Night Evolution Novels & Stories

"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

I flip the lamp switch on and I glimpse at the alarm clock, “This can't be. What is the probability that this is also a coincidence?” It's 2:00 AM again. I woke up at exactly 2:00 AM the previous night after having a nightmare about the old lady, and today I woke up at the exact time as yesterday after having a nightmare about the same old.

She closes the door, but leaves it open just a crack so the hallway light spills in like a promise. Then she goes to bed, and then it’s my turn. I am patient. I have always been patient. I wait until his breathing slows, until his eyelids flutter, until the small sounds of a waking world fade into the rhythm of sleep. Then I move closer. Not too close. The blanket is his fortress. I cannot cross it. But I can stand at the foot of his bed and watch. Tonight, the nightmare is a bad one.

After dealing with the paraphernalia of the authorities lifting my mother's corpse, near dusk, I had managed to get Enzo and Giulia to sleep in my room, Adriano's idiot was nowhere to be seen, so I decided to steal a high-end vodka from the collection I had in the bar. There were too many memories in my head, too many questions and I couldn't help but think about how our lives had changed, so I kept drinking until I couldn't, and before I ended up dead in the pool, I got up to go to sleep and halfway I heard the incarnation of the devil talking on the phone.

“Broken night?” Janice questioned. She had been led in as usual, and sat, still cuffed, across the table from Byron. “Hmm?” Byron looked at her, appearing confused. “That's what my mom used to call it when nightmares or something kept waking you up— a broken night.” “Oh,” now he began to understand. “Yeah, it looks like you had one.” “You could say that for sure.” “That's okay, I did too. I was dreaming about Lacey all night, Lacey and that damn snake.”

Jess’s POV Only the unlucky get attacked on the night of their honeymoon, and it turned out I was one of those unlucky ones. I struggled to pry my eyes open, and it felt like they’d been closed for eternity. My body felt paralyzed, and my head throbbed a lot. Once I finally got my eyes to open, I turned my neck slowly to look around me, but there was no one.

But his Charger was his baby, just like my Harley was mine. I took the lead and River rode beside me, while Cruz followed us. So far, I didn't see any members of Nightshade or anything suspicious, but that wasn't to say that the threat wasn't there. But it was late, and Nightshade had probably finished patrolling for the night. One could only hope. But I refused to live my life in fear. We made a left turn, and the night was gorgeous. Hot already, even though it was nice. But wolf-shifters didn't feel the heat or the cold like humans. The stars were out, but the moon wouldn't be out again until the Summer Solstice in June.