Voice Of The Night Novels & Stories

Night pressed heavily against the Francesco estate. Rain tapped softly against towering windows while candles flickered endlessly through Roberto’s bedroom. Elena had not slept. Every time she closed her eyes— the whispers returned. Soft. Ancient. Hungry. They slithered through her mind like smoke curling beneath a locked door. He lies to you. The voice sounded female tonight. Cold and beautiful. You belong to us now. Elena pressed both hands against her ears tightly while sitting near the fireplace.

“You’re not making a deal with Lucas. You’re making one with me. And if you don’t, well, I hope you like cats.” “What do you want?” “First, you need to make a charitable donation to FONTA, anonymously, of course. We don’t want people thinking you went and did something nice.” The Friends of the Night Association, or FONTA for short, is an organization that promotes human-vampire relationships, both personal and professional. “And the size of the donation needs to be at least half of the amount you sold me for.” My father does his best not to recoil from the thought of doing anything to help FONTA. “What else?”

"I am one of the facets of Nyx, one of the primal ones, the one who can decide who will have the Divine spark or perish forever as a mortal. I can be the eternal night of horrors or the peaceful, bright night." Night's voice is deeper, more intense. I can feel in every cell of my body the divine spark that was in it. It is a power very different from Sin's aura and very close to Marcus'. Sin is the personification of the Sins, while Marcus is an Angel created for the protection of humans. Created from a prayer. There is no denying, at this moment Night's power is very close to Marcus'. My soul resonates with that power because the Gods chose me and whenever I'm near something divine I can co

And as if on cue they step out of the shadows… 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕… 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍! “Well, well, well… if it isn’t the thieving whore herself.”A loud voice drips through the dark, the shrill of her voice feels like something rehearsed as her tone is filled with snark and a mocking tone..

Night’s voice held a grin, but before I could focus on it, he inserted another finger inside of me, going deeper than before. “Aah!” I bit down hard on my lips, unable to believe that sound actually came from me. “No…ah…” “Relax.” Night cooed, his voice soothing as he licked at my balls, before his teeth grazed me lightly. “There you go…not that bad, is it?” His fingers moved inside my channel, scissoring to adjust me to his length. I still wasn’t sure that it was something I was into, but the sensations coursing through my veins and the sound that erupted from my lips told me otherwise.

But they kept going. From Nightclaw cliffs, silence. For 2 minutes. 5 minutes. Then one voice joined. Just one. Young. Female. The girl who gave Arjun the knife. Her howl was thin, uncertain. But it was there. Then another joined. A male voice. Older. Then another. Not all of Nightclaw. Not even half. But 6, 7 voices from the cliffs wove into the valley’s chord. Thorn didn’t howl. He stood with Kade, hand on the boy’s shoulder. Kade closed his eyes and howled too. Child’s voice, high and clear.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ( That Night ) As she slept, a voice rang from a far distance into her room accompanied with a red ray of light from nowhere. “ Lora... ” Called the voice in a piercing form. “ Lora... " She rolled over on her bed, ignoring the voice. Then, it called again and she kept rolling, squeezing the pillow in her both ears to prevent listening to the voice. But it kept calling her name. Finally, she woke up. Mysterically, it took control over her. Like a dead corpse, she got down from her bed, heading to the direction of the call. Beneath the ground of an abandoned room, there came the red light shining.

the male voice says, instructing someone to pick me up. "She is waiting for her. It is time to die, Fallon," the voice says. I feel a fingernail touch my face, and then I feel something touch my hip. "Night, Night," the voice says.

This time, as Williams spoke, he laughed slightly, adding humor to his tone, clearly mocking Adrian. “They call it Noctivane—the Black Breath of Life. Looks like ink trapped inside a vial—silent and dangerous—but it’s no poison. One touch of it, just a drop through the veins, and every storm in the chest goes still. The harshest cough, the deepest wheeze—it all bows to its calm. Then comes the rush… strength returning like sunrise after a long night.

Almost kind. "You have dreamed this seventeen times," the voice said. "Tonight will be the eighteenth. After tonight, you will not dream it anymore." Marcus's lips moved. "Why?" he managed to croak. No answer. Only the sound of slow, steady breathing from above. Then the voice said something that made Marcus's blood run cold for a different reason. It said: "Because after tonight, you will not need to dream it. You will live it."