Fresno Night Crawlers Novels & Stories

Shrugging, I shook my head. Ikaris nodded, then glanced at the book. "Your parents were members of an ancient society known as Into the Night. They were a group of warriors hand-picked by the dark goddess herself to destroy all species. They were defeated by a group of warriors known as the Valerious, who joined forces with other vampires, witches, and werewolves. Together, they were able to contain the power that threatened to destroy everyone and everything," he paused for a moment before continuing.

They made it out of the house and into his car. Back at the church, Fiona kept yelling at Dione. “Why the hell couldn’t you place some cameras outside?” “It wasn’t easy placing it inside. How on earth was I supposed to place it outside?” he grumbled as he clenched his hands into a fist by his side. “That’s why we pay you. It’s your fucking job, loser,” she snapped. “Y’all know what? I’m leaving. I need a break from these screams,” Jake said, throwing his hands up in frustration, and walked out, leaving Fiona and Dione behind.

Clara It’s deep into the night when I jolt awake, my chest rising and falling with sharp, rapid breaths. Sweat clings to my skin, my heart hammering like a drumbeat in the dark. The nightmare fades in fragments, flashes of shadows, a voice I couldn't quite place, the overwhelming feeling of being chased. I sit up slowly, the bedsheet twisted around my legs, and take a moment to ground myself The soft glow of the moon filters through the curtains, casting long, pale shapes across the room.

When he spotted the human wall, he tried to peer deeper but failed to see anything amiss. "I'm heading back. You all go ahead." With that, he jogged back into the villa, leaving me to weep silently. "You probably don't know this yet, but your grandpa is terribly sick. Once he dies, Rose will become the new CEO of Gardner Corporation. At least now he'll have someone to keep him company in the afterlife," Michael said with a smirk, unable to hide the ambition and greed in his eyes. Then, he took out the butterfly knife I had gifted him and began cutting away a piece of my flesh—the part that contained the matching tattoo we had gotten together.

Night crawlers were creatures that dwelt in darkness, they were flesh-eating monsters that had no mercy and saw fear and anything related to it as entertainment. There were huge ones and ones that were as tiny as an ant. But they all shared the same evil qualities. Lin tried to swallow the pain but it was not easy. She stood to her feet and stretched her arms in front of her like a blind person trying to find her way. She could tell that the others had gone ahead and that she was left behind but what could she do? Tears trickled down her face and she moved slowly. She was so scared, she could literally hear the night crawlers, and they were getting closer.

Everything he walked by, her heart skipped a beat and she got mental pictures from that night. Tyrell on the other hand didn't seem the slightest bit bothered. He acted like nothing happened between them. He acted so different from the night they hooked up, it was like he wasn't even the same person. It was another Monday and the night before, Kaitlyn and Sarah had stayed up really late watching TV. They had binge-watched a series they had both been missing out on because of work and now, Kaitlyn was regretting it. She was now at work and she was finding it hard to stay awake. She placed her head on her desk to rest a little and before she knew it, she dozed off.

I half asked, half yelled back, as my eyes widened. Dang it! Chris rolled his eyes, "you " he began, pointing at me, before taking a sip and gulping, "are going to be in deep trouble dumbass. Dad is going to freak out when he finds out you haven't even started," Chris replied with an amused chuckle, "Bad day to be you." Bolting out of my seat, I took my phone out, scrolling through the contacts, Eduardo must be free. "Who are you calling?" Chris asked, coming back from the fridge with the remaining half of a cake in his hands. He grabbed a knife, carefully slicing a large piece as I replied, "Garden Grounds."