The Night Feeder Novels & Stories

She says to us. “Except for the cameras everywhere.” I say, looking at her. I’ve noticed a couple of things in my short time here. The ‘feeders’ as they are called, all wear next to nothing or if they are dressed, their necks and chest are bare, making it easy for the vampires to access the veins and arteries on their necks and chests. The woman looks embarrassed as she looks away. “Well, they can’t be too careful, can they. After all if most humans knew about them, they’d be killed.”

One of them earned my attention—his green eyes and brown hair that reminded me of chocolate—the same man who had carried me before. “Are you going with us?” I questioned Cora. “Of course not.” She chuckled "Do we have to venture out at night? That's when the Nightingales are most active," the macho man remarked, his tone scornful. "That's when we can gather Scordic plants. There's a luminescent insect that only appears at night, leading us to the plants," I explained. "Without them, the plants are nearly impossible to find." "Let's not waste time. We should get moving," I suggested.

They moved like ghosts. The drone circled above, a mosquito hum cutting lazy arcs across the night. The blind they’d carved into the feeds still held, thin as paper, but it wouldn’t last. Thirty seconds—maybe forty—was all the sky would give them. Ethan’s watch ticked down the margin with a pulse only he heard.

Haden Panther Tower looked like it had been wiped down twice already and it was barely past six. Glasses neatly packed on the table. Food placed neatly everywhere. Benches set in rows like ranks. Screens on the far wall scrolled night-shift logs no one at our table was reading. The smell was eggs, toast, and that strong bitter coffee the panthers and humans loved. We were still here. Another night without a clean lead. Two fox shifters on a slab. Rafe in cold storage. A kid sleeping two floors down because her parents were left in a cave. And a mark burned behind a vent plate like it was a freaking Armageddon.

"The barn. Alright. That doesn't sound too bad. Tell me, what animal am I working with? A goat? Sheep? or a cow?" The dhampire tsked at her ignorance, "not that kind of barn. Here, feeders are placed in a place called 'the barn'." "Wait. Hold up, feeders? As in human blood bags for vampires?!" She exclaimed. "Yes. If you're kept as a feeder, it'll not only lead to your eventual demise, it also tampers with your sanity. Even powerful hunters cannot bear the bite of an elder vampire." It was a fate far worse than death for any hunter.

DAWN. “I'm glad that you decided to stay.” Minerva grins at me and I politely return the smile as the small girl runs towards me, almost making me trip, but I'm quick to retake my ground and clutch her in my arms, taking her up in the air. “How are you doing Emily?” I kiss her hair, and she giggles before wrapping her small arms around my neck, mimicking me and kissing my hair just like I did to hers. It's night already and Ryder said we could just stay here since his Dad wants us to stay here for the night anyways which I agreed to, knowing it will be only the two of us at home if we go back, with him disappearing through the night and only returning around dawn.

"Nobody's, I don't feed on humans. I feed on the predators themselves and animals. Like this here is from a goat." "Is it nice?" Naomi asked. "Here," she stretched the glass to her. "Have a taste." She hastily collected and drank down to the last drop. "Eww," Jeremy grimaced disgustingly. "May I have more?" She requested simpering avidly. At night, Julian sat on the roof observing an image in a piece of picture. And just a while later Jeremy joined him coming up from within. So Julian quickly hid the picture in his jacket facing him. "Hey, what are you doing up here?" Julian asked.

This was the first time they were doing intensive night-training, something that Feathermist had admitted was a good idea. The gray and white she-cat had explained to everyone that night-training was a good way of seeing which apprentice needed work on honing in on their fighting skills. Flamepaw's ears flattened in embarrassment when he saw just how behind he was compared to everyone else. Even Shrewpaw and Lilypaw seemed to have a better grasp at battling in the darkness than he did.

They both seemed really happy and close, and that somehow did something to me that I can’t explain. They look like she even has a bond deeper with my mom than I have with her. A part of me loved what I saw and wanted it to be forever. But the other part reminded me that this was only a contract that would end in a few months. “What are you standing there looking at? Come over here and feed your wife yourself. I’ve been doing all the work since we got here.” My mom let out while Lyra rolled her eyes like she was shy. I moved closer, got the food from her and started feeding her. She ate gently while we both stared at each other. It felt like she was searching my eyes for some answers but I do

And in a city where giants walked, mortals trembled. By the fifth night in the storage facility, Rico could barely stand. His knees buckled when he tried, his stomach growled so loudly he feared it would give him away if anyone was near. His head spun with feverish thoughts, and in his half-dreams he saw the three men as wolves, circling him, each with different eyes—love, respect, ambition—but all hungry. In one moment of weakness, he almost called out. Almost let his voice echo into the city, begging one of them to find him, to save him from this endless suffering.