Speaks The Nightbird Novels & Stories

A massive raven dropped out of the gray sky, landing on the outer stone ledge just below the window opening. Its black, curved talons scraped against the wet rock while it cocked its head toward the interior of the passage, its obsidian eye catching the final, dying gleam of twilight. My wolf acknowledged the creature, dismissed it as neither food nor a threat, and categorized it as just another silent spectator to our secrets. Elias tracked my gaze down to the bird. “Do you remember the last thing Samuel said before he left Northstar?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave. My palm flattened against the rough limestone sill.

Matter of fact, she is sure she will be next. The man has cold dead eyes, blacker than the night. He stares right at her and aims the gun. Before the end, all she hears is the owl hooting from the nearby tree and the cracking sound of her skull.

The tone of her voice made me uneasy and scared. “Let’s go.” Iditan said, waiting for me to step into the portal. She would not look into my eyes, making me finally determine that something was definitely up. I morphed without warning and took to the air towards the mountains fast, ignoring Iditan as she shouted and called for me. The sight that met my eyes as I arrived on the mountains was a group of nighthawks and the other witchlords standing before a figure bound tightly in some kind of chains and struggling hard against his bounds.

Adaline Point of View "Invocatio cadaveris, voco to ex umbrea Spirite revixisti, in mea voce clamea Ut brevi tempore, cum te loqui queam Agnoscas vocem meam, tu iubere nequeam." "You called?" I hear and scream, but relax a little when I see it's Wilder. "What do you want?" I snap, focusing on the symbols on the table, and the corpse of the bird, which laid as dead as before, no fucking changes.

So tired that I just wanted to sleep for eternity. The steam was filling the room in a wet cloud. I morphed the clouds into animals having them float around the room. I smiled as a raven swooped around made just of clouds. Such a beautiful bird it was... A knock sounded from the door. I closed my eyes not moving to open it. “Valerie open the door or I am coming in.” Justin spoke. My mind was elsewhere. I would probably never leave this castle. Jumping out the window may be better than fighting against fate. If I was lucky the wind would catch me and bring me far away to safety. Far far away.

"Amor." • • • THE SOUND of the leaves brushing past each other engulfed the whole place as the scenery filled the surroundings with nothing but a pitch black night sky and the dull white color of a full moon. The night had just started, and at exactly twelve o'clock in the morning, the sound of digging could be heard from miles away. "Theodora Althea Corazon Sibal." A baritone voice speaks in a slow, emphasized manner. His hands were wrapped around a shovel; he was dressed in a white polo shirt and dirty black pants from the soiled, muddy ground.

Quipping spatial detection, it comes like an infrared vision, outlining inky black twisted bodes and harsh evil whisperings. Darklings are incorrigible beings with no ability to learn speech, but over time dwelling in the land of the living, they’ve formed a distinct language of their own. “What is it? You look scary all of a sudden” Ashton joins me mid-air and without taking my eyes off the shimmering river alight by the light of the crescent moon, I answer in a grave voice, “Those Rejects are attempting to cross beneath the river and into our territory. Prepare to annihilate them”.

“Don’t leave… I can hear you…” Damon stiffened. “This again?” “She isn’t imagining it,” I whispered. “Something is speaking to her.” Damon leaned in closer. “Lyra,” he whispered gently. “Moonfire, can you hear me?” Her eyelids fluttered but didn’t open. “It’s okay, Papa… they’re nice…” Damon’s jaw clenched. “They?” Lyra nodded faintly. “The moon spirits… they talk when the room is quiet.” My breath caught. Damon looked at me sharply.

she said with a stutter earning a nod from Leonard who turned backwards walking into the deeper parts of the forest "Wait your shirt?." she yelled out however the figure she questioned was long gone, his silhouette out of sight as he had suddenly apparated, tonight was simply the craziest and unbelievable night she had ever experienced, it was a night she discovered the existence of the mythical creatures of the night, the giant wolves, the Lycanthropes

the male voice says, instructing someone to pick me up. "She is waiting for her. It is time to die, Fallon," the voice says. I feel a fingernail touch my face, and then I feel something touch my hip. "Night, Night," the voice says.