Novel & Cerita Horror Nights Characters

Jess had already hated night, but now she feared and hated them, she couldn’t sleep, sure that ever noise she heard was the arrival of the monster. Xavier had hidden his interaction with the human, by only visiting her at night and making sure to wash up after visiting the cells. When Sarah had eventually caught him, he thought that he was done for, but he was an Alpha, he simply just ordered her to not mention anything to anyone, that included the other alphas. So, with nothing in his way, he kept on terrorizing his mate. Making her cry didn’t affect him the more he did it either and soon he was Jess’s biggest fear down in the cells.

"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.

Sofia reached out and killed the lights in the room. "Don't you think we should at least leave the lights on?" he asked. "Getting terrified already?" she asked, chuckling. "I never knew you hated horror movies." "I watched them twice with Alessandro when we were kids," he admitted. "He made me watch it with him, and I was so terrified." Sofia burst into laughter. "Macho Man is scared of horror movies." "Let's get into the movie," Alexander muttered.

I woke with a gasp, my heart hammering in my chest. The terror of the nightmare lingered, and I sucked in air, trying desperately to calm down. Every night, it was the same. I was standing in the dark woods, and there across the clearing stood Matt. Only, I never got to him in time. I ran and screamed, begging him to get away, but Ronan always appeared to tear out his heart. I’d have to watch him fall to his knees, blood staining the snow.

Ayleen and Victor were unconscious during Charlotte’s shift which would explain why they were as clueless as him as to what happened to everyone around them. Now, Charlotte is out there in the woods with not only the werewolves, weretigers and werecats but also the weredragons, vampires and sirens. “So she might be a royal?” Theo asks sceptically. “Yeah...” Azraiel has no idea how to explain it all when he himself can’t understand this. It’s silent for a moment. “We really need to find that Austin Jones aka Richard.” Theo mumbles as he squints his eyes to see if he can see anyone coming near.

As I awoke screaming at the monsters attacking me, Nick and Kover hovered over me, pressing and pinning me to the bed. They felt their hunger fade away as they drained Charlotte's body of blood. Their lips were painted in a dark crimson that ran down their chins, allowing drops to fall from their faces and paint the corpse beneath them.

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

Even if it were a vampire…it’s not him. Though he’s old enough. And powerful enough. And has been asking me a lot of questions about covens and magic. “What are we going to do?” Evander asks. “First thing,” Tabatha starts, “is issue a curfew. All the murders have been done at night.” Shit. Another reason to suspect a vampire. But then where do the creepy visions, the demon in the woods, and that thing lurking around my house fit into this? I’m certain they’re connected to the witches’ deaths…I just don’t know how.

“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?”