Night Evolution Novels & Stories

Overcoming his trepidation, the boy tentatively accepted the dagger, prompting a smile from Damien. *** Her eyelids fluttered open, struggling to adjust to the sudden brightness of the room. Avery rubbed her eyes and surveyed her surroundings. Noticing the medical equipment beside her, she gazed at the ceiling, lost in thought as memories of the previous night's incident flooded back. A dull ache permeated her back and neck, prompting her to glance around the room. Realizing she was in a hospital, and finding herself alone in the room, Avery sat up. As the door swung open, she turned to face the nurse, who froze in surprise upon seeing her.

To lessen his impact, the Nightmare Master put him to sleep, forcing him to use his frequencies to spy on people, among other things. Frequency runs every bit of technology you see, from the nightmare eye in the sky to even everyday devices that people use. He controls every bit of it, but even with all that control, he's not in control. The Nightmare Master forced him into a coma and hid him in the middle of Nightmare Land so he could use his frequencies. He gets released like us, but it's not exactly the same. He's still stuck in a coma, but he's able to use his frequencies however he wants during the month he's free.

His clothes were rumpled, and there were stains on his hands that I recognized as various compounds he used in his work. Todd settled into a vacant seat at the table, clutching a stack of papers covered in his cramped handwriting and detailed sketches. He looked around at the assembled Alphas, clearly intimidated by being in such powerful company. "Good evening, honored Alphas," Todd greeted them with a slight bow of his head. "Thank you for your patience." "What have you discovered?" I prompted, wanting to move things along. Todd spread his papers out on the table where everyone could see. "I have been conducting extensive research on the nightwalker evolution. Specifically, comparing the t

Not long after, Evelyn slipped into a light sleep—only to fall straight into a nightmare. She dreamed of that winter years ago, when she’d been locked outside because she’d passed her entrance exams at sixteen. Aurora had shut her out. The wind had howled. The snow had stung. Even her bones had ached. She had crouched beneath the eaves, curled into a tight ball. Survive. She had to survive. She had to live long enough to clear her parents’ names. On the bed— Nicholas hadn’t fallen asleep. His phone screen glowed beside him. He picked it up. A message from Graham.

The morning light fell softly into the hidden chamber, illuminating the smooth steel walls and the rows of sealed data drives. But all eyes were on the small, gold-flecked pod where Eve’s successor—this new life—had just awakened. Damien, Aurora, and Null stood in a half-circle, heartbeats synchronized in anticipation.

After midnight, the city tested the house the way a patient tests a healed scar. Dreams came to the cousins first. Chairs tilted. Bells rang in halls that had sworn not to. A woman who had survived three winters by washing other people’s grief out of shirts woke to find her hands folded as if in prayer. A boy sat up with a scream he forgave himself for before breath had finished apologizing. Silas, in his room, put a hand to his chest and admired the instrument he had tuned even as he refused to name it aloud: The Vigil of Keeps—a citywide sleep in which appetites could be sanctified without mess. In the Valehart study, where the lamp learned green nightly and the hinge had the sill, Evelyn

Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted across this dark, lifeless plain. In a different plane lied a primordial creature of the night finding solace in the eternal night that plagued his castle, the whistle and Chimes of fate had stirred his old blood awake. He knew that times were finally changing, and it seemed he had to get back to the game. "I wonder how Netherndel is faring, it's time I get back" his deep red eyes shone with a dangerous glint as he looked across the darkness, his eyes seemed to bypass the veil between planes for his gaze had a godly presence that came with it.

I usually set my alarm for 7 am, then head out to help prepare Gavin's family breakfast. I opened my eyes wide as I realized that my bottom was in a lot of pain. I bit my lower lip, and my memory reflexively rewound. Last night wasn't a dream. Gavin's warm caress was still there. He really came for me and filled my night with warmth. It was not like before that I thought that what Gavin had done last night was a dream. But what if it was just a dream? I turned my head slowly to confirm who was sleeping beside me. For a moment, I rounded my eyes to stare at the man who was still asleep under the blanket with a shady face. I shook my head, unable to believe what the man was doing.

After nearly a week at the Ritz, Nevaeh realized that her old habits were back. She was sleeping maybe two hours a night. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t get comfortable in her sleep and kept rolling over, searching for Aiden. She wished that she could calm the voices in her head. The ones that warned her that maybe she’d overreacted and that she should go back and try one more time to make Aiden see reason.

She tilted her head, looking at Liana with a relaxed, casual curiosity in her dark eyes. ​"So..." Nina started, a subtle smirk playing on her lips. " what really happened last night? Who did you spend the night with?" ​Liana was mid-bite, and the question made her choke instantly. She coughed into her napkin, her eyes watering as she scrambled to grab her glass of water and take a quick gulp. ​"omg Nina! Its not what you think!" Liana stammered, setting the glass back down. "Oh yeah?" Nina smirtked smugly "then tell me where you went last night".