Novel & Cerita Speaks The Nightbird

“You’re sure?” “I was one of the first they brought out,” she says over the jostling bodies starting to bump into us as they turn to the balcony. “I swear I saw her. She’s okay–” A voice booms like the sky is being split–like a god is talking down at us, to the gathered spectators. I move to cover my ears on instinct, but the chains bite into my wrists, already rubbed raw. The fae male in his turquoise robes speaks in a language I can’t understand, but beneath his words, as if speaking through a megaphone, his voice changes, translated in real time to that ancient language of the Deadlands.

The twins said compassionately as they watched the eagle fly out of the cave to come rest on Hundzai's tomb. Night sauntered to the grave and placed his hand on the tombstone. He closed his eyes and a dark glittering light surrounded him and began to circle him. "What is he doing?" Alice whispered to Candy. "He is trying to go communicate with Hundzai's spirit and see what happened to him." Candy whispered back. Anthony, Hundzai's son stood behind Night and bowed his head reverently while Night muttered some words quietly. "Here." Night beckoned on all of them to come closer.

My breath shatters inside me; my heart sank into my stomach. “Felyndra….” The trees whispered. “Felyndra….” My head swirled around, and then I saw him, Nightbane. He was standing in the firelight, tall and still like a god forged from smoke and steel. His midnight eyes met mine, cold and unmoving. “Help me!” I screamed, but he didn’t move.

Somewhere in the night, overhead, August heard the squawk of a bird, a crow perhaps, maybe two. “You want to know?” The man wailed. “I will tell you! I will tell you all!” August listened to the man’s words as he spoke so furiously, spittle flew from between cracked lips in Latin. Rufus had fallen asleep at the feet of the opposite side of the tree, but awoke and joined August as the Pict spewed the words. August stepped backwards, reeling when the man’s tale was concluded. The man on the cross started to laugh.

These signs were called the three harbingers and the first sign just appeared last night. “A rabid beast that rattles, eh?” said Regina. “I suppose that’s the ancient’s way of referring to the talking nightspawn.” Regina sighed. If only the Moonlings and human still had their close communication with each other, then maybe the world have been a better place to play games. “The first harbinger. But a harbinger of what?” another officer asked. Sir Tanori was into deep thinking. One could tell immediately that a thought occurred in his mind when his eyes lit up.

Zafira Nightvale POV Bzzzz... "Ah! Darling, let my wrist go—your grip is too tight!" my mouth squeaks in a tiny, breathless gasp as I struggle to pull my hand from his giant, sleeping claws in the pitch black. My heart thumps like a wild rabbit against my ribs. In the dead of night, my fingers scramble to silence my vibrating communication token before the noise wakes his sleeping beast. I steal a quick glance at the glowing screen.

Until Lydia and Trevor are nothing but carcasses, may heaven and hell reject my soul. As my eyes began to close, I heard the howls of the nightingales. But I also heard something—a chant—and suddenly, a figure appeared, dressed in black.

My voice caught, and I dreaded him walking away. “Did I earn your phone number?” he asked. I smiled at him and patted his chest. “And a blow job,” I said before rattling off my number. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine with soft, languid kisses, savoring each second of connection. “I had a wonderful evening, Natasha.” “So did I.” The cab driver yelled out, asking if we were ready. Reluctantly we pulled apart. “Jenna, get that ankle looked at as soon as you can,” Richard said.

Shhhh, I think she can hear us. Who are these people and who are they talking about. As I stood there dumbfounded, a little Robin bird came and started flapping it's wings in front of me. And the most beautifully astonishing thing happened. She spoke to me and I heard her! How crazy is that? "Your highness, please turn back. There is danger lurking in front." Whoa! Incredible! I could not even bring myself to speak. Did that bird just talk to me?? I was dumbfounded but decided to talk back.

What challenges would we now face to learn the anchor of this nightmare? The goat creature stalked forward, one eye fixed on us while the other roamed independently in its malformed skull. It spoke in a terrible language that set my hackles rising. Beside me, Matteo let out a low snarl. His eyes had taken on a feral gleam that told of a battle soon to come. All around, the Nightcallers watched in hushed anticipation. I took a cautious step forward, ears pinned back, and replied in kind with a challenge of my own. My words were lost in the wind, but the meaning was clear.