Aquella Noche Novels & Stories

A sound of pure, unadulterated terror. "It was like a wolf's howl, but… different." Vicky said, her voice high with apprehension. "Like a scream." The chilling truth slammed into Jessica like a physical blow. It was the Night of the Blood Moon, the night Draven's curse awaken, the night he would become consumed by a primal fury, a night that transformed him into a savage beast.

“Twenty nights,” Kai Lennox murmured against Damien’s lips as they stumbled out of the elevator and into the penthouse at 11:49 p.m. The words felt heavy, almost sacred. Twenty nights of the same addictive rhythm, and yet tonight it felt different deeper, more settled, like the pattern had finally locked into place and refused to be broken.

Night, Maya. Night. She set the phone down.

She told her, clamping her hands together on her lap. “It seems like you have a pretty good idea of what was going on then. So what are you asking?” Isa replied, flipping her hair behind her shoulder. “Is it serious or is it like what you’ve had with the others?” She continued questioning her as Isa nodded. “It’s the most serious I have been in my life.” Isa informed her, making her sigh and close her eyes. “Cazzo. Sarà un bagno di sangue.” (Italian for “Fūck. It will be a bloodbath.”) She mumbled under her breath as the girl from earlier walked over with the vodka bottle and a few glasses, placing it next to Mrs. Blanco.

All she’d remember was that her first kiss had tasted like ale, with a twang of berries. -A few hours earlier- No one remembered the last time that the Night of Flames fell upon a moonless night. A clear, star-filled night sky enveloped the land of the Jakara, where preparations for a ceremony were underway. Throughout the winding paths and cobbled streets of the village, large bonfires blazed and crackled, casting dancing shadows over the low brick buildings.

Asra had written down everything from the time of the bath to the perfume that was worn by the girl. "What is it?" Azrael seemed surprised and when I faced him looking for answers he read aloud "day 8, month 7, year 1750 B.C." his teeth were clenched "3:57 in the morning, the saint screamed in her room amid a nightmare, after the duchess calmed her both were sealed by the duchess’s powers in her room..." "What?" My eyes widened in surprise "you must have read it wrong!" "No..." Azrael hissed "look at the following papers."

Night and I are coming for you. And Andre.. Today will be your fucking end.