Voice Of The Night Novels & Stories

The sound was more like a military command than an animal’s call. In the middle of that circle of trees, a young man stood tall. His shoulders were squared even though his chest still heaved from the aftermath of battle. His black hair was a mess, sweat glistened on his temple, and his eyes—burning gold beneath the moonlight—swept across the scattered bodies of his fallen enemies. This was Kaelan Viero, rightful heir of the Nightbane Alpha. But that night, victory didn’t feel like victory.

"Then so be it. I will not be their pawn, though. Not yours, not Revan's, not the Council's. Revan's jaw tightened. Then he nodded slowly. We then battle alongside you. The courtyard was pandemonium. Shadows danced in unnatural ways, stone walls were licked by flames, and council guards shouted. A tall man came forward. Though his face was obscured, his voice sent shivers down my spine. Lora from the Black Moon. I stayed still. Who wants to know? "I am Nightbane. Herald of the Void. And I have come for your child." Revan stepped forward. "You’ll have to go through me." "Gladly." Darkborn soldiers moved forward. Revan and Jordan plunged into the battle. Claws, fangs, flames.

Dragon! “No, my soft little human.” My eyebrows shoot up, and I hear his voice. Even if I’ve listened to Fury´s beast voice through Toke, this was nothing like it. Dragging the words, a slight rolling of the ending of each word while a rumbling sound followed. No, not really, a vibrating lowkey growl hiding behind his voice, almost echoing it, and goosebumps erupted up my arms. “ Atlas Nocte Analecta, that is my name, little woman. “

He moved up to the door and squinted out into the night. August looked out at the towering creature with black fur, which didn’t look their way, as Rufus slowly mouthed the words, “He is.”

Scarlett nodded, feeling uncertainty grow inside her. The next morning, as everyone woke up and the sun barely lit the camp, Alex had already made a decision: he had to protect Scarlett no matter what. What happened the night before hadn’t been an accident. The gorgon who had almost drowned Scarlett was a princess of the lake, and although Alex still didn’t understand why she had attacked her, he knew there had to be a reason—and he had to find out. And that meant that, at last, he would have to tell Scarlett the truth about the supernatural world… and about who had attacked her the night before. Scarlett stepped out of her tent with Leslie, feeling the morning chill on her skin. At that ver

I said. I didn't use my human voice. I unleashed the full, terrifying dual-frequency of the Luna Voice. The sonic shockwave hit the Blood Moon front lines like a physical blow. Several of Kaelen’s massive enforcers cried out in pain, dropping to their knees on the ice, desperately clapping their hands over their bleeding ears. "You threw me into the Rogue Woods to die," my voice boomed, vibrating through the frozen valley, forcing the eight hundred standard wolves on the far bank to cower and whimper in sudden, agonizing submission. "You called me an evolutionary mistake."

I struggled, clawing at the earth, but the weight pinning me down was immovable. “Going somewhere, Luna?” The nightstalker's voice dripped with cruel amusement. Hot tears burned my eyes. “No—please! Let me go!” He bared his teeth, the glint of fangs inches from my throat. My body trembled violently, every instinct screaming of death. Then— Snap. The sound cracked through the forest. The nightstalker froze. His body stiffened as footsteps echoed in the shadows. Someone emerged from the darkness. “Enough,” the voice said softly. “Not yet, my pets.”

I finally succumbed to nature's hand after severe begging from Aren and Ana and Ana petting me to sleep. In the dead of night, a haunting voice pierced through the silence, calling out my name. My eyes shot open, my heart racing with a mix of fear and curiosity. Was it a dream or a sinister reality? The voice seemed to seep into my very core, pulling me towards something I couldn't quite comprehend.

She was glowing white, the same white that my blood held. ‘You may speak with me Viola.’ Her soft voice rumbled in my mind and I whimpered. It was the voice I heard when I had blacked out after my first vampire kills. ‘Who are you?’ She looked at me knowingly. ‘You already know this answer, daughter.’ I whimpered again as I crept forward a bit more. I couldn’t help but want to be near her, the Night Goddess in the flesh. It was unheard of. ‘Why are you here?’

“What… what are you?” Liora’s voice was calm and heavy with divine resonance. “I am the chosen one — the daughter of the moon.” She raised her head and howled. The sound was unlike any other — a long, haunting cry that made even the stars seem to shiver. The silver light burst outward in waves, sweeping across the battlefield. The Nightfang wolves howled in pain as the light touched them, their dark energy burning away like mist under sunlight. Theodore roared in fury and lunged again, but this time, Liora met him midair. Their bodies collided in a storm of silver and black, magic and rage.