Shadow Of Night Novels & Stories

Elder Sharon looked at her for a long, agonising period, then a vicious, twisted smile bloomed on his wrinkled face. “So be it,” said Sharon, his voice ringing in the tomb. The Trial of Blood and Shadow is at midnight. Let’s see if the Northern Fire can blaze through the gloom or if the King’s new Luna will be nothing more than bones in the dust.”

By the time Carson acted, suspicion would already be planted. And Rebecca? He lingered on the thought longer than necessary. The moonlight sharpened as clouds drifted aside, Klaus smiled. "Celebrate well…" He whispered into the night. "— because it will be your last moment of peace." — and when the moon reached its peak, blood would surely follow. ||·The Day Of The Ceremony·|| Night fell slowly over the Dark Knight Pack, as though the sky itself wished to linger. By the time the moon rose, the ceremonial grounds were buzzing. Firepits were burning bright as they light up ancient symbols and banners with stamps that looked like they were watching over the gathering. Even the air was thick wit

It’s against everything fate has tried to impose upon us. Dorian notices. The smile vanishes from his face, replaced by a flicker of surprise. For a second, uncertainty clouds his gaze—and that’s all I need to believe that maybe, just maybe, we have a chance. “You don’t know who you’re messing with,” Shadow whispers, his voice deeper, darker, like a lament, as if everything he’s endured has prepared him for this moment. He moves swiftly—faster than I expected—and confronts Dorian. The energy surrounding Shadow explodes in a burst of light and darkness that seems to fracture reality itself.

Liam Nightshade as a vampire he is naturally dark, mysterious and brooding. Even still he is also closed off and secretive from years of being an outcast among his people. Vampires have changed a lot over the last century. They no longer have to go out in the night and hunt humans to feed themselves nor do they have to keep humans locked away in their dwellings as a prolonged food source. Now vampires, though still hiding from the public eye, have a deal with most of the local blood banks. A small portion of all blood donations each month are given to the vampire seethe they have a contract with. Most seethes also have a deal with local hospitals where anyone who dies of natural causes has a

The night of the third year's autumn solstice, Lucian stands on the rebuilt eastern wall of Drevalon's outer fortification and watches the twin moons rise. They are both present tonight, the actual moon and the phenomenon that appeared first during the curse and has not fully resolved since, the second light sitting in the sky's eastern quarter with the diffuse quality of something that is not quite celestial and not quite earthly and has found a permanent residence in the space between. The seers call it the Shadow Moon. The wolves call it the Direwolf's Eye. The vampires call it Thornhaven's Watch. The name it carries depends entirely on who is looking at it, which feels accurate.

I couldn’t comprehend the amount of information I had that day. I could see the entrance getting closer, as a shadow stepped out from the doors as my vision blurred, and I fell. I had nothing left in me; the darkness cascaded down around me as I was dragged into the abyss.

As if her blood had remembered how to lead. “They’ll test our defenses first,” she murmured. “Send scouts. Shadows. Whispers to probe my resolve.” “And?” She turned her eyes to mine. “I don’t break easy.” Her strength surged through me like adrenaline. “Then we hold them off. Together.” Somewhere Outside… Three Nightborn slithered through the forest, cloaked in mist, unseen by most eyes. Their forms were human only in silhouette—elongated limbs, blackened teeth, and voices that sounded like dying wind.

He turned, facing the gathering pack, and raised a hand. The drums stopped. The conversations died. Even the pups quieted, sensing the shift. A thousand eyes turned to us. “Shadow Moon,” Aaron’s voice carried over the silent clearing, powerful and clear. “The longest night is upon us. A time to remember the darkness, and to celebrate the unwavering promise of the light’s return.” A low, approving growl rippled through the crowd.

The voice didn't seem like I was to get any better but it sure had a promise that made my heart quake. The moon rises high in the sky, its silvery light creating an eerier aura, as the screams of a woman echo through the landscape. A creature turns its head attracted by the sounds of pain and fear as it rips through the veil between the living and dead. “The night of Shadow, the perfect night for escape.” Like the time when the veil between the living and dead is the thinnest, Shadow is the time signally the end of lightness and the beginning of darkness.

But another part — the part that still remembered who she was before all of this — screamed for her to fight. She took a step back. “You want me to be your queen? Then prove you deserve me.” The shadow blinked, startled. Then it smiled, wicked and sharp. “Very well.” With a snap of its fingers, the night exploded. The ruins shook, stones cracking, the ground splitting as dozens of shadow-creatures erupted from the earth — wolves made of smoke and gold-eyed beasts with claws like sickles. The shadow’s voice rang out like thunder. “Survive until moonset, and we will speak again. Fail—”