Night Realm Novels & Stories

He lifts his eyes, with a blank look down her reddish face that was soon to explode. Her eyes wither on him, and she wanted to flip at him. Slowly, her lips parted and, in a low growl, she whispered. “Eve…” *** It was getting to that time of the year again, the jingle bells. For some reason, it was nothing to be happy about. Her back was against the window after she draws down the curtain. Her long golden brown hair covered her pale face and slowly sliding down into the darkness of the room. She’d been wide awake since the early hours of the morning. After she woke up from a nightmare and was peeping through the curtains to be sure the stalker was still there.

Someone told her, it was a familiar face, but it took her a moment to put a name to that face. It was her Master, Brenna Calix. Sleeping for how long?! Lena closed her eyes and tried to remember… What was she doing before this long dream? “I had to run from that demon… it was too strong to defeat, terrifyingly so.” Could just one demon’s attack make her sleep for so long? Lena couldn’t remember it in detail, but that monster wasn’t like anything she’d ever seen before. “Do you remember anything else. Was it only one?” “Yes, it was only one.”

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

Albert wished he could already execute the rit After the night, the Night Children who did not drink would wait and starve in the Hall of Bones until death came to them. They were not going to wait for another full moon. Their flesh would rot until their bones joined those who came before them inside the Hall. Human flesh and bones, on the other hand, were not allowed to degrade inside the Hall. It would be taken outside for the Night Children's pleasure. Then normal life began again until the next full moon.e.. s.e.n.. e.tant.. n.e.."m.t.t.s.d.. t.r. her.. . t.l.d.n.c.pleasure. Then normal life began again until the next full moon.

Rhychard sat astride his Suzuki and stared up at Renny Saunders townhouse. The chilly, quiet night entirely swallowed the Friday sun. The sky was clear, the stars pin-pricking the night canopy. It was the first night of the Dark Moon. Tomorrow that moon would hold power, power Vargas would harness and use to open a Gateway to the Nether.

Most attacks came under cover of night, which didn’t make a whole lot of sense to Jo when she stopped to think about it since Vampires could see almost as well in the dark as they could in the light, but since most of them did sleep at least a few hours per day, it would make sense to try to catch the majority of them while they were snoozing. In this case, there were plenty of Vampires standing guard to detect them the moment they attempted to breach the wall in front of the palace or come down the mountainside.

She stared at the ceiling without blinking and immediately fell into the familiar nightmare that had always plagued her sleep. *NIGHTMARE* She was standing in a dark unfamiliar room, the room was dark but she could see everything clearly, like she had some sort of light in her eyes. The coven-like room was filled with women, their eyes flashing bright blue as they all stared at her as if they were trying to lure her in. They had a wand in their hands.

Lira said grimly. They stayed the night in what had once been the town’s inn. The rooms were sparse but clean, though the windows reflected strange things, not their own faces, but older or younger versions. Nora couldn’t sleep. The pendant glowed faintly beside her bedroll, pulsing in sync with her heartbeat. Outside, the town murmured, faint voices whispering names, songs, fragments of lost years. She stepped outside into the night air. The stars were wrong, too many, arranged in unfamiliar constellations. The moon was fractured, half-shadowed by a spiral of Rift light.

They were supposed to sleep. The fire had burned down to a bank of coals, red eyes half‑lidded under ash. Most of the escort had already folded themselves into bedrolls, silhouettes soft in the dark. Even Rhea had finally stretched out under her cloak, one arm flung over her face, knife still in easy reach. Talia and one of the Nightfangs sat first watch at the edge of the ward, outlines just visible against the trees. The faint, steady hum of their magic was a second heartbeat under the night sounds, growing almost impatient in Rin’s skin the longer she lay still.

He purred my name and I shivered as I felt his words caress me. I stifled a groan and glared again. "I'm not sleeping beside you." I corrected. The corners of his full, sensuous lips tugged upwards and widened into a smile that was all teeth and sharp canines. "Then don't. I should warn you though. Neradia and Elysium are different. In Elysium, the elementals come out to play at night."