Night Evolution Novels & Stories

Yanking against the restraints, he jerks his head forward and back over and over, until Tabatha drops the bowl. “Stop!” she cries. “He can’t…his body can’t…he needs to take a break.” With tears running down her face, she goes up to her only son and places her hand on his head. “Somnum,” she whispers, and the sleeping spell takes effect immediately. Evander’s body slumps forward, head hanging against his chest. I can feel Ruth’s eyes on me, but she’s not stupid. She knows how dire the stakes are right now, and shifting her attention away from Evander will make her look heartless in the eyes of the coven. I know she’s heartless, but the rest don’t.

Red eyes are glowing in the dark and a wail burst out of nowhere. ******** N’s POV I wake hyperventilating and wailing inside my coffin. I forcefully open the casket and the room is dark. Checking the time and it reads 8:00 pm. I should be celebrating that I made it through another night, but I hate waking up because of nightmares; especially the same one about that cop. But I have no time to get angry or scared, I needed to do my regular night routine. I get up from my coffin, then I closed it—putting it back in the closet. Head to bathroom and take a shower. After getting done with that, I go back to the closet and find clothes to wear.

Do not ask about things that you cannot bear to know less. Niva always loved to stay in front of the ocean it helps her to forgot for a moment her past, she can't sleep because she was and still having the same nightmares every night. She saw her father in the floor and blood everywhere and she turn her head to saw her mother with tears in her eyes.

Night did not fall over the estate so much as it settled into it, slow and deliberate, pressing against the walls like an unseen presence that had every intention of staying. The lights dimmed automatically as evening protocols engaged, security shifting seamlessly into its nocturnal rhythm, but nothing about the atmosphere suggested rest. It felt suspended, as though time itself had paused to watch what would happen next.

Mary's POV The night was a heavy one. I could not sleep. The thought of what had happened at Lucius's school played through my mind on a loop, refusing to give me any peace. I lay there staring at the ceiling, turning it over and over until the darkness outside my window began to soften into grey. It was Sophia. It had to be. She was the only one who knew which school Lucius attended. I remembered that clearly from the hospital incident. I whispered it to myself like a conclusion, like saying it out loud would somehow settle the unrest inside me.

I don't know how to live without her in my life. Mom and Dad came to see Clay and I after the meeting last night. They tried to keep me hopeful and it worked for a while. It worked until I had to go back to our room alone. It worked until I had to get ready for bed without her. It worked until I had to crawl into an ice cold bed. I barely slept last night and when I did, I was tormented with dreams of her that quickly turned into nightmares of her suffering at the hands of her captors. I awoke with a start. I couldn't move for a few moments. I was hoping that what I saw was a figment of my brain and not what was really happening or would happen to her. I drug myself out of bed and showered a

Then the thoughts began to unfold, but for one reason or the other, the ghostly call was left out. She remembered the last night her mom was around, before traveling. Baron was awake all night, writing farm records, jotting expenditures, sales and management records of his ranch. He was calling people and receiving calls, sending and receiving e-mails. The three of them were together in the living room for a long time before Juana and her mother left him there, and Juana had slept in her parents' room and in her mother's arms that night. It felt like she was a rainbow about to clear away from the dark sky. Or a thick drop of oil fast melting away with the merciless scorching heat of the morn

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

Then suddenly Lauren stopped, her legs buckling beneath her like her batteries had abruptly died. “Lauren!” Karen cried, catching her as she fell. Lauren’s head lolled backward, her eyes closed, her breath deep and even. She was asleep. Karen carefully lowered her to the ground, where Lauren turned onto her left side and tucked her hands underneath her face, like she always had since she was very small. Her mother sat beside her, stroking her hair, and let the tears she’d been suppressing fall. She knew that Joe was never coming home. Karen opened her eyes and was startled to discover that it was night. She’d fallen asleep on the porch. Her neck hurt from resting against the hard metal and n

Bianca smiled, glad that her best friend was planning a surprise for her, maybe there was hope for their friendship she thought as they rushed out when Adrian kept honking and yelling at them to hurry up. They started their journey to the cabin. “Pregame?” Giana asked as she brought out a bottle of vodka from her bag pack. “Hell yeah!” Adrian said as he grabbed the bottle. “I don't think the driver should be drinking.” Bianca started. “I also thought we left our parents back at home, yet here you are.” Adrian mocked, everyone laughed, as he took a drink handed the bottle to Matteo, who was sitting shotgun. The group was drinking, smoking weed, yelling, and laughing. Even the uptight Bianca h