Speaks The Nightbird Novels & Stories

“Well, I am, thanks for asking.” “You're welcome. Are we there yet?” I ask again because I didn’t get a response the first time. “Actually, we are. Took me all night to reach here.” “Wait, it’s day now? I can’t really tell.” “Yes, Jacob it’s day. Birds don’t chirp like that at night.” “And people don’t talk so loudly when there’s someone sleeping next to them.” Winter spat kissing her teeth, Nikolai quickly muttered an apology and I say nothing.

With a steady breath, I meet their gazes, my resolve unwavering. “Let the Trials of Nightfall come,” I say, my voice firm. “We are bound by the ancient beings, gifted with abilities beyond mortal comprehension, and guided by Luna herself. We shall face whatever lies ahead and emerge victorious if our bond and the gifts we possess are truly stronger than any darkness that seeks to ensnare us.” Levi's eyes lock onto mine, his gaze steady and unyielding. “I suppose it's time to test those gifts then,” he says, a hint of mischief playing at the corners of his mouth. “Lead the way, Moonlit Guide.”

" I spoke something in hushed tones before driving, and he was in the driver's seat and was astonished. He appears to be Australian, and he most likely is ""I'm dead neto," he said, looking at his phone, and I laughed. "Why are you dead?" I asked, still smiling, as his eyes widened and he pointed at me. "What did you say?" he asked, still not believing what he was hearing. "I said why are you dead," I said, still smiling. "Can you delete the footage for me?" he asked, still not believing what I said. She's a jerk, and she deserves to be treated as such "While someone was tickling the phone, he did nothing but nod.

When she reached the window, it stopped tapping and tilted its head. "What do you want?" she asked, feeling silly talking to a bird. The raven opened its beak and spoke in a human voice. "He's coming for you." Amara stumbled backward, nearly falling. "What did you say?" "The grieving Alpha seeks your fire." The bird's voice was creaky but clear. "The rite is set. Your blood will bring back what was lost." Her hand flew to her chest where the blue fire of her power burned whenever she called it. "Dorian? Is that who you mean?"

He pressed the button again and she placed her hand on his jacket unconsciously as she whimpered. “When I speak to you, you respond.” He said with a stern look and Lily nodded. “Yes.” She replied. “Good. Now, Lilyana, let’s get this night over with.” He said and held her hand. He pressed the button again and she dipped her nails into his hand as she groaned. “Oops, my fingers slipped.” He said with a smirk on his face.

"I came because the Audit didn't just end in Aurelia. It’s ending everywhere. And the people who used to run the world are starting to realize that they don't know how to survive without it." As Beatrice spoke, a shadow passed over the plaza. We looked up. It wasn't a Zenith craft. It was a massive, white bird—a crane, its wingspan spanning thirty feet—circling the golden tree. But as it descended, I saw the glint of metal beneath its feathers. It wasn't a bird. It was a Bio-Drone, a living machine from a lab we had never found. The bird landed on the highest branch of the tree and opened its beak. It didn't chirp. It spoke in a voice that was eerily familiar—a voice that sounded like a reco

It drifted toward me, its presence so vast, so heavy, that the very air in the room felt thick enough to drown in. "The Vessel," the Speaker whispered, its voice not a sound, but a vibration directly inside my skull. It wasn't one voice; it was thousands, layered in a discordant harmony. "You have played with the sparks, little moth. Now, you shall be the fire." Silas stepped in front of me, his broadsword raised, his body coiled to spring. "Not while I draw breath." The Speaker flicked a hand.

He let his blood fall onto the pendant and into the bowl. He began to speak. "Adumbra per tenebras, Sanguinem ducit ad veritatem, Ostende nobis eum quem quaerimus." He spoke the words three times. The air became thick, and his vision changed. A dark mountain came into his mind, and its peak was lost in storm and snow. In its heart was a chamber that had been forgotten. There, a man was resting, and half of his face was burned. His skin was pale, and his lips were cracked while his limbs were stiff from years of sleep. He did not breathe, but he was not dead.

“Alright, My Girl…You are powerful so I will respect your choice for now. But listen to me well, should he or you turn back into the dark and begin again hurting those in this commune, I will come for you both.” I felt the sincerity in his words and knew a trickle of fear. “I won’t let him.” I forced strength into my tone. “Hope not.” He dropped my chin and turned away. Walking a few steps before my voice stopped him. “What is that bird?” I’d rarely seen any of the like. He lifted the one to smile fondly at it. “They’re Sentinels. They carry messages to me. This particular lad is one of my favorites. One of the oldest birds. His name is Lazarus.”

​Camryn had heard every single word of the treasonous plot. ​With a quiet ruffle of her dark feathers, the small bird launched herself off the trellis, spreading her wings as she soared into the night sky—speeding like a shadow back toward the dark canopy of Marston Forest to deliver her warning to the Púca King and to carry out his commands.