Two Names Of Night Novels & Stories

“No.” “Do we run?” A slow, dangerous smile. Sirelia did not look at the glass, but through it, at the ruins of her dreams and the bones of old belief. “We remind her who she burned to get here.” And so history closed its eyes. In centuries to come, they would call it many things: The Night Without Stars. The Unmaking. The Final Refusal. But the Ashborn would never forget its real name. Seren’s Eclipse. The night the sky surrendered, and the world belonged, for the first time, not to gods or queens, but to itself.

I have also learned how they refer to each other. A person named Night is a twilight lyceum; this means protectors of the twilight and carries the virus to create other lyceums. Chanco means protectors of the night. The twilight is what they call the shadow realm. The shadow realm is the term given to the plane between day and night; it is a world within itself. The only way I can explain it is a dimension just outside of our reality.

I spoke, bringing out the rational part and saw Hope open her lips to say something, but closed them. "The strongest spirits have names that represent something, Sin, Night, Destruction, Water, Sun, Moon, Iron, Vengeance, among others." Hope spoke slowly, taking it all in bit by bit. She took a deep breath and shook her head lightly, trying to control those waves of anger and hatred. "Exactly, no matter the race. The spiritual part and their names are important to know how strong they will be." I completed and finally held her hand, saw her go rigid. "Nyx is the personification of the Night, but not only the Night."

he joked. “It means night or darkness,” she said. “Opposite of light or day. You’re day, I’m night. It’s like fate is telling us through our names that we can never be together. Night and day are always apart. When one comes, the other one leaves. Y-You’re peace, I am chaos. You’re perfect, I’m broken.” Tears started to well in her eyes at that moment and he wanted to touch her by her shoulder and pull her closer to him to console him, and maybe kiss her tears dry, but he was apprehensive that it would just drive her more away from him.

“Or… something older. A titan maybe.” The heartbloom pulses sharply, as if in agreement. “The Night did not rule. It did not judge. It endured. And from its stillness, others were born.” I read the next line aloud, my voice barely steady. “From Night came Dream and Terror, twins bound not by love, but by origin.” The room feels suddenly too small. “Nyxara and Nythene,” Kael says quietly. “They weren’t sisters because they chose to be,” I whisper. “They were… fragments.”

“In their castle beyond night Gather the Gods in Darkness, With darkness to pattern man’s fate. The colors of darkness are no monotonous hue- For the blackness of Evil knows various shades, Full many as Evil has names.” Karl Edward Wagner

Adam said gently. He was always like that. Adam never once messed with me. "Last night, you came to my room, opened the door, and took off my clothes, and you took off yours. We both enjoyed the night without me knowing that you were Adam. The lights were off so that I couldn't catch your reflection very well. I thought you were Gavin; I couldn't hear your sighs and whispers very well either. I might have. It felt different that night. But I didn't think much of it because, damn it, I enjoyed what you did to me," I said honestly. Adam was silent, and so was I. We faced each other in the room, remembering the sin we had committed.

If anyone was going to be suspected for being there that night, it would be Damien. Nate heard Damien draw in a sharp breath before walking into the hall with a rod-straight posture. He fell into his footsteps behind him. Inside were long tables placed in rows close to the three walls, chairs on either side, most of them occupied. In the centre, they constructed a ring inside which the action would happen later that night. The air was filled with chatters of the occupants, pretending to be decent humans when in truth they were far from that. To the worlds they were high-schoolers; teachers and priests—to him they were just another of his kind. As he walked across the length, Nate recognised

The heat in my body was getting worse, like I needed to unleash every frustration that had welled in my system. As the elevator took us up, I tried to keep my distance. Maybe it would bring me back to my senses before I finally take this big leap of faith. I got to his room, trying my best to control myself. “So,” he purred while still holding my hand. “Are we going to tell each other our real names?” ”No names.” I said. He nodded. “It’s just one night.” I stared at him, No regrets I’m making this up as I go along, I mean is there anything wrong having one night with a total stranger?

Barely looking, she tosses it my way and I field it before it hits the ground. Without a word, she turns and leaves. A minute later, it blinks dark. Touched a nerve? Who knows? I rub away a smudge of soil and bite into the potato. ***** The Wolves and the Nightshades... Gang names... ? 'Wolves' has masculine overtones, a touch of the machismo about it. I can see that as a gang name. But Nightshades? What gang calls itself Nightshades? Poison is a woman's weapon...