Night Realm Novels & Stories

The lake was referred to as the path that was between the two realms – Half a Step into the Nightmare Realm. But even the talented could fail in their journey. The boat had to be able to cross the entire distance, and not give up halfway. That was how being Half a Step into the Nightmare Realm was. It didn’t necessarily guarantee that a person would become a Nightmare. In fact, only 5% of people Half a Step into the Nightmare Realm actually became Nightmares! This was because being Half a Step into the Nightmare Realm was the greatest test for a person. Once a person failed that test, he/she would fall back into the Predator Realm.

Scarlett nodded, feeling uncertainty grow inside her. The next morning, as everyone woke up and the sun barely lit the camp, Alex had already made a decision: he had to protect Scarlett no matter what. What happened the night before hadn’t been an accident. The gorgon who had almost drowned Scarlett was a princess of the lake, and although Alex still didn’t understand why she had attacked her, he knew there had to be a reason—and he had to find out. And that meant that, at last, he would have to tell Scarlett the truth about the supernatural world… and about who had attacked her the night before. Scarlett stepped out of her tent with Leslie, feeling the morning chill on her skin. At that ver

I stuttered out my sentence wiping my eyes as I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Cages? Don't be ridiculous, Ms. Spitz. We're civilized. There is a safe area and then a restricted area. The area is designed based on the Norweigian prison system. It's one of the humane systems in the entire world, it's completely safe for everyone involved. I wonder . . . in your university environment you would never have been able to see a full mating drive? Alphas are restrained in society."

The night air bit cold against Racheal Black’s skin as she stood on the cliff edge overlooking the valley. The wind carried the scent of pine, wet earth… and something new. Something unsettling. She tightened her grip on the silver dagger strapped to her thigh, more out of habit than necessity. A beta didn’t usually need to defend herself on sacred land. But tonight wasn’t just any night. It was Ritual Night, and every eligible unmated wolf in the surrounding packs had gathered under the blood moon to find their destined mate.

The moonlight spilled faintly through the high-pitched window of the room, tracing silver lines across Nyra's tangled hair as she lay on the bed. Her body was still sore, her cheek pressed against the cool linen. The pain from earlier echoed through her bones. She could barely sleep. Her mind kept drifting to the mating ceremony Alpha Kael had mentioned–and the moment he'd called her his mate. None of it made any sense. Was this all a setup? Just then, a soft knock came from the door. Nyra stirred, too tired to get up. It was already midnight.

She would sleep forever in her hidden cage. My scream echoed through my room as darkness engulfed me. It had been two days since the welcome party. Every night since, I had the same nightmare, only to forget it by morning. I knew it was important, but I couldn’t remember it. A full moon shone through my window, mesmerizing me. Without realizing it, I left my bed, descended the steps, and stepped into the cool night air. My nightgown brushed my knees, but I didn’t care. The night called to me. It felt vital.

Night Moon pack blaze trail strong through faced hardships lines gifts strengthen all pack's core ready meet awaiting roads lead on still untrod by any paws yet. Moon looks witness to our soul's bond to sky realm powers rules unseen turnings still yet wove. As AlSteel'steel mind touches the fights sure come not just at the pack's bounds but beyond its circle edge where destinies crossing interweave one great design. The unseen realm beckons Night Moon taking its thread knot tying all the grand cloth weaves ahead to the tapestry's next pages still awaiting our paw prints step onto stamping its threads on still unwoven pages ahead dimly covered ill-dimly-covered mist veils.

Daniel and Savannah had woken up early this morning. Aerian was still asleep from working last night so we had them shower, eat and relax most of the day. Niven was able to find some coverage so that Aerain could have tonight off. She was exhausted from working these last three nights. I had noticed that the parking lot was full these last three nights. I was glad to see the place full, but I knew my dark princess needed a day off. Niven reminded me that we had decided to make these two nights by reservation only so they should not be as busy. The chef that was supposed to work the previous two nights had gotten sick but was back and was more than happy to take these two nights. I had let my

I tell myself to find the bad, to find the tainted traces that are not Valen, and get them out. “I believe in you,” Valen whispers. And with his affirmation, I touch the sides of Valen’s head, and I let myself fall down into his mind. It’s dark. So dark. I hear screams. I hear a language I do not recognize. I feel sand all around my body. I see dozens of worlds and various ships. I see Neron blue. I see red blood. I suck in a shallow breath. I press my fingertips tightly into Valen’s temples. I shift in the bed, better balancing myself.