Speaks The Nightbird Novels & Stories

she said "What did the voice tell you?" I asked "Every action bears a brunt On the night of The Hunt When darkness begins to converge The Demon Wolf shall emerge" she said "Do you know what that means?" "Luna it's just a dream" "The Demon Wolf will come for you on the night of The Hunt and he will rip out your heart just like I witnessed" she said "Come on Luna....."

I took a step toward the balcony, my breath catching in my throat as I approached the bird. "Who's there?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. To my surprise, the raven tilted its head and spoke. "The void never forgets its children." The words echoed in the room, reverberating in my bones. I froze, my blood running cold as the raven’s gaze locked onto mine. It wasn’t just a bird. It was something more—something ancient, something powerful. Lucien, too, had risen from the bed, his eyes wide with confusion and unease. He stepped closer to me, his hand brushing mine in a rare moment of solidarity.

" ( Chuckles) well, tell me really what you want." " I already told you, I needed to hear your voice." " Alright, then you heard it, go and sleep now" " It seems you don't like hearing my voice." " (Smiles) don't speak nonsense." " So tell me the contrary." "...go and sleep Zack Torneur." " Well... You're chasing me. Goodnight angel." " Goodnight dictator ( chuckles) "

He stuttered. “Speak up then!” Dorian barked. “ I saw something last night, it wasn’t shaped like a wolf nor… was it shaped like human.” He said in a trembling voice. “It had this…silver eyes.” My pulse spiked. “silver eyes?” He nodded slowly. “When it turned towards me, I whispered something I didn’t quite understand.” “What did it say?” Malik asked softly The young soldier swallowed forcefully. “It said…the debt remains until the bleeding heart remembers.”

The raven flies overhead and caws like judgment. I caw back. It feels like freedom. And when I return to the longhouse, soaked and mud-streaked, Demian raises a brow. “Sparrow or storm today?” I grin. “Both.” And he doesn’t flinch. Just hands me a towel and says, “Good.” --- That Night In the circle, it’s my turn again. I don’t tell a story this time. I sing. Badly. Rough. Low. Old language. No rhythm.

My suspension has been temporally lifted, allowing me to pass through. “Invoco elementum terrae. Invoco elemuntum aeris,” I chant another with Evander. “Invoco elemuntum aqua. Invoco elemuntum ignis.” The empty space in the large tree flickers blue. Still holding my hand, Evander and I walk through, emerging into the Covenstead. It’s obvious right away shit is going down tonight. “Our entire coven is pissed about this,” he whispers to me, taking his hand from mine and wrapping it protectively around my shoulders.

“He talks?!” “’Course I talk,” the raven – Corvus, if memory served me right - snapped, his beak clattering as he spoke. He tilted his head, his glossy feathers catching the starlight, and I swear he was laughing. “All servants of Dikaios talk when we’re in his realm.”

Night. "What if you find your Mate?" I asked seriously. "Nothing will change. I am Night. I have many faces, from stormy night to serene night, but they all know that the only person for us is Hope." Night spoke so firmly, as if he knew there wasn't a Mate out there. "Hope is your Mate?" Erick. "No." Night replied and then smiled. "And yes. Our Mother does things we can't understand until the time is right." That answer made me realize that Night knew something, but couldn't or wouldn't speak. I took a deep breath.

Her tribid nature—witch, lycan, and vampire—coalesced within her, making the air around her thrum with energy. With a whispered incantation, Zyra extended her hand, and from the shadows of the room, a black bird materialized. Its feathers gleamed with an unnatural sheen, eyes sharp and intelligent. The bird flapped its wings once, sending a gust of wind through the room as it perched on the table beside the parchment. Zyra looked at the bird, her voice calm and authoritative. "Take this to the Nightshade pack. Leave it at their doorstep. Let them know this is only the beginning."

Daisy said taunting her. “I am just getting started little fairy.” The Sluagh fairy said with gritted teeth and started singing slowly: Lovely night has come to us, lovely night, soft and dark; the lovely night that ends a long and hard, weary day; so rest... Lay your body down, forget your life. Spiders of the night come, spin your silky webs. Spiders of the night come. Now, spiders of the night! Wrapped in your shroud, dead to the world. Come and infest on this ill-gotten soul that I presented to you.