The Sleepwalkers Novels & Stories

Olivia retorted sharply, turning to look at him, as her face was now scrunched up in confusion and anger. “Now you're trying to tell me, you don't remember walking into my room, and helping yourself on the bed?” “No way, I didn't do that. I'd never do that.” she defended. “Tsk, who would believe if they're being told that they sleep walk.” Morgan muttered, clearly audible for Olivia's hearing. Olivia snapped, knitting her brows deeper, that it could leave wrinkles on her face. “Sleep walk? But I don't sleep walk!” “Of course, a person who sleeps walk wouldn't know they sleep walk. It's kind of a sensitive topic, your parents might not even tell you.” Morgan said, looking pitifully at her.

But they didn’t understand. He was not a god. He was the fracture between memory and truth. He fed on silence. On secrets. And now, his influence had begun to seep outward, leaving a trail of void-eyed pilgrims across the shores and forests alike. Townspeople near Terrell whispered of “dream-walkers” standing outside their homes at night, murmuring fragments of other people’s lives. Children were waking with memories that weren’t theirs—fragments of the lost. The Seed was awakening everything.

His strong will to survive had vanished into thin air as guilt slowly swallowed his rationality. “I'm Zadkiel Mortel...” hiccup, “...a child killer...” hiccup, “...I don't deserve to be happy...” he murmured drunkenly as he proceeded to gulp the strong liquor clutched in between his hands. “I'm such a monster...” he murmured guiltily. His eyes blurred and he couldn't see anything around him clearly. He kept on chugging the wine endlessly until he finally had enough and passed out in his previous position.

My heart stopped dead in my chest, the heat in my blood instantly turning to pure ice. "Marcus?" Marcus slowly let my legs slide back down to the floor, his body shielding me as we both turned our heads toward the heavy metal door of the stairwell. Julian walked in on us, a slight smirk playing on his lips as his sharp eyes took in the disheveled state of my clothes and the guilt written all over Marcus's face. He leaned casually against the doorframe, crossing his arms. “Interesting,”

He looked up at me and spat out a chunk of the man, and nodded, ready to go. I walked on, opening doors to make sure they were clear as we passed, knowing Xander and Elias probably had Balista cornered in one of them. I kicked in a door to the left, and no one was there. "Clear!" A few wolves ran past, but Seven stayed on my flank. Gunfire, growling, shouts, and screams echoed off the walls in the warehouse as we made our way through. I kicked open a door to the right. Nothing. "Clear!" Then I came to another door across the hallway and heard voices. I kicked it open, and Xander and Elias were standing there nude, having just shifted, and Balista and Sasha were backed against the wall.

No doubt trying to see how strong our defenses are, they have broken through our borders. The assembled Nightwalkers were uneasy, their joy suddenly forgotten in the face of this new danger. Sebastian strained to keep his cool, his claws sinking into the ground as his teeth tightened. The lot of them are cowards and opportunists, he growled, his voice a thunderous rumbling that made my spine tingle. "They want to seize our vulnerable moment and plant the seeds of strife and disorder inside our ranks."

"Why did all of you do something so ridiculous when you knew how important the application was? Why did you fill out the application for community college instead?" "Where did you go yesterday?" "Is this how you repay us when we gave you a roof over your heads, clothed you, and fed you?" The teachers walking past them shook their heads and whispered among themselves, "This is the first time I've seen an entire class apply for community college just because of one girl."

I mean, I didn't need anyone reminding me how bad my position was. The sleepwalking started a few days later. The first time, I woke up in the hallway outside my room, barefoot and clutching one of the pillows from my bed. I had no memory of leaving. The second time, I found myself downstairs in the lounge, sitting on one of the leather sofas, staring at nothing. Tonight, I stopped right outside Owen's door. The guards were already there, blocking my path. "Hey you! You cannot be here," one of them said, his tone firm but uncertain.

The Hunger POV I did not sleep. Sleep is a surrender. I do not surrender. I withdrew. There is a distinction mortals never learn until too late. Sleep is absence. Retreat is calculation. I folded myself inward along the corpse of the third vein, compressing awareness into strata upon strata—thought layered over instinct, memory compressed into something sharp enough to cut with. I sank past collapsed sigils whose creators had once sworn they would last forever, past broken thrones grown brittle with irrelevance, past the architectural scars of civilizations that believed permanence was a birthright rather than a negotiation.

ALEXA I woke with a dull ache behind my eyes, the memory of last night's events replaying in my head. The most unsettling one was waking up to find myself standing in front of the vault with Killian. I had sleepwalked for the first time in a long time, only to end up there. Even my subconscious mind seemed to be under pressure. Killian hadn't said much. He'd quietly led me out of the vault I hadn't known existed. A part of me was worried that last night's sleepwalking would create a rift between us.