Voice Of The Night Novels & Stories

Immediately I got outside my room and walked out to the outside, I noticed that I didn't see anyone and it started getting clear to me, that I was the only one who heard the heavy noise. As I was about making my way back inside the room, I head a loud voice in my head and I was very sure of what I head. "I am back and this time around, I will take everything that belongs to the Night Walker pack and leave them with memories of how they got destroyed!" A very husky and horrific voice said to me from the dark and I was sure that didn't sound like the voice of any normal person. 'This must be the voice of the Silent beast!' I thought to myself, as my feet and hands were shaking and I was consum

It intones into my ears, “Come to me... Son, I won't hurt you,”. The voice of an old lady, feeble and faint, trembling with echoes and whispers, sends shivers down my spine as I perceive a strong smell of burning wire. She's here with me, I can hear her, but I can't see her because of the absolute darkness. “Who are you?” I ask. “I'm someone who has a message for you...” “What message?”

“My proof is in a testimony, though I’d love to go back and hear from you, Callie Martin, how everything went down that night.” I don’t need to ask her to specify which night to know she’s talking about the night a third-hierarchy demon tried to burn me alive. I press my hands against the wooden bench beneath me and take in a slow breath. We’ve all told the same lie, but right now as I’m sitting here in front of Ruth and the council, I feel like they can all see right through me. “How did you defeat that demon?” Ruth’s eyes narrow. “And how did the vampire come into play? Was it all part of your plan?”

Adam replied with an obvious smile. I paused. I then looked into Adam's eyes. "After you leave this room, please erase all your memories of this night or morning. Pretend we haven't met today, and don't make any suspicious moves. We agreed to this." I held out my hand in front of Adam. Adam took it, shaking my hand as proof that we were going to forget what had happened that night. "Mahira!" called a voice from outside. "Mahira!" the man shouted again when he didn't hear my reply from inside.

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..

John whispered aloud, his voice scarcely audible in the profound stillness of the night, a question that had been gnawing at his thoughts ever since the voice had initially revealed itself. "I am a part of you," the voice replied, its words echoing through the labyrinth of his thoughts. "I can be your salvation, your escape from this nightmare, but you must grant me access and accept me completely. Let me in, John." The voice's plea held an undeniable earnestness, resonating with a subtle, irresistible pull, tugging at John's curiosity and fear in equal measure.

Looks like tonight is a new moon night. Closing my eyes, I lifted my face a bit high letting the soft breeze pass touching my face. It feels so soothing. I winched out of my world of peace as I heard a human voice behind me. "Non riesci a dormire? ( Can't sleep? )," A heavy voice spoke. I instantly turned my head to the direction only to see Orion there. My heart skipped a beat seeing the look on his face... The tattoos on her face have become even more terrifying in the dim light all around. As if he had just crawled out of the fire of hell.

Only then did they react when the humans realized what was about to happe The Night Children turned to their birthright form as soon as the constant signal. From all types of animals, large and small, aggressive and non-venomous. Witnessing these alterations, people didn't take long to realize what they were being mingled with. Screams echoed down the corridor, and they could be heard from the Hall of Sacred Bones. The Night Children, on the other hand, relished it and were overjoyed when they began to hear petitions to whatever gods these people believed to be delivered. But on that dreadful night, when devils were allowed to be demons, all hell broke loos

“Those.” Lauren stopped walking then. She heard Phil Collins’s “In the Air Tonight” blasting over the speaker at the top of the Himalaya ride, drowning out the screams of the riders. The scent of cotton candy filled her nose, sickly sweet. Her body felt stiff, clutched with some unidentifiable emotion. She crouched down to look David in the eye. “David. Are you telling me that Dad is . . . is . . .” She couldn’t get the words out. The inside of her lungs felt like they were frozen over. A ghost? A ghost walking around next to David, talking to him?

The voices intensified as a beam of light lit up Jeremy on a higher stage. The rhythm he played started soft and slow but little by little the drums intensified. When the symbols crashed, a platform rose onto the stage with Kyung Jiho on it. Hae Mina grinned when she saw the white slivers light up under the black lights. On the back of Kyung Jiho's shirt was his name and on the arm was the Nightide emblem. The drum's symbols crashed and the next instrument joined. One by one, Nightide appeared on the stage with their parts. Hae Mina knew this was not her song to come in on because she had never been given a part.