Voice Of The Night Novels & Stories

"You've been unconscious since a week now, it seems you like being in the dark" That voice, it sounds familiar but I can't place where I've heard it before. For unknown reasons, my heart seems to seek solace from the sound of his voice. I tried telling him that I used to like the dark before, but right now, it scares me. I hate being in the dark alone and that I really want to wake up. I felt something cold touch my hand, gently caressing it then he spoke again "I don't know what I'm doing here, Ashley is probably going to flip if she finds out I'm here but I don't give a fuck anyways. My promise to you is that I'm definitely going to find whoever did this and he is going to be very sorry"

Shrugging, I shook my head. Ikaris nodded, then glanced at the book. "Your parents were members of an ancient society known as Into the Night. They were a group of warriors hand-picked by the dark goddess herself to destroy all species. They were defeated by a group of warriors known as the Valerious, who joined forces with other vampires, witches, and werewolves. Together, they were able to contain the power that threatened to destroy everyone and everything," he paused for a moment before continuing.

No more. I don't want to live through this. I hope God accepts at least just this one plea. Because God has answered none of the prayers, I have made. the night is here again, and I close my eyes. When sleep takes over. And the nightmares start in between the nightmares. I hear a voice calling for me desperately. A weak voice calling for me. “Luciano... Luciano, please wake up.” I open my eyes, and I am directly looking at the window on the other side of the dungeon. And there is a full moon looking at me. I smile finally.

“Give yourself to us! Trade your humanity for the throne that will belong to you, Maeve!” “Shut up!!” I scream. My head feels like it is about to split open, and my consciousness starts slipping away. The voices of the Nightwhisper ancestors demand blood. I have to overpower them!

Clara It’s deep into the night when I jolt awake, my chest rising and falling with sharp, rapid breaths. Sweat clings to my skin, my heart hammering like a drumbeat in the dark. The nightmare fades in fragments, flashes of shadows, a voice I couldn't quite place, the overwhelming feeling of being chased. I sit up slowly, the bedsheet twisted around my legs, and take a moment to ground myself The soft glow of the moon filters through the curtains, casting long, pale shapes across the room.

Test again. Sipho whispered into the night, his voice barely more than shadow: “This is only the beginning. One day, one of you will falter, one will rise, and one… may take what should have been mine. Be ready, for the Darkness does not forgive hesitation. And the world… will remember your choices.”

“I’ll come back for all of them. Cole. Sophie. Hayden. Lydia. Every single one of them.” The longing for revenge burned in my chest, stronger than pain, stronger than fear. --- The cold hit harder that night. I tried to fight it, but darkness crept in. My breathing grew shallow, my heartbeat slow. My last thought before I blacked out was of the moon, ever so bright but distant, watching. When I opened my eyes again, everything was hazy. Strange Voices surrounded me, low and unfamiliar. Boots crunched against the ground. “She’s bleeding out,” a man’s voice said. “Should we leave her?”

The Night Calling I remember the first time I heard whispers about the night calling. It was a phrase that moved through the boys in The Boss’s shop like smoke—everyone knew it existed, everyone respected it, but no one dared explain what it meant. I was still new then, still washing soap suds off Mercedes wheels with hands that trembled from the memory of blood. Sandra Danso’s face hadn’t left me, not for a second, and the weight of her death clung to me like a shadow I could never shake.

We quickly searched for the one marked 'M', for Enrico Mettini. Mario was leaning casually in a chair beside me, watching me rip open the drawer. I quickly skimmed through the heads of the files, frantically searching for Enrico. "Need some help?" A voice echoed behind me. I jumped at the voice, and I tried to turn around but stopped myself. The voice sounded so similar. It was the voice I had been hearing in my dreams recently. I was shocked and flabbergasted as this was something completely unexpected. It was a female officer.

​"Nina?" ​When Nina heard her name called in that low, familiar voice, she stopped in her tracks and slowly forced her head up. ​The pain in her leg, the burning sting of the blood, the sheer physical exhaustion—it all went completely numb as her eyes locked onto the tall figure standing at the mouth of the alley. ​"Leo..."