Voice Of The Night Novels & Stories

She jerked, her body glitching, shifting through multiple forms, human, hybrid, skeletal-machine frames, each one trying to escape. “You can not win,” she rasped. “We are evolution. You are an echo of a dying past.” I leaned close. “And yet… you’re afraid of me.” My hand wrapped around her throat, not squeezing, just anchoring. My wolves lunged forward, teeth passing through her glowing body like they were feeding on light, not flesh. Voss screamed, an electronic, metallic shriek that fractured the air. Kai took an involuntary step toward me. “Subject Night…” he whispered, voice trembling for the first time.

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.

Horrible suffering he does not understand. But, tonight, he heard words in his nightmares for the first time. Someone shouting a name. The person's voice was filled with so much pain and desperation. "Declan...! Nooo, leave him alone...! DECLAAAAN!!" The voice roared so loudly. Callan shot up from the bed, sweating profusely. His breathing erratic as he tried to catch his breath. The voice would not stop calling to him and pleading on his behalf. Declan, the voice called him. Instead, of Callan. .

“I’m going to have you all night because you paid $1000 for me. After that, we’ll take a shower. Tonight, none of us will sleep.” She gasped when Zion spoke to her, his fingers still in her pussy. He yanked his fingers from her pussy and began licking from his middle to his index finger. Maya was still taken aback by the way he was sucking the contents of her sex. Zion delivered one savage thrust deep inside her. Maya shouted and pushed herself against the closed door. Zion, on the other hand, kept her in one spot. Tears began to trickle down her cheeks, but Zion was unfazed. He began thrusting violently into her, with each thrust stronger than the previous one. Zion spoke to Maya as she scr

Ignoring the sounds of the night, he returned to his work, a beacon of detached focus. "Stuart," a voice beckoned from the nearby forest. Unfazed, Stuart continued his tasks, his piercing gaze unyielding. "Stuart," the voice persisted, its ethereal quality cutting through the silence. Curiosity overriding caution, he stepped out into the chilling night. "Stuart, come swiftly," the voice echoed persistently, weaving through the trees like a siren's call. Approaching the roadside, he inquired, "Did you hear someone calling me?"

Kyliena. The night was cool, the silence it brought seemed to swallow this side of the world whole. The sort that flaunted the millions of stars in the sky like diamonds floating in a sea of deep blue. Shoving my hands into the pockets of my ripped jeans, I stepped out of my grandparent’s house into the night. Again I was leaving the house without saying a word to my grandparents who were sound asleep in their beds. It has been a week since that boy that looks so much like Niklaus carried me out from deep within the forest.

I smiled devilishly. I picked up this little black number a few months ago when Harper and I were fooling around at the mall. It hugged my body tight as if it were my own skin and barely went just below my butt. The V cut in front went almost all the way down to my navel and gave me the perfect cleavage. I was going to make them all drool. After all, I deserved a night of letting loose just like Harper had said. After I finished up the look with nude-colored heels, fluffed my wavy hair again, and applied one more layer of lip gloss I grabbed my clutch and headed for the door. I was ready.

I remembered addressing him as Chris, I remembered his reply, calling me a whore same as in the dream, I remembered crying in ecstasy on his lips, I remembered everything but not his facial looks or who he was, only his green eyes I could see vividly. He took advantage of me and now I see him in my dreams, toying with my subconscious mind. But there's nothing I can do to him, I don't know him and can't track him, and with my consoling mantra, 'everything that happened in Vegas stays in Vegas'. I'm not going to drag issues. I cleaned up the thick juice from my pussy, before returning to bed. I didn't turn off the light this time for fear of having another sex session in my dreams.