Night Evolution Novels & Stories

Guilty conscience, indeed. "Of course, I've been sleeping here. If you hadn't woken me, I probably would've slept till the end of my shift," I replied nonchalantly. Veronica chuckled, "Have some water. I won't disturb your sleep any longer." She left a glass of water and departed. Watching her retreating figure, I pulled out the recorder from my pocket and smiled faintly. The next time I worked the night shift, neither Dr. McCartney nor Veronica were present. Strange, where could they have gone?

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.

Emergency meetings like this were common, as it was expected that she would learn the family business. Amanda woke up with a terrible headache. Checking her phone, she realized it had been almost forty-eight hours since she last heard from Roberth. She didn’t feel good about it. She opened her delivery app and ordered her vegan breakfast. Her mother was a bundle of worries about her husband. Sarah parked the car on the side of the parking lot, followed by Roberth. They both entered the complex in complete silence. What could they expect from a situation like this? Roberth looked at Sarah and questioned:

Fortunately, they are not that intelligent to think about that. "I'll go to sleep," Delorah said after her hair was dried. "I'll tuck you in, young lady," Pauline answered and she put Delorah to sleep. While they are asleep, the moon is slowly eaten by a back entity in the sky. The nightfall, the bright night is slowly darkening to pitch black. Only the light from the fences is lighting the pitch-black night right now. In the middle of the night, Delorah was awakened by a strange breathiness and her chest hurts like her heart was ripped into pieces.

EVAN Night in Rome doesn’t arrive like it does at home. It doesn’t dim. It doesn’t soften. It drops. One moment the city is still loud with late dinners and scooters and tourists who don’t know when to stop filming each other. The next, the streets narrow into shadow, and the sound changes pitch—less laughter, more footsteps, more doors closing, more engines idling too long. Hospitals have their own version of night. Not darkness—routine. The lights stay the same. The hallways stay bright. The beeping becomes the soundtrack you stop noticing until it changes and your entire body reacts before your mind catches up.

She felt weird thinking that she and Zach kissed while her body was covered in someone’s blood. Several minutes passed, and she was done. Nevea changed into an oversized t-shirt with short pants. Before resting her body, she remained silent for five minutes without thinking about anything. It helped her to sleep without the disturbance of nightmares. Nevea then raised her blanket and went under it. She counted from one to a hundred and fell asleep at number eighty. For the past hours, she slept soundly, but then she started moving around in her bed. Her face contorted in confusion as though she was thinking deeply in her sleep.

"Initiate the Blackout Protocol. If they want to audit me, let’s see how they do it in the dark." Suddenly, every light in the county—the porch light, the SUV's sensors, even the distant town's glow—died. The only thing left was the bioluminescent blue pulsing from the "Chronicle" on the Traveler’s arm in the distance, and the terrifying, silent scream of a mother ready to kill for her child.

But outside, Nevan was a ghost. Every time a guard rotated, every time a technician went for a break, Nevan shifted his position. He was leaving "gifts" in the base’s systems—localized bursts of the Sovereign’s energy he had harvested from the basement. He was planting seeds of chaos in their firewalls, waiting for the moment to bloom. Finally, as the base's artificial "night" cycle began, Vance left the interrogation wing, leaving only Nevan and two Echo Soldiers to guard my cell. Nevan waited until the footsteps faded. He didn't turn to look at me. He kept his eyes on the hallway.

Even in his manor where those children would often make noise, so there wasn’t such a perfect place to meditate was this spot he found. The spiritual energy in the Night-Blooming Garden was stronger than at any other point in the Cloud City. According to a legend, the reason for this was that the souls of the fallen guardians rested in the flowers until they, too, could reincarnate. Ler believed it was more likely true, therefore any changes in the blooming flowers aroused his interest. The answer, however, would remain a mystery as it should be. He was musing over this as he made his way back to the road, when suddenly someone came running to his direction.

“In their castle beyond night Gather the Gods in Darkness, With darkness to pattern man’s fate. The colors of darkness are no monotonous hue- For the blackness of Evil knows various shades, Full many as Evil has names.” Karl Edward Wagner