Speaks The Nightbird Novels & Stories

The bird looks at him with sad eyes, and his hooting sounds like a cry. “Zog, what if you took the cage in the air?” “I can try, but they'll wake up from the noise. Besides, you have to take off this cloth, and the guard will raise the alarm.” While Lucifron was talking inside his mind, the bird turns to him, spreads his wings and sings a sad melody, and sets himself on fire. “What the fuck” – Lucifron says. “He really is a Phoenix. Wait, she will be reborn.”

Wilbur heaved a sigh of relief at the words, but Nightless Elder proceeded to say something that shocked him to his core. "You're the Night Demon, Wilbur." "What? I'm the Night Demon?" Wilbur pointed at himself with a shaking finger, unable to believe that he was the Night Demon. Nightless Elder said, "Yes, you heard that right. Did you forget what I said, Wilbur? The Night Demons appear every time darkness falls. The skies are now filled with dark clouds, covering the sun completely. That's a sign of the Night Demon's coming. You, Wilbur Penn, are the fifth Night Demon."

Almost immediately, something in her expression changed, as if she sensed there was still more. “But what else, Alex?” Her voice, soft yet urgent, reflected her cautious nature and her need to know everything—to understand. She couldn’t relax without the whole truth, no matter how terrifying it might be. Alex fell silent for a moment, staring at the ground as if the words were hard to say. Finally, he sighed and lifted his gaze, his seriousness making it clear that what he was about to say wasn’t something he had wanted to share. “Last night, I had an unexpected visitor,” he murmured, keeping his eyes fixed on Scarlett. “Zafira. The gorgon who tried to drown you.”

He allowed himself to cry quietly, just like he always did when he was alone at night and drunk. That night, the mighty Gideon Vesarius was drowning in tears as he listened to his daughter's painful cries. His tears flowed down his damp cheeks and carved a deep hole in his heart that only Lyzza, his precious wife, could heal. "Where are you, Lyzza? Come back to me, Strawberry... I beg you." **** "Lyzza, Mom is calling you!" She turned around as she heard Nida's familiar voice. The woman raised an eyebrow and scowled at her.

Would it have been better to listen to my mother and take a spineless man for a mate, rage alone, keep my power to myself? Who will answer these questions for me? The moon swells, reaches fullness. One by one the stars dim. I’m still staring when a voice moves through the night. “Did you see that?” I turn. The Old One—Moon-Speaker—stands behind me, eyes reflecting starlight. “Oh, Moon-Speaker. You saw it too?” She nods. “Why are you up?” The Moon-Speaker’s eyes narrow toward the horizon. “The air is heavy with impending danger,” she says softly. “They say sleep eludes only the troubled.”

He caressed her cheeks slowly like she would disappear if he applied pressure. He slowly moved his fingers to her lips. Her lips were pressed together in a thin line. He traced her lips with his fingers. He wanted to devour her lips but stopped himself from doing that. He wanted her wide and awake when he tongue-fucked her. “Good night, bambolotta,” he said and leaned down and placed a lingering kiss on her forehead. He turned around and exited the room, closing the door behind him. Her eyes fluttered open and the next thing she did was sneeze.

The white phoenix sat on her shoulder and rubbed its beak on her soft cheeks. Akshara caressed the white phoenix in her arms while she giggled at its actions of rubbing its beak over her neck. “Stop, Stop rubbing, where have you been? I spend my nights in loneliness expecting your company. Why you didn’t come to me? You know how much I worried.” The white phoenix in her embrace voiced, “You expecting me? It’s nice to be in your arms.” It shocked Akshara to hear the white phoenix voice, “Oh my god, you can talk in a male voice? Wait... what? Why are talking in Devil’s voice?”

He could sense that the bird was not alone, and that there were other spirits around them, waiting to strike. Nathan and his guards stood there, swords drawn, ready to defend themselves against whatever evil spirits were lurking in the darkness. They knew that they were in for a long and dangerous night. As the bird lunged and screeched towards them, the guards waited for Nathan's command to charge. Nathan observed the bird closely, trying to identify any distinguishing features that might reveal its origin or intent. The bird appeared to be a large, wild raven, its black feathers ruffled by the wind. It continued to screech and flap its wings, as if trying to intimidate the group.

So with that, I would like to invite you to come back here to the Supernatural Spa so you can find out what happens next. This is your Storyteller, The Diwata, saying good night and fare thee well. See you in your dreams.

"Stop. Did you feel that?" Raven hugged her own body. "Like... something is crawling on my skin." The floor of the hallway made a subtle cracking sound, like ice beginning to grow from within the stone. In the distance, the lights of the hanging torches slowly extinguished one by one, creating a layered darkness that moved closer. Valtorius grasped his wand. "He's awake..." "Who?" whispered Raven, her voice choked. "Something even the Last Watchers dare not mention. They call him... The Night Watcher."