Creatures Of The Night Novels & Stories

The campsite suddenly filled with a repugnant smell, like rotting flesh. Nathan leaped forward just as the creatures burst from the shadows. They were tall and bulky, twice the height of Nathan, with dangling arms, wide hands, thin bony fingers, vicious claws, and protruded fangs shining with poison. It was like seeing a vampire experience death over and over again, unwilling to die. I stared in horror, a blood lust and anger evident in their faces. I lost my balance, collapsing in panic. Everything became a bur. Junto was flung aside by one of the beast's pale hands. Then it dove after the Shape Shifter with jaws the size of a bear trap.

The hiding of the clan, however, is the real horror of this world I now live in. The Blackclaw clan hides in the space between worlds, or so I’ve eavesdropped/heard Krono explain one time. On one side, the clan borders the dark forest of a world full of monsters. It is said that the dark forest hides vampires, extinct in be human world, witches and warlocks like Krono, and other human myths come to life. It is said that Lorez found a magical stone that teleported him to this world, where he first met Krono. From there, the tyranny that is Blackclaw began.

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.

But the vine was already unraveling, and the creature, a grotesque blur of shadow and twisted flesh, leaped forward with a force that sent Clara tumbling backward. The air around them grew thick with darkness. It was as if the very light of the world was being sucked into the creature’s endless maw. Clara tried to summon the chains, but they wouldn’t come. The symbols from her grandmother’s journal, once so clear in her mind, were now foreign and distant, slipping away like sand through her fingers. “It’s… too strong,” Lucas muttered, his voice breaking through the chaos. He stood by Emily, who was now desperately trying to reignite the flame within her hands. But it was no use. The Last Nam

Slowly, the abyss began to crumble and Lady Noelle pulled my hand. The Immortals say these creatures are born from mortals’ negative energy," the woman said. "Negative emotions give shape. Resentment, grief, rage. When mortals are consumed by hopelessness, their souls fracture, and from that fracture, these creatures crawl. They linger in forgotten roads, near battlefields, in places where screams outnumber laughter." The air grew cold as she spoke, as if the shadows themselves had drawn closer. Alpha Nicholas looked down at I again. His face was calm. His lips curled into the faintest smile, as if he dreamed of something pleasant. She truly envied him sleeping soundly like that.

I showed her my scar of where the weird bite was. “Oh my God!” she screeched and looked at the bite. “It’s a vampire!” she said. I couldn’t stop my laughing. “Yeah, right, and I am Elena Gilbert” “I’m serious! There’s all these legends about them in Europe.” “Myths to scare children and tourists, I don’t believe it.” “Now, Skinwalkers, I have heard of those, and my friend had visual evidence, she used to live in the Appalachian Mountains in Tennessee. There’s a lot of evil creatures there for some odd reason.”

Her accent was so thick, it was difficult for Jo to understand. “It’s a crocodile vampire,” Brandon explained. “Holland used to make all sorts of crazy shifter creatures.” “That sounds… horrible,” Pamela said. “Have you ever seen one?” “No, but my dad and Jo’s mom ran into one a long time ago. Cadence killed it,” Brandon said. “Let’s hope we don’t run into anything like that,” Daniel said. “Or anything worse,” Jo said under her breath.

I say looking down, my hair almost covering my face. "They're not called nightcrawlers. They are blood suckers that are been created a long way back. History tells that it all started from the time when a witch created the werewolves. A malfunction was done by the spell and so a bloodsucker, an abomination of nature was created. They're called Vampires." He says and I gasps. Vampires? Hmm. Like the movie Twilight? I look up at him , his face deadly serious. He is certainly not joking and I certainly need to believe that the weird guy in the movie can be a creature in real life that sucks blood from people and even werewolves.

A dim light is standing only behind the wall covering half the width of the room. "Mom?" cries out loud, James. "Close the gate and all the windows," Elizabeth calls out loud as she walks out from the wall behind James. "Come here, Mom," James calls louder. "Stop whining, James...it's just dark," states Alicia. "She's right, James," Elizabeth walks forward, and a candle in her hand lights James's face. His light yellowish face turns darker in shade under candle light. A thick white line appears on his cheek followed by a thunderous sound from the sky.

I thwacked my cheeks, endeavoring to escape the nerve-wracking terror. I mumbled, “Wake up … Noah … wake up …” Ella Is gone. No … no … no. I got to my feet and lingered in circles around the couch, my mind recalled that sharp beam of light that woke me up. I advanced towards the main door and tried to unbolt the lock with my trembling fingers. The absence of light and chilly blows of wind had an uneasy and creepy vibe to them. The water in the lake played no music, crickets were not chirping. That night did not seem normal, the deepest part of my heart still believed that I was hallucinating keeping me from the bitter reality.