Book Terror By Night Novels & Stories

The Birthday Girl May 29, 2009 Lucille Nora was fucking Boo and she was laughing maniacally. I ran toward them and saw that Boo’s chest was open, his heart missing and when I looked at Nora, her face was covered in blood. “You’re next, bitch!” I woke up from my nightmare and wiped the sweat covering my forehead. Fuck. It seemed so real. I sighed and lay back down. Jasper stirred in his sleep and his heavy arm went over my stomach. He woke up when I pushed it off me too hard.

When she died, something in him changed, as if the ground beneath his feet had cracked and he was trying to stand on broken earth. Not long after her funeral, the nights turned strange. Around midnight his door would fly open and Horris would burst into the yard barefoot, eyes wild, tears running down his face. His voice carried through the whole of Ashwood. “I don’t want to go! I don’t want to go!” he would scream, fighting against hands trying to hold him back. Men rushed from their homes, women peered through windows, and Kaelith and I stood shaking in our doorways as he struggled and sobbed. Every night it was the same words, the same terror in his voice.

“Yeah, you’re going to suck my cock in your childhood bedroom.” “Left.” If I pulled his cock out, could I get him off before we made it up the driveway? “It’s your fault,” he said, but I refused to take the bait. “Third house on the right.” He quirked a brow at me. “Ignoring me now?” “I’m sorry, I don’t negotiate with terrorists,” I said, refusing to even look at him. “Terrorist?” he asked in surprise. “You just terrorized my pussy.” “I scared your pussy? I’m really going to have to apologize to it then.”

I noticed her crossing her legs as she let out a faint gasp. “I’m going to screw all the holes in your body, including your mouth, pussy, and shithole.” She exhaled sharply and regarded me with terror. “I want to bite your nipples till they turn red, to penetrate you with my tongue until you cum, to lick your pussy until you find every guy repulsive.”

She enchanted by his charm and kindness, but she also terrified of him. ****** The loud sound of thunder has awakened Calista from her sleep. She just realized that it was raining heavily. She looked at the clock with her heart beating fast and it was three in the morning. Fear suddenly gripped her firmly as she heard a woman’s scream. It seemed like it was coming from the first floor. The scream sounded shrill and terrifying, like someone enduring extreme pain. Despite heavy rain, she could still hear the scream. Since she was little, or maybe since she was still in the womb, she was extremely afraid of ghosts and vampires. She watched a ghost movie once with Alice, and she had nightmares f

“No way. I walked for it, so I’m eating it.” She’d gone home in a huff, but the next time Lauren slept over they did watch Halloween. Or rather, Miranda watched it, laughing hysterically every time someone was slaughtered by the killer, and Lauren peered through her fingers and hoped she would be able to sleep without nightmares. She didn’t like scary movies. Miranda seemed inured to them. Anyway, Lauren was glad she’d gone home that night, because it was the last time she’d watch Ichabod and Mr. Toad with her dad. Less than a month later he was dead.

He even pulled up a rough-hewn stool and settled in. “What happened that night?” He asked. I hesitated for a minute not knowing where to begin or if I even had the strength to speak. Then I began to speak. I recounted the events after the pack gathering, the walk home with Hallie that had taken a terrifying turn. We had stumbled upon a wounded werewolf near the edge of our territory.

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.

He was going to get rid of these monsters completely and save all the people of Diseya. Arsi might have given up, but Wilbur was nowhere near doing that. It was not long before night fell. However, this time, Wilbur did not choose to stand guard in the town. He went out and headed left, trying to see if he would be able to encounter a Night Demon within the twenty kilometers it took to get to Moda. Night Demons were different from zombies. Zombies were beings that lost their original consciousness completely, but the Night Demons still retained theirs when there was light outside. That should mean that shining a light at these monsters would repress them, and the affected person would snap o

Zayden said, looking at Taylor with a suspicious look. "I was hiding in that kitchen cabinet; I was scared," she sobbed, moving closer to Zayden, but he kept his distance and pointed his gun at Taylor. "Stay where you are!" Zayden ordered, causing Taylor to stop her steps and bow her head in tears. "I'm so scared, Zayden. I'm here being tortured and abused; please take me away from here," she sobbed, her body shaking violently. "I'll take you away, but answer me one question," Zayden said, making Taylor stare at Zayden with a frown on her forehead.