The Sleepwalkers Novels & Stories

“I stole this in the thrift store.” “Since when did you learn to steal?” Alpha Lachlan took the apparel. “Just few minutes ago.” He attempted to make it sound funny. “And you will know why as we walk towards our accomodation.” Sebastian raised his brow. “I’m to exhausted to think nor guess. Can we just go there already and nursed Nyx’s wounds?” Everyone agreed to start moving their feet. They walked on the menacing stares laid upon the gangsters teeming on the murkiness of the streets. One gangster that is holding a silver-colored baseball bat has blocked their way.

“The east barricade’s gone! The council’s guard just opened it for him — they’re letting the shades in!” Mirielle, breathless, clutched a bundle of scrolls close to her chest. “Not shades — sleepwalkers. The Sleepless One’s influence has spread through the dreamline. They’re— they’re people, Sera. Ordinary citizens bound in his curse.” Saraphina’s stomach twisted. “Malrec’s turned the city itself into his army.” Lucian drew his blade, the metal thrumming with faint violet veins. “Then we end this before the whole city falls asleep forever.”

Rosh replied. I looked around and Rosh was right, this is not my room. "How did I end up here? Did you bring me here?" I asked him. "You walked here on your own. I did carry you to your room but you always come back here!" Rosh explained in an irritated way. "Did I walk in my sleep?" I asked him. "Yes, now you are completely awake, would you leave my room now!" Rosh replied and ordered me to leave. I can't believe I walk in my sleep. Did my body's exhaustion trigger a sleepwalk condition? And why did my feet go to Rosh's room? That's a mystery.

She got home and everything continued as usual but her mom came home late which meant no dinner. Eva woke up late in the night. She got out of bed, feeling groggy and her mouth parched. She came down to grab some water. She came down the stairs, zoning in and out of sleep,just to see a plate of food in the middle of the dinning table. Her sleepiness vanished, her parched mouth drooled with saliva and her stomach rumbled. She was starving. She steppes forward. The world around her had vanished. She was like a sailor, smitten by the song and beauty of a siren. Her hand had almost grasped the spoon when she remembered the words that were written in her book.

Haven't opened my eyes yet,Fiona felt pain in the whole body, neck pain, arm pain, waist pain, discomfort everywhere. When I opened my eyes, I met a black figure, Fiona. He was so scared that he shrank back, his head hit the wall, making a very loud sound. Wheelchair backwards,Paul Henry looked at her: "Why are you sleeping here?" "Yes?"Fiona rubbed his head to get up, because his legs were numb, he was a little wobbly, it was very difficult to stand up, the tip of his tongue began to slur again, "... Yes, maybe I am sleepwalking..."

Sleep was a country Sabatine Stalker had been deported from. It had revoked his visa years ago, on a dusty, blood-soaked road outside a city that didn’t exist on any public map. Since then, he’d only been granted brief, fraught tourist passes—shallow zones of grey static haunted by the faces of the dead.

I pressed. Todd's expression became even more grave. "There is one thing that is critically important. These new nightwalkers are fundamentally different from the old ones. They are almost like a new breed entirely. A different species, if you will." One of the younger Alphas who had been mostly silent spoke up. "Are you suggesting the nightwalkers are reproducing? Giving birth to these new ones?" "No," Todd stated firmly. "That is entirely impossible. Nightwalkers do not reproduce biologically. They operate on a system of possession and corruption."

She waited fifteen minutes for anyone to pass by, but when no vehicle or human was forthcoming, she began to kick violently at the gate. She used a huge stone to break the first lock and while she did this, the dogs began to come closer and began to bark. Juana was stupefied. These dogs could bark after all. She continued to kick the gate and knock the second padlock with a sharp stone and a sharp object she found on the ground. She had to enter before the dogs got to her but the lock was new and stubborn, unlike the first. It wouldn't budge. The barking got louder. She could see the dogs coming and it was then she saw why the barking got louder. Four tough-looking giant dogs had joined the

Bella whispered urgently as she gently shook me awake. I looked over at the bedside clock as I sat up and saw that it was only a little after 6 am. "What's going on?" I asked, wiping the sleep from my eyes, noticing Bella looked scared. "I think someone is trying to break into the house" we both jumped as we heard a squeak on the stairs. We had crept into this house after her parent's curfew enough times to know that someone was on the third step. I quietly got out the bed, motioning Bella to do the same. I pushed her into her walk-in closet. At the same time, I grabbed her old baseball bat, which had never been used, a gift from her poor dad. He was desperate for a boy and tried to get us b

The consequences could be dire, even fatal. But I cannot stand by and allow her to plunge over the cliff’s edge. I must take action. “Hey, little one, why are you crying?” I recall something about communicating with sleepwalkers in their dream state. Her piercing cry fills the vast expanse of the night sky, and she mumbles something incoherent. It eludes my understanding. “Be careful, this way,” I attempt a different approach, yet she continues to walk, oblivious to my words. If only I knew the contents of her dreams, perhaps then I could aid her.