Night Lord Mga Nobela at Kwento

But he knew one thing for sure… today was not just judgement day, it was also doomsday for him. He didn’t know when he had dropped to his knees… but now, he was kneeling before the Night Lord, who is also known as the Demon emperor of the Night Empire. Chris was no longer in his civilian clothes; he too had changed into his alter ego although no one saw how they changed. Chris snapped his fingers and sat back. He didn’t need to say anything else. Two men, wearing similar outfit to the man next to the Night Lord entered, the only difference was the man carrying a tray of different vials and syringes arranged neatly, labelled and

“Seems pretty dead to me.” “Why were they there?” Nicole asks. “I have no idea.” I lean back against Lucas. “Hellhounds are sent to do a demon’s bidding. Usually to collect on a deal made. That’s why Lucas saw them before. A village made a deal for prosperous crops and then the hellhounds came to collect souls when the time of the contract was up.” “Do you think someone made a deal with a demon?” Nicole twists her red hair up into a messy bun. “And they were waiting to collect?”

I let out a slow breath as I focused on the scenery around us. After spending my first night in Godric, I discovered that there is no sun in the underworld. The northern lights change colours with the time of day, but there is always a night sky and twinkling stars above. When I asked Balthazar about it, he told me it was because some demons are night dwellers, and the sunlight can kill them. These demons were the ones who usually ran the shops and kept order in the underworld, while the others went out and collected their debts and made deals. At first, I was unsure how I felt about never seeing the sunlight, but the night sky always called to me. It was my safe place, and I didn't understa

Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted across this dark, lifeless plain. In a different plane lied a primordial creature of the night finding solace in the eternal night that plagued his castle, the whistle and Chimes of fate had stirred his old blood awake. He knew that times were finally changing, and it seemed he had to get back to the game. "I wonder how Netherndel is faring, it's time I get back" his deep red eyes shone with a dangerous glint as he looked across the darkness, his eyes seemed to bypass the veil between planes for his gaze had a godly presence that came with it.

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

The Night Calling I remember the first time I heard whispers about the night calling. It was a phrase that moved through the boys in The Boss’s shop like smoke—everyone knew it existed, everyone respected it, but no one dared explain what it meant. I was still new then, still washing soap suds off Mercedes wheels with hands that trembled from the memory of blood. Sandra Danso’s face hadn’t left me, not for a second, and the weight of her death clung to me like a shadow I could never shake.

Night Soldiers were creatures conjured by a powerful human-made spell, their only function was to hunt the mystics, whether they were Vampires or Werewolves, although they did not see well they had excellent qualities in other senses, had the smell of vampires, and the hearing of a werewolf, the speed of a vampire allied with the agility of a werewolf and to make matters worse, if the books were correct, they had poison in the claws that immobilized and in the teeth, the same venom as a vampire and the only way to kill a creature like there was with the bite of a natural werewolf. Whoever created these creatures knew each of the two races intimately, knew how difficult it was to have a Natur

Where no god would hunt them. I kissed his brow and told him I would protect that dream. But I lied. Because I knew then what I would one day do. I would unmake that dream. Tonight, I descend. Not as Lunar, the serene moonlight. Not as the pale-eyed virgin of the heavens. No. Tonight, I am Lunae Nocturna. The pale crown of judgment. The scythe of silence. My veil turns black. My silver tears are warpaint. My fingers trace runes of extinction across the air as I walk the shattered veil between realms.

There were a few cracks running through the handle as well, indicating that it wasn’t going to last for long. *Bang* As if he couldn’t see the changes on Night’s Kiss, Mane stomped his feet into the ground and threw himself towards Camila again. As he moved he started to revolve, and several streams of lightning were gathered into both Night’s Kiss and Night Mare. Both blades shone brightly due to the baptism of the Norse Thunder God’s element. And though Night’s Kiss’s embodiment of the Olympian God King’s power was slightly inferior to Night Mare, its duller look only served to fuel its thirst for blood.