Speaks The Nightbird Novels & Stories

*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.

' Night growled loudly, running into the forest, ready to eat, kill, and rip anything or anyone in his way. . #TBC

Liora demanded, her voice quivering. The figure's lips curled into a sinister smirk. "You may call me Nocturna. And dear guardians, you're too late." She held up an obsidian mirror, its surface rippling like liquid, revealing distorted visions of Meranthia's landscapes being engulfed in darkness and chaos.

“I promise.” The wolf’s eyes flickered again, the amber returning as it let out a pained howl. Vivi stepped back, her hand dropping as the Starfire dimmed. The creature collapsed, its breathing ragged, and Vivi turned to her mates, her green eyes wide and haunted. “It spoke,” she said, her voice trembling. “It asked for help.” Xander stepped forward, his ice-blue eyes sharp. “What else?” Vivi hesitated, her mind racing. “It said... ‘She’s coming.’”

After a few seconds, Sisi was panting and her mouth was open. Danika lifted her hand and the bird landed on her finger. It was flapping its wings as it balanced itself on her hand. Then the bird squeaked as Danika looked directly into it's eyes. It was speaking to her. Danika gasped and the bird flew away into the sky. "Oh no." Danika whispered. Sisi's eyes were back to normal and she looked so terrified. "Reapers" they both said in horror. With a breath, Serra shouts. "Reapers! Everyone go back inside!"

It chirped strangely, as if it were conversing with someone in the dark. "Hmmm… a celebration for the Priestess tomorrow?" "It appears that they forgot to invite me," said a mysterious voice hiding in the tower's darkness. The bird chirped again as a pair of hands appeared in the darkness, the bird-shaped origami perched on one of its fingers, with long, shiny, and sharp black nails. "Don't worry, I'll personally convey my warm greetings to our guest," it said as it approached the window, exposing a daring smile coming from its blood-colored lips. *********************

It settled around her shoulders, the length of it trailing on the ground behind her. Her lips were blood red, and when she parted her mouth to speak, her voice sounded dark but still ethereal, like an evil fairy. “Harlow Nightingale,” she said, or would it be more accurate to say she sang it? “At last we meet.” “Verina,” I said, not letting her see how nervous I was. My knee was beginning to shake a little so I shifted, hoping she wouldn’t notice. “Why are you in my forest?”

I struggled, clawing at the earth, but the weight pinning me down was immovable. “Going somewhere, Luna?” The nightstalker's voice dripped with cruel amusement. Hot tears burned my eyes. “No—please! Let me go!” He bared his teeth, the glint of fangs inches from my throat. My body trembled violently, every instinct screaming of death. Then— Snap. The sound cracked through the forest. The nightstalker froze. His body stiffened as footsteps echoed in the shadows. Someone emerged from the darkness. “Enough,” the voice said softly. “Not yet, my pets.”

a growl echoed out to me. The presence came closer, it was so close I could feel it's body heat. I felt lips touch my cheek, then it came closer to my ear and whispered, "Sangui el Sanquis krono esmerna fitabella Elizabetha Nightwalker." Then suddenly a hand touches my back and an intense pain courses through my veins. The presence growls deep, sounding so evil and souless. This pain was unbearable. My body was trying to get out of his grip, but every time I moved, it was too painful. He said it again, "Sangui el sanguis krono esmerna fitabella Elizabetha Nightwalker."

The moon above it was veiled, as if even the heavens refused to witness its ritual. A deep breath, slow and measured. It raised one hand, fingers long and skeletal, lined with silver markings that shimmered faintly. With a flick, it whispered something in a language not spoken for a thousand years—“Invoco noctem corvus.” A gust of cold wind cut through the woods, scattering leaves in spirals. Then came the sound—a fluttering, slow at first, then loud and rhythmic, like thunder in disguise. From the shadowed sky descended a crow, its feathers a sheen of obsidian and ink, eyes burning with something too intelligent to be natural. It circled once before landing before the figure, wings folding