Tales Of The Night King Novels & Stories

the journalist asked curiously. "Yes, it's called 'Tales of the Moonlit Grimoire'," Luna revealed with a smile, subtly bringing the interview to a close.

The floor was icy cold beneath his knees. Kael couldn’t move a single muscle as he stared at the portal; now closed as if it returned to its slumber. His eyes fixed steady. His only heartbeat challenged the sound of the howling chilly wind, slow but strong, pummeling against his chest. What just happened? He could hear voices echoing inside his head. Kael Denvorn, the King’s Guard, Protector of Ice Crown, and Divine Knight of Glacia, had failed once again. The biggest failure he had. The worst one.

“Then, is it fine if I seduce men whom you don’t abhor?” He didn’t reply, but he had released me. His face was expressionless again. I knew that he had his ‘poker’ mask on. I looked for Kaige Jin. He was gone. Only Dante and I were present in the garden. Then, I noticed that it was dark. “How did it turn into night?” I pointed at the moon. “That thing was the sun.” “The North Kingdom has an unpredictable cycle of day and night.” Dante told me calmly, “It’s time for dinner with the king and his bride.”

Said Dream Chaser clenching her fist under the table. “By the power of the Sage Council of Falusia, we swear you in as the new and first king of the… “Night nation.” Interrupted Dream Chaser. “Night nation.” Replied the Red Sage. “I here by sponsor you as king of the Night nation.” Said Dream Chaser.

The princess was dead. Elika snapped awake, her entire frame layered with sweat and blood as she lay in a pool of corpses, her mind crashing her into the blackness only moments after she had walked into the throne room. The recurring nightmare sat unsteady on the young immortals mind, knowing that she had experienced it before, waking in a cold sweat on one of the first nights she had been forced to endure with the dark lord. Though why had it returned now, and did it have something to do with the strange occurrences that were plaguing the five main realms?

She had given Nala a letter to be delivered to the king, stating the current situation in the golden city and left him a few instructions. ***** Prince Fazan glared at their retreating backs when his father and the princess were leaving. He was a bit surprised at their amiable attitude towards each other, they looked like friends who’d just gotten along well. “Do you like power that much?” He uttered to himself sneering. Most have left the courtyard already as he motioned for his chief knight and advisor to follow him. They proceeded to his chamber and Argon placed some folded documents on his desk. “These are the most recent news we have on Rendor, our moles did good in digging these pieces

“Now who is the fool? You confess to listening to the tales of slaves, who lament their long lost Queens and Kings?” Undaunted, Quintus said, “The nights here are as dull as a Sumerian artist’s imagination. I’ve heard that name during my service in this land, yes. Why would this Drust invoke it so? What did he say about Tancorix, boy?” Rufus answered meekly, “He didn’t talk of her in legend or the past tense, as you all say about the Queen of the ashes.” August closed his eyes, aware of what Drust had said, but didn’t share with the crowd. He didn’t want to face it.

a familiar voice teases. I look up and grin at Deb, taking in the familiar sight of her dark hair catching the light like chestnut, floral tattoos curling along her arms, and that sly smile that always knows more than it lets on. She slides me a chilled shot like she has been waiting for me to ask. "So, what is going on tonight?" I knock it back. "Why does it feel like freshman orientation in here?" "New Member Night," she says, sending another drink down the bar. "Discounts, nerves, fresh meat. Regulars get to shop, newbies get to sweat. And you would know all this if you ever read your damn emails."