Pre Heresy Night Lords Novels & Stories

She stepped out of bed to open the door, only to see a strange male standing on the other side of the thick bars. He slowly removed his hood, revealing his face and Lylah stared at the familiar male with a blank expression. “You're Lylah Greystone,” he said. “And you're one of the Lords of the Emissaries,” she muttered. “Yes. I'm Lord Atheon, Lord of the North,” he stepped closer—nearly crossing a dark border line. “Careful,” Lylah warned. “Many have died crossing that.” Atheon glanced down at the black line that stretched across the floor.

Her power, amplified by the healing energies now flowing more strongly through the ley lines, was immense, a force that could shatter mountains. The Night Howlers fought with a ferocity that belied their ethereal forms. Their attacks were swift and silent, their claws tearing through flesh and shadow with supernatural speed. They were not simply fighting for survival; they were fighting to protect the sanctity of the ley lines, to safeguard the balance of the realms. Their movements were a ballet of death, each strike precise and deadly, their combined might a force to be reckoned with.

I brace myself for whatever is coming next. “You're well aware that our rivals are going to make a move anytime now, aren’t you?” he asks. I nod my head and wave my hand for him to keep speaking. The Lords of the Night. They’re fucking everywhere—it’s annoying how they’re all people ever talk about. I know they’re dangerous, but with what I’m hearing now, they should be getting even more attention than La Comorra by now.” “What about them? We’re prepared for anything that comes our way,” I reply. I'm not particularly interested in them anyway.

Hades, Persephone, and Dionysus would only listen to the gossip in silence while pretending to care about the dead bodies. The people around them were quite fearful over their majestic presence but it didn’t restrain them from speaking ill of someone. And of course, the subject was no other subject but the lord herself; Lord Shadow. “... the smaller one?” “I don’t…. Yeah, I think.” “We are over-working…” “... heard that the small lord did something in the territory?” “I hate to work overtime.” “The smaller… the claw battle had preceded the ruined territory.” “I hate them.” “I hate the small lord.”

The blue of his eyes shone with darkness, the intensity choked me. "She doesn't seem to know how a conquest works," Theodore said, walking towards the small couch in front of the bed. "Allow us to lay it out for you." "Do you know who we are, butterfly?" Veles asked and I gave him a confused look laced with fear. "You're the L-Lords of Nith-" I hesitated to answer. "Sons of Nithilorc." Claus cut me off. "A kingdom that every other fear. A kingdom your kind has tried to destroy since the beginning." I looked at him confused. What did he mean?

"My people are the Visionaries. Some may choose to call us The Seers. The Nhermis Coven Clan is gifted with the mystical power to foretell the future. We are the clairvoyant..." I stood up, strutting closer to her. "And the others?" "The Helpers" Rhona stepped forward. "Yes. They are the Reeva Coven Clan." Khalia moved her fingers, chanting some words. Another symbol appeared. I could vividly recognize it from mother's map. "Also Warriors. A Coven of witches clan called the Vernus Clan." Another symbol appeared. "The Healers are fourth order of The Five, they are called the Nightsky Clan. Then finally----"

Under the night sky, castles and towers in the capital city of the Great North are strangely luminescent, glittering like the stars themselves, while the rest of the establishments are in the dark. Mayhem City is a combination of contradictions, the light and the dark, the rich and the poor, and the oppressor and the oppressed.

I breathed, the knowledge somehow surfacing from deep within my consciousness. "Ah," Selene smiled sadly. "Your blood remembers. The Shadow Lords existed before time itself. They feed on division, on hatred, on fear. Your very existence – a bridge between worlds – threatens everything they've worked to maintain." As she spoke, images flashed through my mind: ancient battles, fallen Celestials, worlds torn apart by war. But through it all, a prophecy repeated: "When moon and stars unite in flesh, darkness itself shall fear her name." --- Meanwhile, in the Black Dawn Pack...

“Then tell me, Luna Ayla, what can you tell me about my two friends here?” Her hand trailed up and down my arm, sending the same feeling of need to my nether region. It made thinking clearly impossible, which was why I blurted out the words. “The Royal Beta Drax, one of the longest living and most powerful Werewolves in the world, and the Royal Delta Luther, leader of the Night Blood Coven, the most powerful Coven in the world. Both of their sons are standing beside Alec and Lord Leroy.”

But amidst the uncertainty, a memory surfaced, a whispered fragment of a conversation with her grandfather, a creature of ancient lineage and shadowed knowledge. "Beware the Night of the Blood Moon, child," he had rasped, his voice like dry leaves rustling in the wind. "For under its crimson kiss, wolves lose themselves to the beast within. Their moonlit bond, severed by the red light, leaves them vulnerable to primal urges, slaves to bloodlust." Hera's eyes widened. Panic gnawed at her, a counterpoint to the weight of the prophecy. She had to reach him, to guide him through the crimson storm before it consumed him whole.