Speaks The Nightbird Novels & Stories

She tilted her head, looking at Liana with a relaxed, casual curiosity in her dark eyes. ​"So..." Nina started, a subtle smirk playing on her lips. " what really happened last night? Who did you spend the night with?" ​Liana was mid-bite, and the question made her choke instantly. She coughed into her napkin, her eyes watering as she scrambled to grab her glass of water and take a quick gulp. ​"omg Nina! Its not what you think!" Liana stammered, setting the glass back down. "Oh yeah?" Nina smirtked smugly "then tell me where you went last night".

I whispered. I stared long into the city, just the beautiful wonder of the world. How wonderful, the weather was quite cold but not cold enough for me to freeze in my bed all day. I took in a deep breathe with s smile plastered on my face. “My first night here was wonderful!” I voiced to the bird like I would to a normal human being “Do you know where I'm coming from, I guess birds here are quite understanding?”.I voiced again with the bird trying to look at where the voice was coming from.

When Esmeralda said that, she felt a few piercing eyes meeting hers. They belonged to the nine silver dragons and the seven-colored bird. They had discovered her existence. “An aborigine!” The seven-colored bird spoke in human language. Immediately afterward, it spat a streak of blade aura that viciously slashed down at Esmeralda. Esmeralda’s pupils constricted slightly, but she did not have other reactions. On the other hand, Cedric and the few guards next to him screamed anxiously.

"There's nothing worth talking about us..." "W-what?" Jasper asked with a scowl. I smiled. "Because there's nothing to say..." I watched Jasper's reaction. "I-I want to sleep." I laid down on the bed and turned my back on him. A few seconds had passed when I felt the bed move. The slow sound of footsteps going away and the opening of the window.

"Did you know that dullahans have literal nightmares as steeds? As in the levitating spectral demon horses usually only commanded by the King of Dreams?" I stood up, making a shot for the garbage can with my cup. It bounced off the rim and scared a stray tabby cat. Well if that wasn't a metaphor for this conversation, I don't know what was. "Because I sure as hell didn't when I'd asked him to take me home!" Fun fact: Nightmares are actually very sweet once you get past the teeth. Not so fun fact: They like sudden drops when flying. "Promise. Details," Noelle threatened with a current of magenta magic sparking at her fingers. "Now!"

A guttural snarl rips from his throat as he throws all three of us off like we weigh nothing. Aven hits the ground hard with a grunt. Edgar whips toward her instantly. Predator. Target locked. “No!” I shout. He launches. Before he can reach her, Sybil steps forward. Her voice cuts through the clearing like a blade. “Dormire.” The word vibrates through the air. Not loud. But powerful. The ground beneath our feet hums. For a split second, silver light flares around Sybil’s hands. It spirals outward like threads of moonlight weaving through the night air.

The banquet ended past midnight. Luke sat in the front passenger seat of his Rolls-Royce, pressing his index finger against his temple. He had long, artist's fingers. The glow of the streetlights cast just the right shadow over his face, making his nose bridge more prominent. He looked like a sculpture straight out of a museum. "It's late now. The curfew would already be in effect by the time you return to your dorm."

but here was her fur in her silence. “We're getting close to the scene,” Garrick, my Gamma voice cut through the tense air. “The scout also told me of him seeing something strange near the Nightclaw route.” “It's all good.” I said finally. “We will get to the root of this all by the help of.the Moon goddess.” I prayed.

“Chosen One, to claim your path, you must answer my riddle: ‘In the still of the night, I hold the key, Whispers of truth, just listen to me. I fly without wings, I cry without eyes, Whenever I go, darkness flies. What am I?’” Damien furrowed his brow, the riddle echoing in his mind. The others watched, their expressions a mixture of anticipation and concern. “It’s a tough one,” Claud murmured. “Take your time.” Damien thought about it, pacing slowly. He recalled the way the night felt, the mysteries it held. “It’s…” he began, uncertainty clouding his mind. “Could it be… a star?”

Night said seductively. I looked down and saw his private part had hardened, and it was humongous. I yanked my hand back in embarrassment, and I heard him chuckle. Suddenly I realized something odd. “You can talk?” I asked in surprise. “Yes, we can talk in this form, and we can switch personalities, too,” he said before his eyes turned black. If he looked mesmerizing with golden eyes, now he looked dangerous yet still magnetic. “You both look beautiful whether you are Night or Kyson..” I gushed.