Brighter Nights Novels & Stories

The morning light in the city is never kind. It doesn’t glow; it intrudes, slicing through the gaps in the Venetian blinds like a serrated blade. I groaned, shielding my eyes from the harsh, clinical glare. My head felt like it had been stuffed with wet wool—a lingering hangover from a night I couldn't quite piece together. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, my fingers fumbling against the cold glass. 6:45 AM. There was a single notification on the screen. An unread text from an unknown number.

Gracie says, and we look at each other. I've seen nothing like it. We got back home before mom could realize that we were not home. NIGHT 9:00 PM I'm lying on my bed, thinking about the incident that happened up the street today. I wonder if that old man survived it, I wonder if he's still alive or in a coma.

Turner continued while he stared at the three pairs of eyes on him. "He won't be that satisfied if it's not Blaze. Look at him, he looks like he had the greatest night of his life. Even before that he had quite a good fuck every night he doesn't look like that, that sparks in his eyes and the unusual brightness of his always grim aura was never there, except now" Turner continued, occasionally glancing at Ace before he looks back at his three friends. "So they were together last night?" Parker mumbled the obvious just in time that the beauty they were talking about appeared from afar, walking like he owns the ground he was stepping.

That Night Copyright © K.I. Lynn This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.

Sporadically, a witch you would rather not get close to. They shared a room, she stayed in there at night, and fanny stays in the morning. Because she was always on night shifts at work. And the room won’t be enough for two, Fanny was home. She had to get out of the room. “I lived for it.” She cleaned the wound, and take up her stuff by the table, and had her backpack over her shoulders. Her phone and her earphones were plugged into her ears. Some music would do good. Put her souls together.

The others turned to her and pondered on her question for a few seconds. Anita smiled and then rubbed Sofia's shoulder "They will, Felix is with them and he survived the ordeal." Sofia nodded, a little more reassured now. "they just have to make it back before the sun goes down and it becomes dark. Felix said the ants were nocturnal, so day time is the only time they have to save them." Cordelia said and then looked up. "What's the time now?" Anita asked as she looked up too, trying to tell the time. None of them knew the time since they were not with their wrist watches but it was almost evening because the sun was already slowly receding.

"Not exactly around here but close enough. You can get everything from a steak to a beer to the finest bourbon. It's where everyone kicks up their heels. Or just hangs out. Be ready at seven, okay? We'll have a great night." Ready? At seven? A great night? Oh, hell. Her first inclination was to turn tail and run. Just pick up her stuff and go home to die a thousand deaths. But she didn't want to be that woman anymore. Advice from the group over the months filtered through her mind. Do it, Autumn. That's why you're here, isn't it? But she needed shoring up.

Callum said, and Emma smiled. I assumed he loved watching them, hugged me and didn't let go. From one moment to the next, they started launching fireworks, we looked up at the sky and although it was never compared to New York, it was indisputable that the view was unmatched because there was not so much light pollution. "Happy Independence Day," Emma said happily. "Happy Freedom Day," I replied before kissing her. I wanted with all my might to be able to give her what she wanted, what she longed for, what she wanted.

The nocturnal creatures, guided by their instincts, navigated the darkness, their movements a silent dance that reflected the delicate balance of nature. As dawn approached, a soft, golden light bathed the city, signaling the beginning of a new day. Slowly, Emeridia began to stir from its slumber. The community center, once again alive with anticipation, awaited the arrival of its visitors. Aric and Kaida, fueled by the previous day's triumphs, were eager to continue their journey of fostering unity and progress.

Pitch dark inside was punctuated by spiraling neon spotlights, flickering strobe lights, and the black-lit haze of scantily clad bodies undulating on a tightly packed dance floor. Nina sauntered in first, leading the way. She reached up and touched the bouncer’s chest with her fingertips and dragged them along his pecs as she passed by. He grinned like an idiot, adjusted his pants, and as she looked back and winked at him, snapped his teeth at her playfully. Kayden grasped Nina’s hand when she reached back for him. The Gammas followed. The door swung shut behind them, and they were swallowed whole by the wild world of Freak Night at Bad Wolf.