Nietzsche Daybreak Novels & Stories

Every name ever spoken in reverence echoed once, then cracked into useless syllables. The Throne’s brilliance tore open, revealing the void beneath. Out of it stepped the only thing darker. Nytheria. --- POV: Nytheria — Witness She crossed the ruin like someone rereading her own handwriting. Void trailed her in ribbons of wrong-folded starlight. The surviving runes turned and dimmed respect or fear, either would do. Her voice was constellations changing places. “So, you broke my favourite toy.” “Your toy tried to own me,” I said.

Penny woke to hear the steady fall of rain on the roof and the spatter of heavy drops against the window pane. The room was filled with sombre grey light but she could not be sure whether the dawn was breaking or if the storm were responsible for the darkness. But it did not matter. Nothing mattered except Jeremy.

The night is still young, the stars are just starting to show themselves in a cloudless but cold evening, reminding the people who are out for a walk or for dining or just roaming around that in the morning, the rain came and washes away the dust accumulated by the pollution which is the product of human's uncaring for the environment. Even Cassandra noticed how beautiful the night stars are and asked Imman to look out of the window to see the scenery. She was surprised when the lawyer recounted the night when he was seven years old and saw the twinkling stars above his head. "It was a beautiful evening way back then, Cass! It was cold and cloudless but I have never forgotten that night - th

My beautiful little boy. He’s visiting me again. He’s warning me, but I don’t know what the warning concerns. I don’t understand and I know that in this ignorance I’m shrouded in will be my downfall if I don’t deduce this cryptic cipher. ‘Dawn is coming. Don’t let dawn destroy you.’ He took another drink, finishing the glass. He was glad it was Sunday. Nizhoni was taking the boys to the new Natural Science exhibit at the science museum and he would have the house to himself. He was coming up on his deadline and he was behind.

CHAPTER 133 Something cracked. A soft sound at first, like glass being tapped by a nail. But then it spread—deep and sharp—through the world, through the sky, through the heavens. Crack. Crack. Crack. Nihareth stood at the edge of the Gate of Dawn, a massive glowing arch made of pure divine crystal. It shimmered in white and gold, humming with the energy of the gods. His long cloak billowed behind him. Black mist moved with his steps. Around him, his cult stood silently—hooded, faceless, loyal.

Nelanian ripped it open and read the name scrawled in calligraphy. 'Assassinate Mr. Starkridge by the 20th of this month.' It was stated. Nelanian remembered who he was at that point. "I am Zegrath Void, The Necessary Evil and Keeper of Darkness, the hundred and seventh to hold the title," he said in his brain as he descended the hill.

I had been craving him since we moved in together, but my guilt had kept me away. It was too soon to be with him since Tim had just died. I’d known for a long time that Nathaniel woke up before the sunset, but it still surprised me that he woke up at the same time every day. He’d tried to explain it to me once, but it confused me initially. Finally, he told me that he awoke every day because the sunset was around the same time in his day. I decided to stay in my room and give him some time to get himself together.

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

I replied. Hugo leaned forward from his seat and continued the tale saying, "She wasn't trapped, little miss. She chose to stay there. You see, the dimension where all the entities were bound is called Tartarus. It is the deepest section of the underworld which harboured all the darkness and evil of the world; some birthed by Tartarus itself, some children of dark primordial beings such as Khaos, Nyx, and Erebos. Among these children are the triad of death namely Moros, daemon of doom; Ker, bringer of violent death; and Thanatos, spirit of gentle passing. Their presence combined gave birth to a condition of aspiration and desire to live; hence, the existence of Elpis, spirit of hope. Elpis s