Voice Of The Night Novels & Stories

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

Nixon's voice broke the silence once more: "Move in. Now." With synchronized precision, the alliance surged forward, converging on the vampire armory. Silas's senses heightened, and every nerve was attuned to the unfolding mission. The clash between wolves and vampires, once bitter enemies, now stands united against a common foe. The outcome of this night would shape the destiny of both packs and determine the future of their fragile alliance.

My demonic phone must think it’s at an audition with this enthusiastic performance it’s giving…Oh God, why won’t it shut up! If I can get my sadistic phone and put it on silent, maybe I can get in another thirty minutes of sleep, I contemplated. Deciding to do just that I began to feel around for it…space, space, space, silky sheet, is that a feet?!! My eyes snap shot open, and immediately closed back;uhh, my head hurts… wait, did I just see a feet, curious I slowly peeped through an eye. Why am I staring at a feet?, those can’t be mine right?, I was never good at gymnastics and there’s no way my feet could be that close to my face, not to talk of how big they look right now.

Then his voice came, low and intimate in the darkness: “Sweet dreams, little thief. Day one has only just begun.”

She nodded once, turned, and vanished into the night. Varak’s chant ended in a wet, choking gurgle. Body collapsed like wet cloth. The air split a violent crimson tear, edges spitting black sparks. Through it the moon washed Blackthorn clearing, lodge glowing faintly.Ronan stepped forward. Alone. Blackthorn Valley

‘Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping, I my loved ones' watch am keeping, All through the night.’ Listening to the soft, loving voice, Nox finally stopped fighting his tiredness. “Goodnight, my love.”

Fear has a scent, and it rises quickest at night. Wind slid cold along the ridge, lifting the hair at my nape. Beyond the border, the forest swayed like a black ocean in the moonless dark. I tipped the glass and found it empty. Silence thickened. Then the night split. At first, not even a howl—just a child’s voice, carried where no child’s voice should ever reach. “Mama—it hurts!” The words tore through the night, small and breaking. Pain, not power. A pup’s cry, raw and unhidden.

A burning rush spread through me, my limbs turning to lead. I struggled, legs flailing, heart slamming against my ribs, but the grip on me never loosened. My vision blurred, darkness creeping in at the edges. Just as the world began to tilt and collapse, a soft female voice brushed against my ear, chillingly casual: “Night night.” And then everything went black.

Escaping down his chin. Only it wasn't with tears.. It was blood! "We'll kill her again!! "We'll kill her again!!" "Dark night is coming, eclipse is coming !!" The voice kept resounding. Then it wasn't just one. The voices became thousands. Like a thousand lives they had spent in a fated agony. Like a rush of running waters piercing into his ears. A growl of agony rumbled from within him, the sound was sent straight to the stars above. They knew everything.