Romans & histoires Two Names Of Night

The banquet ended past midnight. Luke sat in the front passenger seat of his Rolls-Royce, pressing his index finger against his temple. He had long, artist's fingers. The glow of the streetlights cast just the right shadow over his face, making his nose bridge more prominent. He looked like a sculpture straight out of a museum. "It's late now. The curfew would already be in effect by the time you return to your dorm."

When the woman stood up, Lilliane followed. She was hesitant to reveal her real name, but after realizing that this woman had agreed to let her stay in her home despite not knowing her, she decided to trust her with her name. “Lilliane,” she said softly as they made their way out of the church. “Lili,” the woman smiled warmly at her and extended her hand, “My name is Consuelo.” Lilliane accepted her hand. “Let’s go.” As they stepped outside the church doors, Lilliane gazed up at the clear blue sky. The sun was already high, and she felt that this marked the beginning of a new chapter in her life.

“You’re not making a deal with Lucas. You’re making one with me. And if you don’t, well, I hope you like cats.” “What do you want?” “First, you need to make a charitable donation to FONTA, anonymously, of course. We don’t want people thinking you went and did something nice.” The Friends of the Night Association, or FONTA for short, is an organization that promotes human-vampire relationships, both personal and professional. “And the size of the donation needs to be at least half of the amount you sold me for.” My father does his best not to recoil from the thought of doing anything to help FONTA. “What else?”

“Girl, you been all watchful lately. Asking about your skin, your body, acting brand new. I don’t need tarot cards to read these signs.” I couldn’t hold my grin. “Okay fine, maybe you’re right.” “Ha! So let me get this straight. Two stepbrothers in one night?” His voice shot up, dramatic as hell. I rolled my eyes. “Yes, JoJo. But nothing beats the last meat.” “Oh, spill baby,” he leaned back, rubbing his palms.

"Like the claimed wolf has a second source." Silence for a moment. The lantern moved slightly. "That would mean a dual bond formation," the woman said carefully. "That's extremely rare." "That's why I flagged it." "Who is the claimed student?" The lantern stopped moving. "Nightbane," the man said. The name hung in the cold night air between them and then dissolved into the dark, and I lay in the dirt of the medicinal garden and felt the word move through me like ice water through a cracked wall. "Kieran Nightbane," the woman said slowly, like she was tasting it. "Doran Nightbane's son."

I stare down at my second wrist as another set of silver letters slowly appears. Dominic. The clearing explodes with noise. “That’s impossible. “Two names? “She has two mates?” My heart starts racing as I look down at my wrists. Adriana and Dominic. Two names glowing against my skin. Two bonds pulling in different directions inside my chest. The elders stare at me in stunned silence while the crowd continues whispering around us. Kara pushes through the circle until she’s standing beside me, her eyes wide as she grabs my arm. “Luna… what does that mean?”

Too well. “Who are you?“ I snap, my voice surprises even me. They didn't answer immediately. Instead the first one lean forward and tilt my chin up, staring into my eyes. And I let him. Oh gracious…. His fingers though. “It’s Riven,” the one with the cigar say, his voice dropping lower. “And Rafe Nightmoor,” the other add, a slow smirk curling at the edge of his mouth. Bang. The names slams into me like a truck.

It had only sharpened its edges. NIGTBANE He would never make the mistake of calling me “king” to my face. Not now. Not with so much heavy and brittle around us. He’d call himself “alpha” before me if the old laws still mattered. But in the silence that lived between thunder and the soft rust of men settling, there was only a name I felt: Nightbane. I liked that when the wolves lay down and the fires dimmed.

The turbid breath exhaled in their slumber had the capacity to tear the fabric of the chaotic void, unveiling dreamlike cosmic chiliocosms. They were the progenitors of the extraterrestrial race, the alpha and omega of the enigmatic beings. Their names were Infernatur and Damnatur. To the uninitiated, and sometimes even to their own kind, it was widely believed that Infernatur and Damnatur were distinct entities. However, they were but facets of the same being.