Chapter 4 Of Night Novels & Stories

Chapter 48 Nina’s POV The sirens wailed closer now, a distant howl cutting through the pandemonium like a promise that might never arrive. Red and blue lights pulsed through the high windows, casting erratic shadows across the marble floor, turning the chaos into a strobe-lit nightmare.

CHAPTER 31 The Taking Coyote Broken Friday, October 22, 2027 – 2:47 a.m. She doesn’t ask this time. I wake up to silence so complete it hurts my ears. My room is wrong. The bloodstone is ice-cold. The scar on my forehead is bleeding starlight again. I sit up. Every mirror, window, and phone screen in my room is black water. And the Forty-Eighth is standing at the foot of my bed.

My mind drifted, and I came back to reality. I glance through my half-closed eye lids and notice, he’s not the only one in the room. Conrad and Edgar are also there. Hovering over my body. I open my eyes; they already probably know that I am awake. I try to pull on the chains, and I stare at Edgar with a defiant look. He stares back at me. They all stop their sexual probing of me. Conrad and Silas take step back at Edgars physical command, when he holds up his hand.

Chapter 40: The First Fracture The night was restless. The forest seemed to breathe around the clearing, its shadows writhing like living things, stirred by the presence of the Darkness that had returned to Sipho. The air tasted metallic, heavy with the scent of old blood, decay, and something more primal—hunger. The children were restless now, aware that the calm of sleep had been broken.

Chapter 9 Night *** Content Warning: This chapter is not suitable for very young readers. Read at your own risk. *** POV: Shea Vestine-Thorne Her heart was pounding inside her as she stepped into the warm shower. She left Denver outside as he talked to some of the pack members who were giving their greetings at them. She wanted to freshen up after the long day, and she just couldn’t stop thinking about the possible things that might happen tonight. Well, it would surely happen. She wasn’t that innocent not to figure it out.

No longer the ruined coliseum. This was the Nightmare. And it had claimed them all. ☠️ End of Chapter 12

She looked at the window. November dark. The ridge out there. Patient. Permanent. She did not put her hand on the glass. She just looked at it. She thought: there it is. She thought: there it always is. She breathed. She went to sleep. The morning came. End of Chapter Forty-Nine.

Chapter 41 is the BIRTH chapter and it's going to absolutely wreck you! END OF CHAPTER FORTY

​"Leo..." ​The surrounding noise of the night seemed to fade into absolute silence. The muffled, heavy thud of the club music behind the metal doors, the groans of the four men bleeding out on the wet pavement, the quiet drip of rain falling off the brick walls—it all died away. The entire world shrank down to just the two of them standing under the flickering yellow streetlight. ​They simply stared at each other for a full, agonizing minute. Neither of them moved. Neither of them dared to breathe.

It was a mouth that hinted at a passionate nature that was carefully, vigorously held in check but once unleashed could be dangerous. I suppressed another shiver, trying not to think of how dangerous it would be to be in bed with Grayson Barlowe. Dangerous and exciting and mind-blowing. I stuffed the handkerchief in my tote bag. ‘I’ll wash it and get it back to you.’ ‘Keep it.’