Sonic X Nights Novels & Stories

Behind them, more of their brothers arrived. Rising, August turned to his men. “Get going before they call their damned kids to get us!” He felt his feet move a few steps and saw the men turn to flee. He felt the world twist and the stone floor came up to meet him. August’s head smashed on down to the stone and his helm bounced, his eyes were full of stars but in a moment, his mind filled with darkness. *** Drust called up the descending grade of the cavern to Gonar, “Come along now. They will be here soon enough.”

Almost kind. "You have dreamed this seventeen times," the voice said. "Tonight will be the eighteenth. After tonight, you will not dream it anymore." Marcus's lips moved. "Why?" he managed to croak. No answer. Only the sound of slow, steady breathing from above. Then the voice said something that made Marcus's blood run cold for a different reason. It said: "Because after tonight, you will not need to dream it. You will live it."

To taste her lips is all I can think about. I flip the covers off of my well-rested body and get out of bed. Peering outside the window over my bed, I see it's late morning now. You may think that vampires live only during night, but here in Nitraville, it is only ever darkness. Because I am a hybrid, I can sleep whenever I please, but with consequences. If I were to step outside the dome, I could suffer gravely, but not near as bad as my father or brother.

My fingers loosened against NightSword and it clattered away from me. Eryndor’s eyes were dilated, his canines dripping saliva as he dove for the sword, picking it up with a feral grin. He raised it above my head as I watched in horror. NO!, NightSword screamed in my head, in protest at being wielded by one not bonded to him. My ears popped and my vision was lost again as a powerful sonic blast emerged from the ancient weapon, a beam of energy spiraling outwards and slamming into Eryndor.

Sonia: Stop being such a jerk and text me your address. Xavier: I'm sorry, I can't give you my address. Sonia: Money laundering?? Xavier: you're so funny. haha Sonia didn't respond after the last text. Xavier slid his phone down the counter, pissed. Xavier rested his head against the counter, frustrated. He. got off the counter, heading back to his room. *** It was Just 10 pm in the morning. Xavier opened his eyes slightly, groggy from sleep. He checked his phone. There were numerous congratulatory messages. He slammed it against the sheets. Nothing about business. Xavier had ticked off the week off his schedule and regretted it.

Alistair returned and shook his head—they had confirmed that Curtis' guards had all been knocked unconscious, proving Sonny was not bluffing. Taking a deep breath, Xena said firmly, "Settle your grudges with me, Sonny. You're one of the Thirteen Aces—if you want revenge, come after me, not my grandfather!" Sonny's voice came through as the camera moved away from his face. "Patience! I said we're playing a game. Play it well, and he might just survive, right?" Alistair received a message through his earpiece and passed it to Xena. "Lady Summers, they're using equipment that's preventing us from tracking the phone."

“Didn’t your parents lecture you never to wander alone into the dark human?” Looking around as if noticing for the first time that it was dark, she tried to say something but I held her eyes and impelled her. "You will forget everything that happened this night and you will run home like a good little girl” She nodded her head in understanding and I picked up a sniff of rone. Turning, I returned to my previous location and as predicted, I met it unoccupied with little trails of blood. 2005 I should be afraid of darkness but am not. I find solace in it, and it’s like my safe coven.

December 23rd, 11:49 p.m. Inside the house, the Christmas party is buzzing with fifty people mingling under the twinkling lights, Bing Crosby's smooth voice crooning "White Christmas" in the background, and the air thick with the cozy scents of cinnamon and bourbon. Dad's booming laugh echoes from the living room, where he's belting out off-key carols with his boss, totally oblivious to the tension that's been simmering all night between me and Marcus.