Nocturnal Comic Novels & Stories

activities. Strange things began happening from the moment they arrived. At night, the forest seemed to come alive with eerie whispers, and peculiar shadows flitted around the campfire. Rocky, the raccoon they had befriended along the way, seemed to revel in the camp's mystique, often disappearing into the woods only to return with twigs and leaves in his paws.

A smile washes over my face as his rough voice floods the space, and I can just imagine his tired, haggard face. “Because not only are you the weapons manufacturer,” he continues, “you’re also a Nero. And you’ve managed to bag the only other Nero in the galaxy they know about. I think you could stand to learn a little humility, Nova.” “Slag, Edan, you’re alive!” I say, relief flooding through me. “Are the others okay?” “What the void, Nova?” Zayne’s voice speaks through the overhead sound system. “You can’t just go and disappear like that and then make a major outing on The Black Hole of Truth. Are you trying to give everyone a slam heart attack?”

All I care about was to get the hell away from here After two hours of bus ride, I got off the bus. I had come far from my home. It was already midnight and the night seemed darker than usual. As I padded my way through the street, I felt strange. I had to look over my shoulder in fear of being followed. This place was already giving me creepy feelings. I couldn’t see anyone on the street. Walked on the pavement, I searched for a place to stay for the night. After a walk of ten minutes, I caught the sight of a shop that looked like a departmental store. I walked into the store and to the counter where a person was reading a magazine. I cleared my throat to get his attention. He looked at me

The 10th manor needs to be taken care of for when Ler comes back. When the maids left, she lay on the bed and it felt like being on a cloud. Immediately, Ayla felt she could fall asleep right there and rest in a way she hadn’t done in weeks. Her gaze drifted towards the wall on her left, where a painting of moon flowers was the only decoration of the room. Knock-knock. Someone was calling at the door. She stood and went to open the door, and was surprised to see it was Nox, although perhaps she should have expected it.

Adam said gently. He was always like that. Adam never once messed with me. "Last night, you came to my room, opened the door, and took off my clothes, and you took off yours. We both enjoyed the night without me knowing that you were Adam. The lights were off so that I couldn't catch your reflection very well. I thought you were Gavin; I couldn't hear your sighs and whispers very well either. I might have. It felt different that night. But I didn't think much of it because, damn it, I enjoyed what you did to me," I said honestly. Adam was silent, and so was I. We faced each other in the room, remembering the sin we had committed.

Jon wondered whether his client was suffering from some kind of malady that also rendered him cold and pale. Dante took a cursory glance at Jon, then motioned for Jon to join him at the table. Jon sat on the proffered seat and took out his laptop. "I prefer to work at night, so I'm afraid you'll have to do the same," said Dante, his eyes going back to the monitor. "It is at night that I feel most alive. People who work in the day do not know the exhilaration that we nocturnal workers feel." Jon nodded and wondered if he would be expected to work all night tonight.

Noelle flicked the newspaper to the next page and I caught the headline for today: Midnight Cowboy Stops Deadly Armed Robbery On Daytona Blvd, only two blocks away from here… "By the way." I caught Noelle's gaze over the edge of the paper, her eyes practically slit as she grinned at me. Oh, that was never a good sign. "Not to judge as a fellow nocturnal animal, but are you just now getting up? Because, girl, it's two in the afternoon. What, you had a good night or something?"