The Night Feeder Novels & Stories

That is a problem for tomorrow. “All done.” Heather gathered up all the dirty sheets and put them into a red biohazard bag. “If you need anything else, I’ll be around. Their next feeding is in two hours, so I’ll be back then.” “Perfect. Thank you.” Maddox shut the door behind her as the bag took two hands. I was exhausted. So when his hand touched my forehead, it surprised me. “Sleep, love. You need your rest,” He whispered and kissed my forehead.

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.

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

Not spiced caribou kidneys, that was an absolute operational certainty. "Yesterday," Piers initiated, lowering his fork. "What was the true data breakdown with the Nightfang Alpha?" I glanced at the line enforcer standing rigidly against the reinforced wall panel. "Pour my black stimulant brew, please, Tovin. We will handle the remaining nutrient distribution ourselves. I will trip the comm-link if your presence is required."

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.

The voices intensified as a beam of light lit up Jeremy on a higher stage. The rhythm he played started soft and slow but little by little the drums intensified. When the symbols crashed, a platform rose onto the stage with Kyung Jiho on it. Hae Mina grinned when she saw the white slivers light up under the black lights. On the back of Kyung Jiho's shirt was his name and on the arm was the Nightide emblem. The drum's symbols crashed and the next instrument joined. One by one, Nightide appeared on the stage with their parts. Hae Mina knew this was not her song to come in on because she had never been given a part.

“No, he just likes to tell us what to do, that’s how he became our leader. It’s almost sunrise, he should be up by now.” Dorek walked through the shattered halls of the miners building to where Preacher Jack’s private room was located. There was no door, just a sheet that hung covering the open door. Dorek announced himself and no one answered, then a voice called out from behind telling him that Preacher Jack was outside with the rest of the vampires, it was feeding day. “What’s feeding day?” Cara asked. “Let me show you,” Dorek said. He and Valeska led Bohdan and Cara back out the front door and saw that a large crowd of vampires had gathered by the north wall. At the top