Beware The Night Novels & Stories

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

I ask, trying to buy time so I could think of what to do. “What difference would it make if I told you?” He shrugs still walking closer to me. “I..if…if you ta… take one more step closer to me…. I’ll scream” I warn backing away from him. I was still in my night dress, so I wasn’t extremely covered, and this man didn’t seem like he cared, he just wanted to kill me. “How about we play a little game, you know…. Have a little fun before you die” He offers casually, playing with the weapon in his hand.

|| Lilac's POV || The room was dark, the fire in the hearth reduced to glowing embers, casting faint shadows across the walls. I lay in bed, Alaric’s arm draped over me, his steady breathing a soothing rhythm against my back. But sleep eluded me, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions that refused to quiet. The weight of the Moon Goddess’s warning pressed down on me, a constant reminder of the stakes. Find your mate, or face the same fate. The words echoed in my mind, a relentless drumbeat that I couldn’t escape.

We had stumbled upon a wounded werewolf near the edge of our territory. Hallie had bolted, disappearing into the shadows without a second glance, leaving me alone in the darkness. But something compelled me to stay. The instinct to help a fellow pack member, wouldn't let me abandon whoever lay injured. Gathering my courage, I approached cautiously, the low growl of the wounded wolf sending a jolt of fear through me.

He mumbled a little before turning on his side but did not awaken. She shook her head, How can you be Dusk and Duskin? How can you pretend to be such a dark child when you are so kindhearted? Although she desired the answer to the question, she figured that she would never obtain the answer. Nightide remained secretive about their past. Hae Mina shook her head as she ventured up the staircase then fell on her bed in a heap. Her brain was too exhausted to push her back into her dreaded nightmares and so she slept heavily and deeply.

“There is a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower. It's so beautiful all lit up at night.” “I’m happy for you Syn you deserve it just be careful. Don't let your guard down, I know he seems perfect, hopefully he is, but don't be too trusting just yet ok.” she warned “I will be careful. Talk to you tomorrow.” I promised. I closed the curtain and walked back to the bed. I looked down to see a folded note with my name on it laying on the bed. That definitely wasn’t there a minute ago right? I hadn't heard anyone enter the room. I stepped out of the bedroom into the main living room. I didn't see any of the housekeeping staff. “Damien, are you back?” I called out with no response. I went back into th

And after this night, I'm gonna return to my shell. Returning to being the quiet and the ever so miserable Dawn.

We enjoyed our company_our haven of peace, even if it was for a little while. I didn't realize that I had drifted into a nap. “I was lying on a cold, hard bed. It was cold, just too cold. I kept turning and tossing, only to wake up in a murky room. It was so dark that I felt blind, voices whispered in an eerie tone. I felt goosebumps on the back of my neck, I was scared and alone. Just when I felt I couldn't bear the whispers that tormented me, I heard my father's voice:

Trust me. There was no more safe ground under my feet. Prima nocta: First night in Latin

Through the gap between the mattress and the floor, a single pale finger curled up from the darkness and waved at me. The whisper returned, this time right by my ear. "Good night," it said. "Don't forget to check tomorrow. I'll be waiting." I am still lying here. The sun rose hours ago. I have not moved. I have not looked under the bed. But I can feel it breathing beneath me. And I know, with a certainty that sits like a stone in my stomach, that when night comes again, the closet will creak open, the cold hand will reach out, and the whisper will remind me once more.