Voice Of The Night Novels & Stories

My name was called. My name? “Valkyrie Nightborn.” The voice called again. Dark thoughts clawed at my mind, ugly and frantic, weaving horrors faster than I could silence them.

“This little whore that won't stop dripping!” My voice echoes in the night sky. “Agent Sadie.” The blend of rich voices sends chills down my spine. Holy F.U.C.K!!!

It has been so long that she has stayed awake all night fucking that she was all sore and tired but very satisfied. “Soph,” The king’s voice echoed over the phone, it was hard to miss his voice when it carried so much authority and power, and at the same time, it left her weak to her knees with how sensual he sounded. “My king,” She responded. “I am sorry, but I have some things to deal with outside of the palace and I won’t be back tonight,”

******************************** the street was slightly dark and empty, the only noise that could be heard where that of crickets and frogs the cold night breeze blew past my skin and I shivered, I could feel the Goosebumps growing in on me it was about 8:00 in the night, for some unexplainable reasons, people here at Mexico slept really early the streetlights were all over the road unshed tears found their way through my cheeks, i was still in my nightwear and I didn't have enough time to actually pick up a sweater to cover up, I was freezing. maybe this is what I deserve maybe this is the universe way to punish me for my sins maybe I am not fit to be in this world Fresh tears fall free w

Night informed as I raised my eyebrows due to shock. “ Why? Should he not be resting” I was surprised to hear my own voice which was kind of odd. Why do I sound a little different? “ ugh Great! I don’t hear my wife’s voice for a weak and when she finally spoke it was about my brother” Night said trying to sound angry but failed miserably. You could literally see the playful expressions under his fake anger ones. “ are you someone I should be thinking or talking about?” I asked and his jaw dropped.

she said, her voice steady, the light around her shining like a star. And from the deep darkness below, a voice older than time, cold and endlessly hungry, answered them: “The Blood Moon demands its price. And the night has only just begun.”

Stories of death—and worse than death. His throat went dry, as a chill raced up and down his spine. Papa fucking Nightmare is here. The pounding on the metal increased, becoming chaotic, frantic. Muffled, unintelligible voices mixed with animalistic hisses and snarls. The same sounds he’d heard from those zonbis ripping apart Bernstein’s SUV. Something—or more accurately—some things wanted in. “Why don’t you go out to the highway and play “hide and go fuck yourself”?” he replied and hit “end.”

That Night I got pregnant on New Year’s Eve. That night was hands down the best night of my life. A magical night with the man of my dreams. The aftermath changed everything. After weeks of silence from him and a positive pregnancy test, it was safe to say I was in full out panic mode. Until I walked into a conference room only to find Mr. Man-of-my-dreams-father-of-my-unborn-child at the head of the table. Turns out the VP of finance isn’t an old boring guy with white hair.

Has he drained me within an inch of life and now he wants to finish the job, or does he want to turn me like in all my vampire novels that I read as a kid? I don’t know if I will ever know, because all he does as I stare at him is smile at me with a smirk on his lips and sits silently cross legged. After a few more moments, he finally starts to move forward as he leans into me and says with a strange accent, “Don’t fear my child. I won’t harm you. I merely want to ask you a question?” He pauses before continuing with that slithering accent like something you would hear in a horror story or someplace in the darkest parts of Europe, “Have you ever wondered if the things that go bump in the

she blink a few times and ponder, “is this what they called a collosal of a night?” The terrifying voice sigh, amuse as it murmured, “I see, you are slumbering on your own unique way...”