Nocturnal Comic Novels & Stories

- And the nocturnal ones are different, why? - Because they are cruel and violent. Nocturnal people can only walk at night. The sun can kill them. - So I'm a nocturnal. I was created after dying, and the sun burns my skin. and I know I'm violent. - But daddy, if you were a nocturnal, you would have already killed me. - Can you imagine the effort I'm making to not suck you to death? - Nocturnals cannot transform humans. Neither alive nor dead. They simply eat, kill, and sleep. They are hollow beings. You're not like that. You're talking to me.

She neither confirmed nor denied it, letting him believe she was Dreamy and travel with her. Later, she'd wanted to explain at the foot of the snowy mountains, but Zachary had said it didn't matter anymore. She never brought it up again. So much had happened after that, and she'd forgotten about it. Seeing this name now brought it all back. She remembered Zachary mentioning that this comic artist called "Dreamy" had created an adventure comic starring a robot, and the main character looked very similar to the red-hatted robot Lucian had given her. She'd suspected it then, and now it was confirmed. Dreamy's account really did belong to Lucian.

I know it was the dead of the night but there should have still been a couple of guards patrolling and the fact that Xavier wasn't in the room meant that there was something to attend to. For the life of me, I couldn't find my phone so I couldn't even think to call him. Eventually, I ended up falling asleep again, not knowing that a greater danger was waiting for me. By the time I had drifted to the Dreamworld, I found myself at a party. I knew I was at a pack but I just didn't know what pack. It was a small celebration with bright lights hanging from pole to pole, a small band playing up front, a table of food and drinks to the side and a seating of not less than thirty to fifty people.

I screamed, and he gave it to me, fucking me until my body was nothing but sensation and sound. We didn’t stop. Not after once, not after twice. The night blurred into heat and sweat and endless moans, condoms piling on the bedside like trophies, and the bed creaking like crazy. When sleep finally claimed me, I thought: this is the best night of my life. I didn’t care that he was a stranger. Maybe it was better this way..no names, no shame, just pure release. …But the morning was cruel.

Camilo was just a small problem that went away. We finished our marking ceremony and everything went well. That night, the old Alpha told everyone that Alex was the new Alpha of the pack—and I was his Luna. I sat in our wedding room, feeling a little nervous as I waited for Alex to come back. Every time I had imagined my true mate, it was always Camilo. But the Moon Goddess had other plans for me. In the end, my mate was Alex—a strong, loving, and very charming Alpha who knew how to make my heart beat fast.

But, so was my disappointment at the interior. It was normal. There was a half full coffee pot and sterile white mugs lined up like you would see in any hotel lobby. It had a child's painting on the wall with painted hands. It was a bit like a doctor's office in that way as the child's handwriting was scrawled dislexically. I looked at it as the only alien thing in the room, but it was really cute. There was a small beta male who was in scrubs eating something that looked like a burrito wrapped in deli papers at one of the booths. He had an open black lined notebooks which was covered in an untidy scrawl. I could only see diagrams of frogs before he closed it so I couldn't read it.

--- (DRACO CLUB) The Draco Club was alive, pulsating with energy as neon lights bathed the night in a kaleidoscope of colors. Inside, the beat of the music synchronized with the crowd's collective heartbeat, filling the air with electric anticipation. Laughter and murmurs wove through the atmosphere like a seductive undertone. Yet outside, amidst the thrumming vibrancy, Eros stood still, his silhouette stark against the club's chaos. He raised a glass of whiskey to his lips, the amber liquid burning a trail down his throat. But the fiery drink failed to extinguish the inferno in his mind. His thoughts were chained to one name-Evanora.

It always gave him nightmares, and those are the last things he needed at the moment. Aiden had no idea what Jake did to reverse the situation. What the fuck did he even do to put to sleep their going-bananas therapist? All he knew was that he heard a loud thump and when he came back from the kitchen with the chamomile tea, Natalie was sleeping on the couch while Jake was lecturing Moonlight for being naughty and not an obedient child. Aiden: "..." Jake: ╮ (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) ╭ Moonlight: (눈_눈)

That is the strangest thing I have ever thought in my life. That familiar itch starts to spread across my neck, down my chest to my stomach. It itches so bad, I pull up my shirt and when I do, I scream out into the empty dark room that is lit only by the moonlight and a single nightlight over by the entrance. Daring to look down again, I see that where I had just scratched, is a gaping wound and there is a maggot crawling out of it. I hear a noise from behind me and when I turn on my heels, I watch as the same man from before stands about a foot taller than I am and is staring right into my eyes. He opens his mouth and states, “You have finally awakened. Good.”

My eyes drift closed and lean into his hand, wanting him to scratch behind my ear. I'm not even going to try and explain the feeling, unless you're a wolf getting you head scratched you don't know what it's like. Suddenly something's cold thrown onto my face. I yelp jump backwards. I fall to the floor in a heap, my face, neck and shoulders dripping with water. I shake myself off and look over the bed as Christian who was laughing hysterically and holding an empty glass which had been sitting on my nightstand a few seconds ago, half filled with water but was now empty.