Pre Heresy Night Lords Novels & Stories

Valerie replied. “You wanna know what I think?” I asked. “What's that?” Valerie asked. “I think those things called night walkers are following orders. Mindless living beings don't just pop out of nowhere and decide they want to start hunting down heralds. Think about it: They went into hiding the moment the past Heralds gave up their lives and then resurfaced the moment you guys were born. Don't you think someone is giving them this information and telling them where and how to find you guys?” I said, struggling my way through the thick layers of snow to catch up with the other two.

asked Chaos. "Oh, I was about to get there… The Heralds of Light is a group of powerful beings that serve the Supreme Deity of Brightness… they seem to originate from a planet named Aurora near the Orion Star, but it is also said that they expand all around our Galaxy, named Nyx. They seem to follow a righteous belief and enjoy exerting their power over other beings, forcing them to obey them for their selfish desires such as "liberation", "purification", and all of that nonsensical crap," said Belphegor.

"Come to the Eternal City. I'll make you my mate... my only bride... I'll claim you for real." Pleasure shot down my spine like lightning, making me shake. Gasping, I threw reason out the window. Just like the last ninety nights, I kissed him back, wrapping my legs tight around his waist. When it was over, my eyes snapped open. I was soaked. It felt terrifyingly real. But I couldn't care about that right now. That pomegranate crest kept flashing in my mind. The Night House. Rulers of the Eternal City. Descendants of the ancient Underworld God.

That quickly snuffed out any suspicions Grendel had, and Harvit turned toward him to ask quietly, "Do you have anything to say, Lord Lazuli?" "No," Grendel replied. Hence, the delegation of all four factions, with their fief lords, patriarchs, and ten Ether Lord rank ten elders, entered the heritage zone. But even as Yorba, Tobek, and Zahn traded glances, their eyes were clearly bursting with clear murderous intent.

I leaned forward, my gaze locking onto the older lord who had spoken earlier. "Now, I have a question for all of you," I said, my voice dropping into a dangerous whisper. "Who do you choose to follow? Do you follow a corrupt Council that tries to starve your children to protect their golden thrones? Or do you follow the Battle Luna who feeds your men and leads them to victory?" The silence in the room was absolute. The lords looked at the trade papers, then at Gabriel’s heavy axe, and finally at me. They realized the truth. The Moon Council’s political spell was completely broken.

Lyra belonged to the conclave of ancient witches, followers of the dark god Nocturnus, who had favored them in ancient wars before they discovered his true intentions. Nocturnus fed on corrupted souls, suffering, spilled blood, and chaos—a devoured of light. When the witches realized his purpose, they saw their minds were controlled, their bodies moving at the god’s will. Crying out for deliverance, they found themselves kneeling before their most powerful enemy, the Moon Goddess.

One from the werewolf clan spoke and I heard as he struggled to keep breathing. They all surveyed each other as he spoke, exchanging glances and sipping the liquid in their glasses wryly. "Or could it be that the Lord has grown tired of ruling?" One of them aired out. The side of my lips raise to his words as it was quite amusing how they all suck at wearing their pretentious masks properly. "Oh, how could that be? The Lord went to the depths of hell just to sit on the throne, he wouldn't risk it for anything." Herticus the head of the Serpentine Relm uttered as his words were accompanied by laughter.

Jericho stood before them, his voice carrying across the crowd, "Today, we fight not just for ourselves, but for all lycans and humans who believe in unity and acceptance. Let us show the Nightshade Coven that our bond is unbreakable!" With a resounding cheer, the packs surged forward, charging towards the heart of darkness. The battle raged on, with lycans and humans fighting side by side, their determination unwavering. Jericho and Sable led the charge, their bond radiating with a fierce intensity that inspired those around them.

"Gina told me. She's told me of most of the mercenary groups. Of Greenbush, and Hedgeshadow. Of Pondgrass, and Merriway. All powerful, deceptive, and fierce in battle. Yet, none as powerful as the Night Witch." Talks like this made Karl hard, but thanks to the heat of Lexi's cherry, it provided just enough heat to keep him from aching out in pain, and thanks to her tender ministration, and the rhythmic movement of her body against him. Slow and steady. "I like this beautiful feel of you," Karl said. "I am holding back my pleasure." "And you are driving me mad." ***

that wasn't even spoken on earth, but still I could hear part of it. I heard destruction, then control, but the rest became faint to me. Just as he continued to chant on, my vision changed and I saw his piece of clothing change into a dark red robe. It grew so long that if he stood at the hall room, it would reach down to the entrance and still rolled outside. His eyes turned to what looked like a Wolf's red eyes, but only, it showed glimpse of blur in it. Almost as if those eyes were part blue and part red. I remembered stories my grandma used to tell us, where she said that the colour of midnight blue was present in a deity's eyes such as werewolves, or witches or in this case, the devil