Night Lord Novels & Stories

They moved as one, a synchronized force of determination, never wavering in the face of adversity. Finally, after countless trials, Luna and her pack reached the heart of the encroaching darkness. There, amidst a vortex of swirling shadows, stood the embodiment of the impending threat—a colossal creature of nightmarish proportions, the Primordial Shadow. The Primordial Shadow roared with a thunderous intensity, its black form pulsating with dark energy. Its voice resonated in Luna's mind, a chilling symphony of despair. Primordial Shadow: Luna, you and your feeble pack dare to challenge me? You cannot comprehend the power I possess. I am the harbinger of eternal night, and your light shall b

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***

shouted the man who raised his voice. Noah listening to the man's words made him laugh out loud, “Pfft … you seem to be underestimating her. Although, she is a girl. However, she is the vice-leader of the Blue Starlight team.” When he heard the dark red-haired man's words, the man was immediately shocked and his eyes widened. It seemed he knew something when Noah said the word “Starlight”.

It was an important matter to address and the king demanded the immediate result since there had been casualties in the surface world. There were human who fell victim to the merciless hands of the hybrid reptiles. Since the great war, the remaining followers of the Nazi order had been hiding from the hunters of Agartha. The king had already asked the assistance of Emissaries of the Night Society. It was an organization which regulates and governs the presence of Vampires among the human for many years.

Bummer he wasn't in the right mind. “Idiots.” Damion hissed darting out into the night. No doubt already hunting down an innocent creature out of spite. He was just a bloodthirsty killer. Even I have boundaries I never crossed. Looking down at the girl. Her blonde hair was tangled from the floor yet she still remained cold. Her power probably had something to do with that. For all I know she could always be cold. Eric rubbed his hands together, opening a portal to the dreadful castle. “This will be such fun.” His cheery voice was still sharp leaving me stung.

It took a lot for me not to slap his hand away. Sensing my hesitation, he continued. “Nathan Night is not who you think he is. He's a liar and murderer. He slaughtered innocent children. Do you really want to get protection from someone like that? My heart started to beat faster. “What are you talking about?” “Come with me and all your questions will be answered.

after a day ' Shut up this witch is sexy' Astonished, Mars added, to be ignored by his owner, who stood in front of the concerned person and near him stands Ardina, who is wearing a nice white dress with styled hair decorated with some white roses as well. Zayn and his wolf were very impressed with her appearance “Oh, the Luna is here,” she said, greeting Ardina, with which she immediately reciprocated, “Welcome to our flock. I am the Luna Ardina.” Very gently she nodded to separate the red-haired hug, answering her with a beautiful smile " Before you is the most powerful of the witches in the most herds, his name is Naina." With some bragging, she welcomed to laugh, Ardina couldn't hold bac

No, this couldn't be what I think it is. “Who.. are you?” I asked. “Randall of the Night Terrors, Your Highness,” a smirk played on his lips. “Impressive enough?” My shoulders sagged in horror. The Night Terrors were an infamous terrorist pack consisting of thieves, robbers, and all forms of criminals one could imagine. They were made of Lycans who were three times more powerful and deadlier than regular wolves. And before was the legendary king of thieves, Alpha Randall Forte.

Their powers seemed superior to the great soldiers combined and Dionysus got a decent idea of who might be. “Should I be worried about him? Persephone will get mad at me if I don't, though.” He mulled over his choice for a moment. “Hmm… I can’t choose.” BARK! His wine hounds returned with victory and barked loudly to commemorate it. A mischievous smile curved up. “Well, not my problem. He will do just fine. He is the Father of the Night. He can go through anything.” But then, as if he jinxed it, the darkness that surrounded the place suddenly glitched. Suddenly, some part of the HQ territory flickered and brightened.

The boy is having a nightmare. I want to help. I want to wake him up. I want to flip him over so his nose is not in the pillow. But I couldn't do anything. I have been watching him for forty-one nights. His mother tucks him in at eight-thirty. She reads one story—always the one about the rabbit who gets lost and finds his way home. She kisses his forehead. She turns on the star-shaped nightlight. She closes the door, but leaves it open just a crack so the hallway light spills in like a promise.