Night Evolution Novels & Stories

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

We enjoyed our company_our haven of peace, even if it was for a little while. I didn't realize that I had drifted into a nap. “I was lying on a cold, hard bed. It was cold, just too cold. I kept turning and tossing, only to wake up in a murky room. It was so dark that I felt blind, voices whispered in an eerie tone. I felt goosebumps on the back of my neck, I was scared and alone. Just when I felt I couldn't bear the whispers that tormented me, I heard my father's voice:

He knew that when the sun dipped below the horizon and night fell, she would head for that water. ​Ethan would not stop in his quest for the book Scarlett held, and Alex would do whatever it took to keep her safe... even if it meant breaking the laws of the pack. ​As night fell, a profound silence blanketed the camp while everyone slept. With careful steps and knowing glances, Scarlett and Leslie slipped out of their tents, heading toward the lake under the starry sky. They didn't realize that, from a distance, a large wolf was following them through the shadows. It was Ethan, who had decided to watch Scarlett from his lupine form, his eyes fixed on his target.

She tore through my every rule, rocked my world, and knocked me on my ass. There’s only one problem…she lied.+ Turns out my best friend’s little sister isn’t so little anymore. Everly I stole a night with my fantasy. Lied to him. After ten years of not seeing each other, Niko doesn’t even recognize me. So I take what I want from him, what I need from him. Without worry. Without consequence. What I didn’t count on was the lingering need for him. Once the truth is out, the game changes. There are consequences.

Or their carers. Grayson scraped his broad-spanned hand through the thickness of his hair. I stared in fascination at the deep grooves his fingers left behind. I started to think about those long, tanned fingers gliding down the bare skin of my arm, or my legs... I shivered and then swallowed thickly and quickly realigned my shoulders and spine back into a stiff don’t-mess-with-me pose. It’s kind of become my default posture in life, to be honest. Always bracing myself for a fight. I had no idea why I was suddenly fantasizing about Grayson Barlowe’s fingers on my body. It’d been a long time since I’d been intimate with anyone but surely I could find someone a little more suitable than my num

Madison’s POV Bip bip Bip bip bip Bippppp Why are my mornings always like this? Why can’t I ever sleep peacefully?, It feel like my brain contents were being ran through a meat grinder. Graphic? I know. I can feel the bright presence of the sun rays on my face, I must have forgotten to pull down the blinds yesterday, did I mention that my head was killing me? My demonic phone must think it’s at an audition with this enthusiastic performance it’s giving…Oh God, why won’t it shut up!!!

A sigh of relief escaped my lips, and I let my neck fall backward to the wall and closed my eyes, relieved. My chest heaved up and down. My tank top and my hair were glued to me due to sweat. Suddenly, a wave of drowsiness ran through my body. My eyelids became heavy again. I shook my head and opened my eyes, only to see the room circling around me. Black spots came into my vision and before I knew it, I was falling unconscious again.

Damian's pov I walked out of the walk-in closet, fastening my wristwatch. As I shifted slightly, I spotted sprawled on the edge of my bed, her dark hair cascading over the sheets like a waterfall of shadows. The confusion on her face as she stirred awake. It was a sight I had come expect but still found oddly endearing. "Nora's already headed to school. You can sleep in," I said, my voice low and husky, cutting through the morning stillness. The way she shuddered at the sound made something stir within me.

Exactly as Lydia promised. He checked his watch. Not yet. A little longer. Soon. Very soon. Inside the apartment, Eva was still talking. Completely unaware. "I keep having nightmares." Lydia looked up. "What kind?" Eva's expression darkened. "About him." Adrian. Neither needed to say the name. "I dream that he's standing in my room." Lydia shivered. "Eva..." "And every time I wake up, I think he's there." Her voice cracked slightly.

BRING IT TO THE SHADOW MARKET AT MIDNIGHT, OR THE BATTERY WILL BE DRAINED TO ZERO. Verina looked down at the obsidian ring on her finger, the stone feeling like a piece of frozen fire, she realized then that the "Stolen Night" hadn't been about a contract, or a marriage, or even a corporate merger. It had been about a transfusion that was twenty years in the making, and she was the only one who could decide if the Vane legacy ended with a whimper or a world-shattering explosion.