Hood Nights Novels & Stories

Since she wanted to try something, she toom it as a chance. Could it be possible for grim reapers to knock? She did heard that her kind can touch something when the clock strikes at three in the morning because that is where they get their bodies... or soul, be active. A small smile crept on her lips for the first time after two decades. To her surprise, Shane opened the door. "I see, it's you," She said. "Your time is up, Shane Hoseinzade. You lived wonderfully," She slashed her scythe on his neck but to her surprise, the scythe went through Shane and wasn't able to harm him.

“The pier. Where it all started. Where we made a baby.” He hummed against my skin. “Possibly the best night of my life.” “You know I was staying pretty much next door to where you live?” “Don’t tell me that,” he said with a groan. I turned in his arms. “The W.” A growl of frustration left him and his forehead fell against mine. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” “Yeah.” “Yeah,” he said with a shake of his head. He turned me slightly. “You can’t see from this angle, but on the other side of the second tower of this complex is the W. It literally is right next door.”

Landon is still unconscious. Dr. Patel is doing everything he can to help him, but no one really knows when he will wake up, or if he will ever wake up. Larry comes by everyday to spend some time with his son, and the dark circles around his eyes are worsening. He barely sleeps three hours a day. "Mr. Higgins, you look pale. How many hours of sleep have you had since your son got admitted?" A concerned nurse asked. "I'm fine. I need to be here for my son." He responded.

WITH ONLY one day left to Halloween, the people of Cape Cod were already setting into the mood of the Oktoberfest event. House yards were filled with spooky figures like white cloths to represent ghosts and the jack-o'-lanterns of course. Jake had stashed the book inside a compartment in his room, hoping the degenerate creatures of the dark would not find it. Certainly, there had to be a way to destroy all of them with the book and not just lifting it up in front of them when they showed up.

We said we couldn't date each other's brothers; there was no rule that said we couldn't fantasize about them. Ugh. I was going to hell, wasn't I? "Hey, my parents' anniversary is today so they're going away for the night and Asher just texted me saying that he's throwing a party tonight. You're still coming over right?" Harper asked as we finished our final class of the day. Shit. Their parents were going out of town and he's throwing a party. There would be alcohol there and I sometimes couldn't handle myself around that crap. I was also still fantasizing over a guy I couldn't have and when I mixed alcohol with my emotions, it could get ugly.

“Get off the house if you ain’t gonna pay!” The drunk landlord was getting on her nerves. Fanny pushed the door of her apartment open, it has been lonely without Eve, she’d missed her craziness and even her nightmares. She’d the room to herself but it wasn’t all like it with her. After that night, she couldn’t reach her or heard anything about her. She’d cut her completely out of her life. Someone, she called her best friend. The room was dark so she flipped the lights on and remained rooted to the ground with her back against the wall, staring at the single bed, there was a man on the bed with a cigarette in his mouth which he smokes effortlessly.

THE rain had stopped just before dawn, leaving Dilim City drowned in silver reflections and smoke-colored fog. Although the Nacht Territory had always been dark, every sunset, a faint light could be seen at the horizon. Hevian again witnessed the chaotic charm of the Midnight District as if it breathed with dangerous life. The magic of the Moon Festival was suddenly gone. Instantly, as if it never happened. He'd long been used to it. Inside the council chamber on the Midnight Fortress, Hevian adjusted the black clasp of his cloak while Fang stood before the enormous window overlooking the city. Traxan, Fang's Beta, immediately excused himself as he saw him approaching his father.

This is fucked up. Why does it have to be now? On my celebration night, when most dorms are empty, on a fucking full moon night—and instead of me sipping alcohol, which we all pretend is punch soda to the matron and patron, who probably just choose to ignore us, sing whatever camp song it is teens sing in England, and roast marshmallows—I’m being haunted by Aiden, who is a master at all things dark and an expert at sneaking around. He would find me.

Just go on, freeze to death for all I care! I clamped my hands over my daughter's ears, acting like I could not hear a thing either. I dialed a number, and before long, a driver showed up to whisk my daughter and me away. Good thing, too—taxis were a rare find on New Year's Eve. The driver dropped us at a hotel, and I went all out, ordering a feast fit for a queen. Stuffed and satisfied, my daughter and I settled by the panoramic window, gazing at the fireworks bursting in the night sky. I even squeezed in a call to my ex, just to confirm one thing.

The banquet ended past midnight. Luke sat in the front passenger seat of his Rolls-Royce, pressing his index finger against his temple. He had long, artist's fingers. The glow of the streetlights cast just the right shadow over his face, making his nose bridge more prominent. He looked like a sculpture straight out of a museum. "It's late now. The curfew would already be in effect by the time you return to your dorm."