Nameless Midnight God Roll Novels & Stories

////////////////////////////////////////////// POV(FIONA), I walked down straight to the beach in my uniform heading to the serving point, darkness had took over the day and the moon came to light it up, it was a full moon tonight, and it was somewhat special. I smiled at the amazing view of the tents, the tents were arranged with ranks, the first one was for the Alpha, the second for the Beta, the third for the Zeta's, the fourth for the Gammas, the fifth for the delta and I wouldn't call the last one, a rank, but I'll say it anyway, the Omega's tent since it was our serving center, the tents were half filled, and we expected more guests. The higher-ups were clanking their cups of wine whil

Vera, pacing on the edge of the broken grove, snapped, “Could someone please explain what the hell is going on?” Agnes stepped forward. “There is a god even the spirits fear. A name struck from all our records. Not banished. Not imprisoned. Erased. Long before the veil. Before the Faded Ones. Even before the Spirit Wolf herself.” Rowan’s voice was low. “A god of forgetting.” Selene went still. “No. Not forgetting.” She looked up at the cracked sky. “Unmaking.” Agnes swallowed. “They called it the God Between Names. It had no true form. It existed in the pauses between stories. The moments no one wrote down. The empty spaces in sacred books.”

This was not the same man he had battled day in and day out for countless eons in the past. That foe was relentless in his offense and it did not matter how little he profited from each of their engagements but he had still kept on coming like an undying plague that rose with the drumbeats of battle. "Because it really doesn't matter anymore for you to know." The Nameless One replied and flicked two of his fingers. "CRACK!" The resulting sound vibrated once and it created multiple visions that were presented before the man's guests. One was of a gorgeous woman who was naked in bed but she was dressed not with any garments whatsoever but only of a lone jewelry on her neck.

And in the midst of this suspenseful night, this tragic tale of betrayal and loss would forever be a part of the Winterblood pack's history. Just as midnight struck, the full moon shone brilliantly above the sky, as if a silent witness to the events that were about to take place. All members of the Winterblood pack stood in reverence, lifting their faces to the sky, awaiting the blessing of the Moon Goddess for the impending punishment. The ritual had been solemnly performed; the hoarse chanting of the elders filled the silence of the night, signaling that the final moments for Elder Jack were approaching. The bonfire grew larger, its light reflecting off the tense and anxious faces.

He licks his bottom lip and grins wickedly, exposing his top row of teeth. “The lass left, inna hurry at that.” Standing slowly, Roland pops the cork off the scotch and raises the bottle over his tipped-back head, chugging several mouthfuls with practiced ease. Lowering the bottle from his mouth with a satisfied ‘ahh’, having his fill for the moment. Walking away from me, holding the bottle by the neck in his hand, Roland glanced over his shoulder at me, heading for the stairs, “Perhaps I’ll take a midnight stroll in the woods. To keep a watchful eye on the dodgy lass. I would hate for anything terrible to happen, ye ken?”

She sat in the garden, watching the sky. Someone asked her name. She didn’t answer. Because she didn’t remember. She didn’t remember Nyrah. She didn’t remember the god. But she remembered a sound. The hum that preceded every moment the god had ever spoken. And when she hummed it—The plants around her bent toward her. That night, a new group gathered outside the sanctuary. Hooded. Silent. Ash-covered. In the dirt, they drew a blank circle. One stepped forward, voice deep. “Prophecy failed. Flame burned too bright. The god slept… but the Unnamed remains.”

That night was supposed to be mine. The feast was grand. Bonfires crackled. Lanterns floated. The entire pack gathered under the moonlit sky, cloaked in furs and secrets. They even sang songs—my name included. And there I was, in the center of the ritual ground, smiling like an idiot, heart thudding, waiting for the shift to take over me. Then... midnight struck. The sky didn’t shimmer. The wind didn’t whisper. The moon didn’t bless. Instead, thunder roared like a war cry. Lightning tore the sky open like a vengeful scream. The bonfires hissed. The drums stopped.

At Charlie. Her whole body locked. Its voice rasped like broken branches dragged across stone: "The Unwritten." Charlie stumbled back. "Nope. No thank you. Return that word to sender." Lysander snarled. "You will not touch her." The Hollowed tilted its head. "She belongs... to the Moon That Was Severed." Charlie's heartbeat thudded painfully loud. "I don't even know what that means—" Matthew hissed under his breath, "It's a prophecy reference. A very bad one."

"Which is just as well. Humans are dreamsingers, fair-to-middling minds, ambitious, greedy..." "Okay...okay..." Cassandra said. "I will go with you but you need to tell me everything about this world of yours and your mistress and your apocalypse." "Our apocalypse," corrected the owl fiercely. "And one more thing," Cassandra added. "Tell me your name. You haven't told me if you have a name or not. Do you have a name?" "Of course I do!" the owl rolled her enormous eyes. "I was so anxious about all the whole finding-the-one business to introduce myself. Well, my name is Owlyn."

I wanted to move away at the same time as move close, so instead I stayed still, letting the smell of the forest and the wolves wash over me, listened to the day wind down and the night stir into existence. Out of nowhere Christian rolls over-nearly squishing Mikki who looks up startled by his swift movement. I turn my eyes to Christian curiously and could smell it in air from the others as they all trained their eyes on the wolf. 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.