The Sleepwalkers Novels & Stories

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.

In any case, no one sees. "Why?" Tora asked him. "Nothing, similar to I saw someone passing towards the back. "expressed Haya while befuddled. "'Haist, come on we must go!" The Torah said so. Then, at that point, they chose to continue walking on the hairless walkway. Then they heard relief once more from inside the room they were passing through. They realized that no one was there, so they asked why they heard the chair grow. They clasped hands, as they could feel the viral air nearby. They took a gander at each other once more and flagged, and instantly ran.

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."

Instead, he grabbed my hand and sprinted toward the promenade of Lake Leman. We weren't alone. In the shadows of the tall, grey buildings, figures were emerging. They weren't soldiers. They were civilians—janitors, late-shift bakers, early-morning joggers. But they were all standing perfectly still, their heads tilted at the same unnatural angle, their eyes reflecting the pale blue glow of their handheld devices. "The sleepers," I breathed. "Marcus wasn't lying. They're waiting." "They're waiting for a command you haven't given yet," Julian said, his hand tightening on his weapon. "And we aren't staying to see what happens when someone else tries to hack the signal."

"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.

Lake asked immediately. "Sort of," I said slowly. "I saw shadows. Movement. But whenever I looked directly, there was nothing there. And at one point, I swear something vanished in smoke." Lake's expression went carefully blank in a way that suggested he knew exactly what I was describing. "A nightwalker," he said quietly. "A what?" "Nightwalkers," he repeated. "They're a type of supernatural that can manipulate shadows, travel through darkness. Andy used them sometimes as scouts or spies. They're almost impossible to track unless you know what you're looking for."