Night Evolution Novels & Stories

No one argues. The night ends without violence. No tremors. No fractures. Just the quiet hum of something ancient stirring beneath the earth. Northfall isn’t a scar. It’s a foundation. And the question isn’t whether convergence happens. It’s who defines it. Lilith wants awakening. Ashcroft wanted annihilation. I want integration. And somewhere beneath that northern ridge— The First Flame waits.

****************Blake Pov************** When the shorthand on the clock hit seven and the long hand pointed at twelve, I stared away from the wall clock and looked at the door. Then I rolled over, laid on my back, and slowly shut my eyelids, blinking as my eyes adjusted to the bright chandelier light. It was hard to fall asleep when Nero was haunting my dreams, and it was even irresistible to ignore his scent, even though I was trying to since he arrived home a few hours ago.

My lawyer husband, Chester Stratton, and our five-year-old son were kidnapped. By the time I arrived, the bomb had already detonated, and they were reduced to ashes before my eyes. My older sister, a prosecutor, had tried to help me track down the culprit, yet even she was captured and tortured to death. Everyone said my ruthless methods had earned me too many enemies, that they had suffered because of me. They said I should have been the one to die. Even the Criminal Investigation Division stripped me of my position. For three years, I secretly hunted for the mastermind. Until one day, my investigation led me to a restaurant. There, I saw my husband, my son, and my sister—the three peop

Like moths to a flame, all sorts of supernaturals are attracted to the Ley line. Becoming assholes is the least of the people of Thorne Hill’s worries. They’re about to become the feast of a demonic army. “How do we close it?” I ask Evander, but the only response I get is a blank stare. “I haven’t the slightest clue,” he finally says. The banshee circles again, screaming so loud it echoes inside our heads, rattling the glass windows of the house.

I'm sure the main thing in my partner's psyche is Loren, on the grounds that finding out he was erased shocked him to the extreme; on the other hand, to Justin tensed and looked over his shoulder, saying "what should I do?" She started to say something like, "Uh... She and I have decided to stay at this hotel for the night because you never know how jet lagged you'll get. In my opinion—alcohol usually wakes me up when I take a sip, so you should be able to go to sleep tonight and get up on time the next day, I think you'll have your biological clock slowed down. Travis made a strong argument. If it works for you, I don't know if it's real.

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

⸻ Evelynn woke before dawn, the cabin dim and still around her. The fire in her veins pulsed gently, like a quiet heartbeat reminding her it was alive, watching, waiting. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, shivering as the cold stone floor pressed against her feet. Aiden was already awake, sitting by the window, silver eyes scanning the forest outside. He didn’t turn when she spoke. “Couldn’t sleep?” “I’m… thinking,” she admitted. “About last night. About controlling it, controlling me. What if I make a mistake?”

The Blue Ridge Pack, the Crimson Moon Pack, and the Shadow Creek Pack, which I had just conquered, were scattered around them. “This time will be different,” I said, more to myself than to Marcus. “This time I won’t fail.” The door opened and Vesper entered, carrying a thick folder. She looked tired—dark circles under her eyes, her pale skin even paler than usual. But I didn't care. She had chosen to stand by my side, and now she had to bear the consequences. “I have the latest report on the Nightveil patrol rotation,” she said, placing the folder on the table. “There’s a small gap in the eastern sector between 2 and 4 a.m. The gap only lasts two hours before the next shift arrives.”

Gratitude swells within him, knowing that this moment of vulnerability had been contained within the trusted circle of his hopeful mates. After the intense events of the night, Naida retired to their shared tent, seeking solace and rest. Meanwhile, Tritan and Finrir concluded their watch shift without coment, each lost in their own thoughts. As the soft hues of the waystick transformed into a subtle shade of purple, indicating the passing of an hour past midnight, they roused Lucious and Markous to take over the next watch shift.

Nadia's POV I stood in the bathroom at three in the morning staring at my reflection and wondered if I would ever sleep again. Dark circles shadowed my eyes and my hair stuck up in directions that defied gravity. Ethan had woken four times since midnight and my body felt like it was held together by coffee and my willpower. I had experienced this same thing sleepless night with Elena, Aiden, and Lyra but Ethan was different because he was a preemie.