Fear The Night Plot Novels & Stories

Too late. “This doesn’t end tonight,” I went on. “It gets harder from here. Louder. More uncomfortable. And some people will try to convince you that fear is reason enough to give power back to the shadows.” Adrian shifted. I felt it, a subtle warning. Movement on the perimeter. I kept my eyes forward. “Fear isn’t the enemy,” I said. “What we do with it is.” The feed cut. Not gently. Hard. Every screen in the bay went black at once.

Death is a tragedy, and I’ll do anything to stay alive. Are you ready for the last ride of your life? Six has a gun to your head—what would you do? This isn’t a love story. It’s a death story. Find out more here Check out the Trailer Breach Book 1 His body was sin, his cock was sin, and I was a sinner. To keep myself safe I hide in the world and let life move around me. My new partner, Nathan, isn’t safe. Far from it. The darkness coils around him, hidden by a shield created by a blinding smile. But those who live in shadows see past the façade we create.

This vile shit was going to kill her and there was no way that either of us could ever let that stand. No, Nick was going to die and I was going to do it right here and now. Nick looked up at me and for the first time, I could see the fear in his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something. What, I'll never know because I took that moment to rip is throat out. He gurgled as he choked on his dead blood. That wasn't enough for me though. I ripped into his chest and tore his heart out. Next, I ripped his head clean off and threw it away from us. I continued to rip and slash at his body until he was a pile of bloody parts.

Remembering that we were close friends before we decided to marry each other, I didn't expect us to be brothers-in-law now. "Okay, sorry, but can you please call Adam? I'm really begging you. If Adam isn't here, I'll probably be a name tomorrow," I pleaded. "Yes, Miss, I will call Mr. Adam." The woman walked away. As she disappeared behind the wall, I caught sight of a black car that had just pulled into the driveway. Shortly afterward, Gavin appeared to get out of the vehicle. I paused. How could that man have come so early? Seeing as I was already awake, could his next move be to kill me? No, I can't die here. I can't give my life to that man.

With a deep breath, I knocked, the sound echoing through the silence like a hesitant plea for sanctuary. Frantically, I pounded on the door, each rap a plea for someone to answer. The silence that met my desperate knocks sent shivers down my spine. Fear took hold, urging me to seek the king's presence. Determined, I made my way to the throne room, a foreboding weight settling over me. As I reached the summit of the staircase, a sight that mirrored the haunting imagery from my nightmare unfolded before me. The king, Liam, and the elders emerged from the throne room, their collective presence a stark reminder of the nightmarish vision that had plagued my sleep.

“You’re not making a deal with Lucas. You’re making one with me. And if you don’t, well, I hope you like cats.” “What do you want?” “First, you need to make a charitable donation to FONTA, anonymously, of course. We don’t want people thinking you went and did something nice.” The Friends of the Night Association, or FONTA for short, is an organization that promotes human-vampire relationships, both personal and professional. “And the size of the donation needs to be at least half of the amount you sold me for.” My father does his best not to recoil from the thought of doing anything to help FONTA. “What else?”

My heart is racing and adrenaline floods through me. “Do you hear anything else?” I flick my eyes to Lucas’s face. “There’s no way this is over yet.” “No,” he agrees. “It was too easy. Almost like it was testing us.” “And now that it knows it’s up against a vampire and a witch, they’re going to pull out all the big guns.” I close my eyes and shake my head. “Let’s just hope it’s not hellhounds again.” The floorboards creak and Lucas turns, looking at something I can’t see in the dark.

LATE NIGHT, Rose's point of views : Ever since I have known that there is a freaking psycho that's behind my existence, a moment of relief has been so hard to attain. I am just always afraid. I have been getting nightmares almost every second night. Now, Scrambling through the streets, I didn't dare to look behind me. I was scared. Scared of being chased by someone. It was yet another rainy night and I couldn't spot a single soul on the road, at least not as far as I could see.

Becca and Demitri looked nervously at each other before Kendra held out her glass. "To lasting friendship." Kendra said and Steve and Kyle both raised and clinked Kendra's glass. The other two hesitated then slowly raised their glasses and drank at the same time as the others. They both felt a burning in their throats as the sour-bitter liquid confused their tastebuds. they swallowed and coughed a bit, laughing at each other. They were all one drink in before they started playing dumb sleepover games to pass the time. First it was hide and seek, then it was never have i ever, which got them drunk enough to start playing truth or dare.

I was not afraid of these thunders these last days but today it's frightening me to the core. Isaac's snoring, his ragged breathing, his hands, his lips always distracted me and gave some sense of protection without meaning it. But now in the empty mansion with no one to save me, not even my sleep, I am getting afraid of the storm. Tears welled up in my eyes when I heard a thunder so loud that I feared it had landed above the mansion. Please Isaac come fast. I kept wishing for Isaac to come back. But the whole night went by but Isaac never came. I remained awake the whole night in fear. The storm came to an end with the morning sun.