am the first hunger.”

, Rey asked as Lucius remained calm. "The Lycan and The moon Alpha both before me. It had been 2000 years"Astorion said. "Two millenia away and you both are still the same" "What is this?", Lucius queried. "We have been here before?", Rey asked. "Yes and No", the being replied. Lucius and Rey glanced at each other, confused by Astorion's cryptic response. "We don't understand", Rey said. "The eternal night is upon us and the darkness is creeping up on you, but this isn't the first time this has happened," Astorion began.

I addressed the crowd once more but this time also I also had our message broadcast to all devil’s night fans all over the world. “All of those who have been with us since the beginning, you know we have waited for our time to come. I am the prince of fucking darkness and you are my army. We are a dynasty in the making and we will not stop until this world is ours. So, go out and take it. When this night is over, we will stand victorious! It is our night; Devil’s Night and we will celebrate with the city tonight! This night may have started in Detroit but that does not mean it has to stay here. Everyone, no matter where you are seeing this, go out into your city and celebrate our time. Show

, Leonora stated. Elio got up and went to get his wallet and his car keys. “Come, we’re going to the Oracle now.” Leonora nodded, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. She knew that the only one that they could seek guidance from was the Oracle. She was the only one who could shed light on their daughter’s fate and the mysterious prophecy that seemed to entwine her life with the Moonlit pack.