Night Realm Novels & Stories

"But the threat is not over." "What do you mean?" Elara asked. "The Shadow Wolves are just the beginning," the Moon Goddess said. "The Nightmare is trying to return." Elara's heart raced. "How?" "The Nightmare is feeding on the fear and pain of the supernatural beings," the Moon Goddess said. "It is growing stronger, and it will soon be able to break free from its prison." Elara woke up, her heart racing. She looked at Damon, who was sleeping peacefully beside her. She knew that the Moon Goddess was right—the Nightmare was trying to return.

Nerissa POV The night before the territorial assembly Zayden could not sleep. I lay still for a moment. Listening to him breathe in the way that meant he was awake. The slight difference in rhythm. "Say it," I said. "Say what?" he said. "Whatever is keeping you awake," I said. The room was dark. The oil lamp had burned down hours ago. The northern territory outside the window was the deep black of a clear night with no cloud cover and the full

Black as midnight, pulsing with a sickly green glow. “Nightmare seeds,” Ravenna explained. “Plant them near the fortress, and they’ll grow into plants that release spores. Anyone who breathes the spores will have vivid nightmares, their worst fears made manifest in their sleep. They’ll wake up exhausted, paranoid, jumping at shadows.” “That’s…” Marcus looked disturbed. “That’s psychological torture.” “That’s winning.” Ravenna scooped the seeds back into the pouch. “Wars aren’t won with honor and fair fights. They’re won by whoever’s willing to do what the other side won’t.”

she called, voice clear and pure, “on this sacred night, we call upon You. Let Your light fall upon Your chosen son. Reveal to him the mate You have marked.” The pack answered in low, rhythmic words. Power stirred in the air, prickling over my skin. “Prince Lucian Nightbane,” Nyra said. “Step forward.” He did, shirtless now, only a simple chain and moonstone around his neck, loose black trousers at his hips. The runes on the altar stone brightened beneath his bare feet. The full moon pushed through thinning clouds. Silver light poured over the clearing, over Lucian’s bare chest, over the circle, over all of us.

I woke with a gasp, my heart hammering in my chest. The terror of the nightmare lingered, and I sucked in air, trying desperately to calm down. Every night, it was the same. I was standing in the dark woods, and there across the clearing stood Matt. Only, I never got to him in time. I ran and screamed, begging him to get away, but Ronan always appeared to tear out his heart. I’d have to watch him fall to his knees, blood staining the snow.

CHAPTER 18. HAUNTED BY MY NIGHTMARES HARA LUCID NIGHTMARES. That's what they call it. Because in the nightmare I'm having at the moment, I'm aware that I'm dreaming, that I'm having another nightmare. And they weren't just any random nightmares, they were a reoccurrence of my past with Roland. *

The night enveloped the hostel room in a heavy silence, the weight of darkness matching the stillness of slumbering bodies. But for Rithanya, sleep remained elusive, as her mind was entangled in the clutches of her recent nightmare. The tormenting memories of that fateful night persisted, refusing to release their grip on her consciousness.

Roman adds, both him and the others pacing behind me. Before passing the limit of the main entrance of the wooden construction, I heard the redhead ask her boyfriend assuming that he is really fine. Roman reacts to not stressing over a precious and delicate tinkle and I feel like this feels famiAmyr. I stop to dry when I enter the lodge, my eyes quickly see three things: the priAngela, the rowan boundary has been broken; the second, the sliding entrance is fully open last, the ghost rider we now discover lies sprawled on the ground, his cap resting alone in one corner.

His muscles flexed under his tight shirt and his jaw tightened. "Do you really believe that the only reason I keep you here is because of your parents? I am Damion Night I don't do anything for anyone unless it benefits me and my family. Think about that the next time you want to kill one of my guards and try and run away." With that he turned his back on me and stalked out of the basement.

Her observation continues, passing through aba Mandel, her father Douman, Hasham, Kian, her sister Vanessa and unto the last one –Alianah, her sister whom from the very beginning has made her life in Hauraya miserable. "The Realm of Uncertainties is unique to every being, mirroring the home of dismal memories that lay in the deepest part of one's subconscious mind. Some of the things, memories, and individuals lock in here are bound to come out one day while some are meant to be forgotten forever. If you must force to take one out, you must be willing to pull one in. Out there, the Shepherd of the Night is full and flowing with energy. You'll be transported to stab your chosen sacrifice with