Hood Nights Novels & Stories

"What the hell is going on? I don't know either." "Mahira, you must remember something, right? Can you explain everything to me? I really don't remember anything. I didn't go straight home last night because I was invited by my office friends to a bar to celebrate one of our friend's birthdays. I remember that I had a drink there, but after that, I don't remember anything anymore other than I felt calm that night," Adam explained. Adam's face was no less panicked. I could catch the honesty in Adam's eyes. I was sure Adam hadn't done this on purpose. But is it really true that he doesn't remember anything about what we did together last night?

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. Mommy misspoke." I tousled my daughter's hair, gazing into her green eyes, and let out a deep sigh. Harrison's POV In the dead of night, when the entire city was engulfed in slumber, the most luxurious club in the city, Good Nights, was alive with excitement. At this moment, the men from the most renowned families had gathered under dim lights, holding glasses of alcohol, swaying to the music. The person at the center of attention was none other than Peter Rufus. Tonight was his bachelor party, celebrating his last moments of single life.

Midnight comes as perfect black, the true companion of every good night. It deepens over a broad and starlight sky, a sweet embrace and a fresh chance to dream anew. That was the time when Joshua Hong arrived at the Hong residence. He didn't had the chance to go back at his hotel and get his cellphone.

“Oh, this is juicy.” Kieran stumbles back, snow crunching under his boots. His chest heaves as his breath ceases. “Nova, let me explain.” Sloane’s laugh slices through the cold. She enters the light; her white fur coat glows under the Blood Moon. Diamonds drip from her ears, each one screaming money. “Too late, little wolf. The Blood Moon rises tonight.” Kieran frowned. “That's not true; it can't be tonight.” “Do you think I am lying?” She flicks her wrist and stares at her watch. “The countdown is 03:59:47. My daddy has already chosen your wedding suit.”

I told Leon as I parked outside the club. Nocturne was unlike any other place in the city—a werewolf-only sanctuary owned by the Hawthornes. Getting through its doors required an invitation and an expensive yearly membership, which guaranteed privacy, luxury, and indulgence without the presence of human eyes. Its walls were thick with secrecy, music pulsing low enough to be intimate, high enough to mask whispered deals and primal challenges. Tonight, I wasn’t here for pleasure. I was here to end a threat.

2:00 AM. The exclusive VIP lounge of "Nocturne," the most sought-after bar in town. Three men lounged around a glass table, their eyes fixed on Liam Hart, who sat in a single-seater sofa, silent and brooding. The dim, golden glow of the room barely softened the sharp tension in the air. Preston Whitmore yawned, stretching his arms lazily. "Alright, someone explain what the hell is going on. You drag us out here at this ungodly hour, and now you’re just sitting there, brooding like a tragic hero. Are we supposed to drink,

Tonight was the Gathering of wolves. It was a full moon, and I’d skipped out on the last three years due to Onyx being missing, but Dante had texted an idea. Maybe if I spent more time in my element, he would be able to break through whatever barrier held him back. I wasn’t walking into tonight with any expectations. Not in regard to Onyx anyways. Rosa on the hand, well she would be at my mercy tonight after her little display this morning. When I’d called Alpha Xaden, he was more than happy to save Rosa and I a seat. I was grateful that Blood Moon was willing to host this year since Alpha Xaden and I were allies prior to the attack.

"Hey, pretty lady." A male voice said, causing me to stare at the person who owns the voice. It's Christmas night, and the only thing that does happen during Christmas night around this area is for young single souls to match themselves up with any other single soul they find across the street. Well! I guess this is what I'm going to do. "Hi," Cornelia replied while trying not to behave annoyingly. "Hey. I'm Kenny Salvador. The guy who can give you a great time." The guy said, before disgustingly winking at me.

Either way, this is a very old farmhouse and parts of it were made in the 1800’s so chances are there are spirits hanging around it. One night, I remember something so strange that I will never forget it for the rest of my life. It was about 10 p.m. and there was a full moon out. It was lighting up the whole living room, so I didn’t need the little light on in the dining room that night for once.