Night Realm Novels & Stories

“You’re not making a deal with Lucas. You’re making one with me. And if you don’t, well, I hope you like cats.” “What do you want?” “First, you need to make a charitable donation to FONTA, anonymously, of course. We don’t want people thinking you went and did something nice.” The Friends of the Night Association, or FONTA for short, is an organization that promotes human-vampire relationships, both personal and professional. “And the size of the donation needs to be at least half of the amount you sold me for.” My father does his best not to recoil from the thought of doing anything to help FONTA. “What else?”

Shrugging, I shook my head. Ikaris nodded, then glanced at the book. "Your parents were members of an ancient society known as Into the Night. They were a group of warriors hand-picked by the dark goddess herself to destroy all species. They were defeated by a group of warriors known as the Valerious, who joined forces with other vampires, witches, and werewolves. Together, they were able to contain the power that threatened to destroy everyone and everything," he paused for a moment before continuing.

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

He whispers to the scared kid who immediately falls into a deep sleep. Seeing that his work in that place was done, the night roamer turns and leaped into the moonlight. As he explored the night sky, he pondered over his careless actions which could have led into something dreadful. He has wandered into the realm of imaginations to rid a child of her dreadful nightmares, but forgot to close the doorway. As a result, there was a spill, which resulted to the previous dreads. It was his first mistake since his assignment as the protector of earth. He knew something about him was turning frail, like the prophesy foretold about his frailness and consequently, earth's punishment of 'one thousand s

"Makes his swole head look like it's covered in sesame seeds." "You're trying to kill me to get my shift with Sunday-Mondays off," I accused, "it's not going to work!" "And you still haven't told me what the secret was! Don't act like I can't see you deflecting! Dodging the question!" Fuck. "Did you know that dullahans have literal nightmares as steeds? As in the levitating spectral demon horses usually only commanded by the King of Dreams?"

She giggled at the end. “I got into your head so I could fully see your dreams and explain them better to you. You have been having these awful nightmares because you are yet to accept who you are. You have chosen to hurt yourself believing that your father's death was caused by you. That is NOT true. You are blessed with a gift directly given to you by the Moon goddess. It is a gift that will enable you to control the forces of nature, a blessing so volatile that it could be a deadly curse. Take the scepter, it is yours!!”. The last words rang repeatedly in my head, echoing till I blacked out.

“Broken night?” Janice questioned. She had been led in as usual, and sat, still cuffed, across the table from Byron. “Hmm?” Byron looked at her, appearing confused. “That's what my mom used to call it when nightmares or something kept waking you up— a broken night.” “Oh,” now he began to understand. “Yeah, it looks like you had one.” “You could say that for sure.” “That's okay, I did too. I was dreaming about Lacey all night, Lacey and that damn snake.”

“Night is first, which starts at ten. It’s primarily for adults, not because of the drinking, but because of the added danger of the forest. Plus, there are some shady folk who come to trade during Night. But there’s dragons, potions, and enchanted crystals, so you have to come! It’s a huge festival, so it’s impossible to host it at the center of town. Day is next, which starts at six in the morning. Still just as fun as Night, but a lot safer for the family crowds.” “Oh, I have to come?” I teased, tapping my chin. “Well, I suppose it does sound fun.” “And you have the added bonus of driving your mate insane.” She snickered, her eyes shimmering wickedly. “If you ask me, I’d be surprised if h

NIGHTMARES. A very bad or frightening dream. Anna was starting to lose count of the number of nightmares she’s been having since Josh’s death but whenever she woke up with one, clearing her head with a jog had been working well on her. She lets out a sigh as she turns sideways to stare at the mini alarm clock she had next to her bed. The time read 6:00 am and she hated the fact that she had to be awake at this early hour of the day.

Nonetheless, inside the room, a person in a black school uniform was emitting a dark aura while staring intently at the picture of a beautiful woman smiling together with her cute little daughter, sitting on her lap. “Mom, I made a promise to you and Uncle Ben, but...” she gently touched the mirror that shows the reflection of a teenage boy and his obsidian eyes burning on fire. Clenching her palm, she said in a cold monotonous voice, “I, Zitrey d' Nightroad will definitely catch him! I really will!!!” The veins in her forehead bulging with rage were somehow gone when she heard a pleasing and concerning voice of a woman, “Zeth, it's still early in the morning. Did you have nightmares?”