The Sleepwalkers Novels & Stories

Darlene joined her and they stood there silently watching the night unfold. “Hey!” She whispered, her voice, a faint whisper over the quiet peaceful night. Mrs. Walter turned her gaze to her, her sharp blue eyes staring at her see through night dress. Darlene moved closer closing the gap between them. “You're intruding,” she warned. Darlene stood and turned her gaze to the lawn below the hanging balcony. She sighed, then commented, “It's the third time, I'm beginning to suspect you're sleepwalking,” “Jesus! I'm not one of those, it's the seed of my own womb that troubles my miserable old life,” she responded, raising her crackling voice.

So much for a little while! "If you wanted to sleep with me so badly, you should have just said so," Kaleb said in a raspy yet sexy voice. “I knew you wanted my body, but I didn’t think you’d act so fast on your carnal desires.” Scarlett's mouth fell open, repeating his words silently, ‘Carnal desires?’ She frantically slid out of bed, her eyes searching for Liam and after seeing the boy was still fast asleep, she claimed, “I - I.” She gulped and resumed, “I sometimes sleepwalk.”

Fenros let out a low, rumbling growl "Nightwalkers." Lillian's stomach twisted. she had never seen them before, but their presence made her blood run cold, as if some long-buried instinct recognized them. The tallest of the creatures stepped forward, his armored form shifting. Unnaturally, like shadows woven into something almost human. "Lilliana of the moonborn your time has long since passed." Lillian's heart pounded "Who are You?" The Nightwalker tinted his head, amusement flicking in those souless eyes. "One who remembers what you should have never recalled."

Amber barked, her voice filled with disbelief and fury. My throat tightened. “Amber, calm down,” I whispered, though my voice shook. The noise stirred Zed. He sat up sluggishly, rubbing his eyes. “What’s going on?” he muttered, his voice hoarse from sleep. Then his gaze landed on me, then on Amber. His eyes widened instantly. “Amber—” “Get out,” she spat, her voice low but filled with venom. “Amber, I can explain. Let me just—”

Walkers were considered one of the weakest dregs of the Undead society. Just like Beastmen had star warriors, Undead also had their own hierarchy, and Walkers sat at the base of this hierarchy. Walkers were generally weak and could be defeated by even 1 Star Beastmen with little difficulty. They only became an issue when they attacked in large numbers. The cry of one Walker could attract the attention of ten more, and ten could attract the attention of a thousand more, and a thousand a million! Therein lay the strength of Walkers – the absolute ability to never be alone; yet this did nothing to change how they were looked at by both Beastmen and sentient Undead. To them, Walkers were disposa

The barrier separating people from the inhabitant of the night collapsed. Lesana stepped out of the safe circle into the darkness, reaching out to the man. Oh, how she longed to touch him! To snuggle up with your whole body, to inhale the smell, to feel the warmth emanating from the skin ... How long she had been waiting for him! Exactly him! Why do we need Meerut when there is a walker in the night opposite! Next to him, you can not be afraid of the dark, he will not give offense ... Thoughts were confused in my head, my mind was foggy, the attraction became stronger. The walker smiled carnivorously, but instead of approaching, he beckoned the victim, silently retreating into the thicket.

As the door swung open, he was greeted by the sight of Lily, standing there in a state between wakefulness and dreams. Confusion clouded Blake's mind as he observed Lily, her eyes glazed with sleep. Had she been trying to open his door? Uncertainty lingered in the air, but as he listened to her murmurs, his heart sank with realization. She was sleepwalking, her subconscious mind leading her on this nocturnal journey.

They crossed raging rivers on fallen logs, navigated through thick fog that obscured their path, and defended themselves against wild creatures that prowled the night. On the second night, as they camped beneath the stars, Marcus shared stories of his youth. "I have faced many enemies in my time," he said, staring into the fire. "Rogues, vampires, dark witches. But the Memory Walkers... they are different. They do not attack the body. They attack the mind. They steal who you are." "That is why we must succeed," Sophia said. "No one should have their memories stolen from them. Our memories make us who we are."

she said. Jenny then walked away without looking back, her hand in Jackson's, who looked so much like her first love. Most of the people around her were the type to suck up to the powerful and step on the weak. One word from Jenny, and they made sure every job I applied for fell apart. Even a beggar took pity on me and bought me a burger, but they crushed it under their feet. "That burger cost two-fifty. That's half a day's food allowance for you. You really know how to waste it."

Up to that point, it was all on the edge, even though I was almost red from embarrassment while the three of them were excited. “Wow… how far have you gone? If she hadn’t put limits on you, you’d have done a lot of stupid stuff,” Rodrigo joked. “How does a sleepwalker do all that?” “It’s not my fault. Besides, you know that my sleepwalking is a behavioral sleep disorder. That’s why it’s even more dangerous for me and for whoever’s dealing with me. Meaning, Aurora. Since she became my target.” “True. Especially since you started going after her instead of death. Naughty, huh?” Rodrigo teased, tapping my shoulder.