Night Lord Omnibus Novels & Stories

DANTE I got up early, as always when I have an important assignment, at five in the morning. I never slept that much anyway, I was getting used to only sleeping four or five hours, as far as my nightmares would allow. I opened the window, felt the cold penetrating my lungs and so I cleared all the whiskey I drank the night before. Since the death of my parents my dreams turned into nightmares, making me constantly fight with my inner and outer demons that had murdered my parents.

The air itself was alive, heavy with the wails of the damned and the hum of infernal power, a ceaseless symphony of agony and fury. The Throne Hall of Hell, an imposing cavern of jagged obsidian walls and floors of blackened glass, bore a cruel beauty. Once the dominion of Lucifer, its centerpiece-a massive throne forged from bones and charred metal-now stood ominously empty, a stark reminder of his absence. Shadows danced upon its surface, almost as if mocking those who dared enter. Pillars etched with ancient, infernal runes supported the cavern's vaulted ceiling, their carvings pulsating faintly with a dark, rhythmic energy. Each symbol was a fragment of Hell's binding laws, woven into th

" I informed Mister Handsome. I fold myself on the couch before closing my eyes to sleep because I desperately need to replenish my energy. Mister Handsome ignored me because he went ahead and prepared a wonderful Christmas Eve lunch for both of us. When he finished his dinner, he went into the living room, only to discover that his precious little pumpkin had fallen asleep. Arthur returned to the kitchen to return the excalt plate he had carried to the living room. Mister handsome stepped upstairs to the bathroom after dropping the dish in the kitchen and taking a hot hot bath because the weather was cold.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

I turn around to see an older gentleman who looks like a doctor walking towards me. “Hello, my dear Ms. Dreasden. I am Doctor John Hopkins, Nelli’s psychiatrist. I was told of the events tonight and not to alarm you, but if at any time the lights go out close your eyes and do not open them no matter what you hear. Apparently Nelli is loose and not under control. See Nelli has no soul. She was born with the blackest eyes of any human being I have ever met. If she sees the fear in your eyes, she will scratch them out before she kills you.”

There’s a screaming storm surrounding it and flashes of red, demonic lightning. But I see it, clear as day. So cautious, afraid, and hopeful, I reach a hand toward it. I summon Neron, collecting all the power I can. I reach. I imagine killing that pulsing darkness. My hands glow blue and brilliant. And the second I touch it, my brain is filled with screams, a howling storm of rage. And everything goes dark.

Damon couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head while staring at his men hanging on the narrow dead-end alleyway. Of course, what else would he be expecting? Cristobal Burson wanted to play this way, then so be it. Clever. Who would have thought that Burson was now stealing his style? Damon scratches his jaw, tilting his head while re-reading the three words engraved in each body. “What’s that?” Right on the third body’s wrist, a red glowing dot suddenly blinks. Davien curses aloud in his ears, screaming. “That’s a time bomb detonating. Get the hell out of there! Now!”

Eventually, exhaustion took over, and I drifted off to sleep, hoping that the morning light would shed some much-needed clarity on the situation. The darkness of the night enveloped me, but I knew that a new day would bring answers. I made a conscious effort to resist the urge to reach out and instead focused on giving myself time to process. As I closed my eyes, my thoughts continued to whirl around in my mind like a turbulent storm. Doubt and uncertainty weighed heavily on me as I tried to find peace in the silence of my room. Finally, fatigue overcame me, and I surrendered to sleep, trusting that the morning light would reveal the path I needed to take.

The voices intensified as a beam of light lit up Jeremy on a higher stage. The rhythm he played started soft and slow but little by little the drums intensified. When the symbols crashed, a platform rose onto the stage with Kyung Jiho on it. Hae Mina grinned when she saw the white slivers light up under the black lights. On the back of Kyung Jiho's shirt was his name and on the arm was the Nightide emblem. The drum's symbols crashed and the next instrument joined. One by one, Nightide appeared on the stage with their parts. Hae Mina knew this was not her song to come in on because she had never been given a part.

Afterwards I decide to go back upstairs and rest for the remainder of the evening. Night falls, and with it a thunderstorm stirs up. Lightening cracks and for some reason outside of my bedroom, I swear I see sinister red eyes peering in at me. Feel like it must be the exhaustion of the day. I close the blinds, turn on N*****x. I feel dread again as a precaution. I make sure the house is locked up with the deadbolts he installed. I also lock my room to make sure I am extra safe. I snuggle up with a blanket and put on the TV. I change my mind about N*****x and put on “Discovery of Witches” on A****n Prime. Wishing I could find a man like Matthew.