Speaks The Nightbird Novels & Stories

"Then so be it. I will not be their pawn, though. Not yours, not Revan's, not the Council's. Revan's jaw tightened. Then he nodded slowly. We then battle alongside you. The courtyard was pandemonium. Shadows danced in unnatural ways, stone walls were licked by flames, and council guards shouted. A tall man came forward. Though his face was obscured, his voice sent shivers down my spine. Lora from the Black Moon. I stayed still. Who wants to know? "I am Nightbane. Herald of the Void. And I have come for your child." Revan stepped forward. "You’ll have to go through me." "Gladly." Darkborn soldiers moved forward. Revan and Jordan plunged into the battle. Claws, fangs, flames.

Damien's POV The call came in just after sunrise, cutting through the fragile peace of early morning like a blade. My phone buzzed relentlessly on the nightstand, the vibration rattling against the wood in a way that immediately set my nerves on edge. I groaned, my body heavy with the kind of exhaustion that comes from too many late nights spent poring over contracts and board proposals. Reaching for it blindly, squinting against the pale light filtering through the curtains, I saw the caller ID: "Head Butler – Knight Estate".

My wings throbbed with protest after the long flight—each feather pulsing with dull ache. “I won’t cast another spell on you,” I said, glancing at Sadira. “I won’t force you. But I need to rest. Otherwise neither of us will make it to the Nest.” “Then find somewhere that isn’t a treetop,” she shot back. “And give me ten minutes. I promise I’ll wake you before your demon wakes up for you.” “My demon’s already awake,” I muttered, catching her gaze over my shoulder. “Ten minutes. No more.”

Fingers tightening around her dagger, she braced to strike the moment he leaned in. But then—suddenly—the demons vanished with a single sweep of wings. Amber’s eyes widened. Adrenaline surged through her, giving her the strength to run with the others up the stairs. In the courtyard, Darius stood drenched in blood, his voice booming in an ancient tongue: “Creaturae noctis, discedite et numquam ad has terras redite, alioquin iram meam in vos sentietis!” Camilla’s eyes widened. “He told them to leave—and never come back.”

“Speak it only once at night, To light the ghost and call the fight.” She whispered: “Light the ghost…” Her voice caught. “Ghostlight,” she said. “It’s a trigger word.” Dorian stepped forward. “Say it again. Full phrase.” Isolde placed her hand on the case. Closed her eyes. And spoke clearly, evenly: “Speak it only once at night, To light the ghost and call the fight.” “Ghostlight.” A click. Then another. With a soft mechanical hiss, the case unlocked not with a dramatic flare, but a tired groan. A lid lifted. Inside, lined in black velvet…

At the moment it split, a golden bird emerged with a sharp, melodious cry. “It’s a Phoenix! This is the true Phoenix!” Ignis exclaimed with excitement. His words caught everyone’s attention. As the Phoenix was the king of birds, all must bow before it. Except for Ignis, Lucian, and myself, everyone else knelt in unison, chanting, “Welcome, Your Majesty!” The cheers grew louder and more enthusiastic. My little Phoenix fluttered around the room for a few moments before gently landing in front of me. When it settled into my arms, it transformed into a human-shaped infant. Feeling my warmth, it yawned and fell into a deep sleep.

"High Alpha Nightbane, did your rune stone log the audio vibrations when that rogue blood hunter called your private frequency?" Lucien Nightbane doesn't flinch. His broad, muscular shoulders remain rigid as he stares straight out the carriage window into the bleak darkness of Nightfall Haven. "Every sound was locked into the crimson core," he answers, his voice thick with a deadly, quiet calm. "My scrying stones preserve all vocal frequencies for pack security."

she said and I watched as her body slowly turned translucent until it was completely transparent and she faded into thin air like she never existed. “Wait!” I shouted, but it was too late. All the furnished items and the wallpaper started to darken and soon enough I found myself back in the same place. The portrait stood against the wall filled with spiderwebs and there was utter silence. “How am I supposed to communicate with a crow?” I looked at Malphus who croaked as if offended by my calling him a crow. I sighed, “Sorry, a raven.” How was I supposed to talk to a raven and save Dominic? ************************************

This aura contained an extremely corrosive ability, so much so that even the void was corroded. “Hey, kid.” A voice came. Taken aback, James immediately turned around. A red bird appeared in his view. It was the bird from before that disappeared after chirping a few times. James stared at the bird cautiously and asked, “A-Are you talking to me?” The bird spoke in a commanding voice, “Who else, you dimwit?” “A-Are you a Gorger?” James asked.

*Scree* The large flaming bird called out once again, and Selina's body broke free of Frederick's power and slowly traveled to it. Frederick's destructive energy faded after the screech as he seemingly understood something. "I see," he mumbled. While he had no understanding of how he was able to communicate with a fireclad bird in beast tongue, it wasn't the issue to dwell upon right now. *Scree* "Then I leave it to you, old friend," Frederick watched with great emotion was the flaming bird screeched one last time before disappearing - with Selina.