Novel & Cerita Phantom Tales Of The Night

“Yeah. There are ways for vampires to get around during daylight hours, and I kind of have a magical way of making the sunlight not hurt Lucas.” “Oh, uh. Wow.” Silence falls between us for a few seconds. I pull the band from my ponytail. “So, when’s a good time to come over? Phil and I both have the night and then tomorrow off.” “Once the sun goes down. Is that too late for Penny?” “Lord no,” she says with a laugh. “That kid hasn’t been sleeping very well lately. It’s a Wonder Week.” “What’s that?” “A growth spurt that messes with her sleep cycle, her happiness, and basically my sanity. She might be up. She might not be.”

Rufus shook his head fast as if to let the reality of those fables slide from his exhausted mind. He didn’t watch any of the war, nor could he hear any of it from the position he sat, deep in the cavern of the beastmen, at the confluence that led into the narrow tunnel of bones. He sat just out of eyeshot of the writhing twin creatures behind the stone bars. His mind reeled as he studied the creatures and then looked away. In many a night time fable, he’d heard tales of creatures like these, called Uilepheists.

He did not know a single thing about what was the purpose of his existence. "Perhaps." he told her. "I don't know. What kind of creatures are you talking about?" The woman gulped. "You can see for yourself during the night. They creep on the windows and watch us sleep. We would only ignore them because our ancestors have told us so." She paused for a while and breathed. "I believe the chieftain calls them: the Night Hallows. Spirits of the dead that continued to live in the shadows of their present. There are terrifying. Some of them are docile and some of them, well, would attack the villagers, especially during the midnight."

So, follow the supernatural world, between changes, attacks of beasts and supernatural worlds, lives of terror and nightmares. So, come and follow your fears and mysteries in the midst of a great turnaround of events, between victims, the police and the crimes of the night, monsters and beasts of the underworld, beings of darkness that prowl the night. Between disappearances, supernatural beings, revenge of spirits, tales of death and rebirth, tracing a line from the world of darkness, the lands of rain... 22 hours at night. It was the dark New Year's Eve, the weekend night during All Saints' Day.

“Betty will be here in an hour, so I won’t be alone.” “I know. But something is on the loose and it’s only been attacking after dark.” “I’ll call Daniel. He and his brothers got all riled up when I told them something dark was in the forest. Damon was mixing potions late into the night.” Damon is Daniel’s younger brother, who went to the Academy the same year as us. “He was always good with potions, wasn’t he?” “Yeah, and he’s come up with a few new ones I think he’s all too eager to test out. I’ll make sure he’s here before I even think about locking up for the night. This thing only attacks when witches are alone, right?”

He even pulled up a rough-hewn stool and settled in. “What happened that night?” He asked. I hesitated for a minute not knowing where to begin or if I even had the strength to speak. Then I began to speak. I recounted the events after the pack gathering, the walk home with Hallie that had taken a terrifying turn. We had stumbled upon a wounded werewolf near the edge of our territory.

Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted across this dark, lifeless plain. In a different plane lied a primordial creature of the night finding solace in the eternal night that plagued his castle, the whistle and Chimes of fate had stirred his old blood awake. He knew that times were finally changing, and it seemed he had to get back to the game. "I wonder how Netherndel is faring, it's time I get back" his deep red eyes shone with a dangerous glint as he looked across the darkness, his eyes seemed to bypass the veil between planes for his gaze had a godly presence that came with it.

Epilogue: Now that I have written several of these stories, I find that my old ghosts have started to haunt my dreams yet again. It is amazing that once things are written down, they begin to take on a life of their own. Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them.

Monette's eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open. He's got to be kidding! She was about to say something when Bernard grabbed her hand and pulled her inside the mansion, rendering her speechless. Even when they were finally inside the mansion, Bernard held her hand. The mansion's inside appeared haunted, but she was confident it would be beautiful again once cleaned, and the white cloths covering the items were removed. There is no denying that the mansion is stunning. The mansion's structure was similar to those in the Philippines during the Spanish era.

"Its threads hold the echoes of our past and the potential for our future." As we knelt beside the tapestry, the moon's glow intensifying, I traced my paw along the intricate patterns. Each thread told a story, and tonight, we would decipher their meaning. The forest around us seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the revelations that would unfold under the moonlit sky. "The elders may have neglected to prepare us for the red moon's whispers," I reflected, my voice a whisper in the night, "but we will not let their oversight dictate our destiny. We are Nightshadows, and tonight, we reclaim our narrative."