Beware The Night Novels & Stories

It was a dead plant scent, a scent she had been made to learn through school to be wary off but there was something else in his scent, something like a sweetener, pulling her in. She didn’t need to think again to know who he was or rather what he was. She glanced up at him, her horror making way to her face and she noticed he had stopped moving as well, his eyes locked on her as she saw the realization in his eyes. He had figured out what she is, probably had perceived her scent too. The place wasn’t safe anymore, not when a nightwalker was staring at her. she finished her drink in a gulp and passed the shot to the man, tendering apologizes but not staying to know whether he had accepted as

The city never truly slept, but tonight its usual buzz felt muted, like the calm before a violent storm. Damon and Sarah slipped through the dimly lit streets of the east sector, moving with purpose beneath the flickering streetlights. Every shadow seemed to stretch longer, every whisper of wind carried the weight of unseen eyes. “Stay close,” Damon murmured, his voice low and edged with caution. His grip on Sarah’s hand tightened as they navigated a narrow alley, the distant hum of traffic a constant reminder they were still in the heart of danger.

My pulse spiked as realization dawned—this wasn’t just some hidden warehouse or an abandoned building. They were taking me somewhere remote. Somewhere no one would hear me scream. I tightened my grip on my daughter, shielding her tiny form with my arms. She whimpered softly in her sleep, oblivious to the nightmare unfolding around her. I forced myself to focus. Every detail mattered. I scanned the surroundings through the tinted window. No streetlights. No passing cars. Just dense trees and the faint glow of the moon casting eerie shadows on the ground. We were completely isolated. My breath quickened. If I didn’t act now, I might never get the chance.

“Silent Night, moonlight night. Keep yourself out of sight We’ll be safe from the wrath of the moon if we hide and don’t come out too soon Sleep in safety and darkness Rest where the goddess can’t find us. Moonlight Night, werewolf night. Hunker down, hide from light Werewolves are looking for us We must stay in or they’ll find us. Stay in the dark still and quiet.”

Night pondered for a while before continuing, “It’s impossible to reign in such a menacing aura in a split second.” I had been thinking about it too since last night and drew the same conclusion as Night. “Have you ever encountered that kind of sinister aura before?” I asked him. Night had been living with different humans for centuries; it wouldn't be a surprise if he had encountered it before. “No. I would’ve remembered if I did. It was just so spooky it put me on guard instantly,” he replied. “Aleena and Witch Lily were instantly alerted, too,” I said. He hummed and added, “But not Zane, Colton, or Lucas.”

Beside it, scrawled in dark, crude letters on a piece of torn parchment, was a single word: “Beware.” Eve’s stomach twisted as she knelt to pick up the message. The blood was still fresh. Luca and Damien were at her side in an instant. Damien’s gaze darkened as he examined the fang. "This isn’t just a threat," he muttered. "This is a warning." Luca ran a hand through his hair, tension rippling through his stance. "We took down the Elders. Who else would still be after us?" Eve tightened her grip on the parchment. "Maybe we were wrong to assume they were the only threat."

Recluse. The hour had grown late as Mrs. Belfry slipped out of her house and onto the square. She passed the fountain, the now empty market, and Pete’s Sweets candy shop, which was closed for the night. Just northwest of the center of town lay Lilith’s Hollow’s own cemetery. A thick fog perpetually hung over the grounds, which at night took on a mysterious and eerie glow. The witch knew the fog was created by the restless ghosts that populated the old boneyard but continued on despite her strong revulsion of all spirits.

Afterwards I decide to go back upstairs and rest for the remainder of the evening. Night falls, and with it a thunderstorm stirs up. Lightening cracks and for some reason outside of my bedroom, I swear I see sinister red eyes peering in at me. Feel like it must be the exhaustion of the day. I close the blinds, turn on N*****x. I feel dread again as a precaution. I make sure the house is locked up with the deadbolts he installed. I also lock my room to make sure I am extra safe. I snuggle up with a blanket and put on the TV. I change my mind about N*****x and put on “Discovery of Witches” on A****n Prime. Wishing I could find a man like Matthew.

Madison’s POV Bip bip Bip bip bip Bippppp Why are my mornings always like this? Why can’t I ever sleep peacefully?, It feel like my brain contents were being ran through a meat grinder. Graphic? I know. I can feel the bright presence of the sun rays on my face, I must have forgotten to pull down the blinds yesterday, did I mention that my head was killing me? My demonic phone must think it’s at an audition with this enthusiastic performance it’s giving…Oh God, why won’t it shut up!!!

The clock on the nightstand reads 11:47. Midnight is thirteen minutes away. The numbers glow red in the dark room, pulsing like a heartbeat, like a countdown, like a warning. Nathaniel is on the phone with Marcus, his voice low, urgent, the words spilling out in rushed bursts. Julian is pulling security footage from the building across the street, frame by frame, searching for a face, a shadow, a shape in the dark.