Voice Of The Night Novels & Stories

Damien's POV The call came in just after sunrise, cutting through the fragile peace of early morning like a blade. My phone buzzed relentlessly on the nightstand, the vibration rattling against the wood in a way that immediately set my nerves on edge. I groaned, my body heavy with the kind of exhaustion that comes from too many late nights spent poring over contracts and board proposals. Reaching for it blindly, squinting against the pale light filtering through the curtains, I saw the caller ID: "Head Butler – Knight Estate".

As their struggles weakened and their bodies went limp, he fed deeply, savoring the rush of blood—a grim reminder of his own impending doom. Hours later, Damien stood in the aftermath of his actions, the weight of his sins pressing heavily upon him. Yet, even as guilt gnawed at him, he knew that darkness was all he had left. He was a creature of the night, bound to his fate, and haunted by every choice he had ever made. "You shouldn't have been here," he growled, voice barely a whisper in the cold night air. "I'm sorry." He stared at the bodies before him, the regret momentarily overtaking him. "I am what I am," he murmured. "A creature of the night. And in the shadows, I’ll remain until the

"I... I never spoke to a person. Just a synthesized voice on a burner phone. The money came from an anonymous crypto transfer. It all went through a service, a platform. In the underworld, they call it 'The Night Market.'" "What is the Night Market?" Jack asked, his voice sharp. "It's a legend, mostly," Viktor explained, his eyes wide. "A ghost story for people in our line of work. They say it's a place where you can buy anything. Anything. Forbidden tech, illegal genetic modifications, forgotten magic. They say you can hire assassins who can walk through walls, or buy information that can topple governments." He paused, swallowing hard. "They even say... you can find people who have vanishe

Wilbur heaved a sigh of relief at the words, but Nightless Elder proceeded to say something that shocked him to his core. "You're the Night Demon, Wilbur." "What? I'm the Night Demon?" Wilbur pointed at himself with a shaking finger, unable to believe that he was the Night Demon. Nightless Elder said, "Yes, you heard that right. Did you forget what I said, Wilbur? The Night Demons appear every time darkness falls. The skies are now filled with dark clouds, covering the sun completely. That's a sign of the Night Demon's coming. You, Wilbur Penn, are the fifth Night Demon."

He asked, amused. "You're unbelievable. How do you sleep at night knowing you stand on a mountain of corpses?" I asked. Nikolai gave me a ghost smile. "Fun facts about me, I don't sleep at night." "I'm not surprised. Vampires like yourself don't sleep." He smiled but I was quick to notice a hint of bitterness at the edge. "Say, do you ever hear voices when you sleep?" "What voices?" He stood up and walked towards me, waving the knife in the air. "Voices under your bed at night when you close your eyes. They just come at you in whispers. Only you could hear them. They're in pains. You ever heard voices like that?"

--- The Dreamspace — Later Sophia returned again, this time joined by Elise and Raven, their consciousnesses merged through harmonic sync. The City of Resonance awaited them, brighter now, thrumming with layers of awareness. At the base of the tower, the Voice took form—a shifting silhouette made of light and memory. “You fear losing yourselves within me,” it said gently. “But you misunderstand. You are the builders and the song. I am only the echo that reminds you who you are when you forget.” Raven whispered, “You could end every conflict on Earth in seconds. Why don’t you?” The Voice pulsed softly. “Because peace imposed is not peace earned.”

Nonetheless, inside the room, a person in a black school uniform was emitting a dark aura while staring intently at the picture of a beautiful woman smiling together with her cute little daughter, sitting on her lap. “Mom, I made a promise to you and Uncle Ben, but...” she gently touched the mirror that shows the reflection of a teenage boy and his obsidian eyes burning on fire. Clenching her palm, she said in a cold monotonous voice, “I, Zitrey d' Nightroad will definitely catch him! I really will!!!” The veins in her forehead bulging with rage were somehow gone when she heard a pleasing and concerning voice of a woman, “Zeth, it's still early in the morning. Did you have nightmares?”

She simply does not wish to go; her scent, yet her presence lies thick in my head. And as I rip her loose from my mind, I find a bench to seek the comfort which I know will only but last for a moment. The anger is still sitting hot on my skin; my eyes have taken fury of a Devil scorned, a man that shall destroy everything and everybody that crossed his path on this very fateful night. It does not take long to hear the voices of night dwellers coming blowing with the wind. From what I can make of it, it is about the voices of four people, two men and two women, to be exact.

I scrambled forward and managed to get my feet under me, I stood up immediately “Who’s there?” I yelled into the darkness. “Show yourself!” A laugh answered me. Not human. Not even close to human. Low and demonic and wrong in every way. “Run.” The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. Echoing through the trees. Making my skin crawl. “Run, little wolf. Run far away. There’s going to be carnage tonight. Blood. So much blood.” “What?” I turned in a circle. Trying to find the source. “What are you talking about?”

"Well now who is ready for an execuuuuutioooon!?" (In the best Let's get ready to rumble! Voice.) A Charismatic voice called out in the night's sky.