Night Moves Supernatural Novels & Stories

The battlefield, bathed in moonlight, became a crucible where destinies clashed, and the outcome of the war hung in the balance. Dylan, the orchestrator of vampiric power, raised his hand, signaling the commencement of the supernatural display. The night erupted into a kaleidoscope of dark energies, each elder channeling their unique abilities into the maelstrom. Silas, drawing upon his centuries-old expertise, sought to decipher the nature of the impending onslaught.

I pointed at him accusingly and he burst out laughing. “Eish! I should have known! How dare you?” I wanted to hit him but he was driving so I kept my hand to myself, scoffing in annoyance. “Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way.” He apologized, briefly glancing at me. “The full moon night is when all supernaturals will be out in their supernatural state. Well, it is dangerous for the vampires because they are in their most vulnerable state and any human in sight could.., well, be taken as an object of satisfaction.”

The nightmare tore through my consciousness like shattered glass. Blood-soaked walls. Screaming children. Santa Muerte's skeletal form hovering over twin beds. "They're coming," the death saint whispered. I jolted awake, my skin glowing with an eerie blue light. The security monitors flickered and died. "Mommy?" Sofia's voice crackled through the baby monitor. "Luna's crying." Three explosions rocked the compound. The front gates groaned. "Stay in your room!" I grabbed my phone, already running. "Lock the door!"

I saw a subtle tension of his body as he spoke as if he was reminiscing of the time he spent as one. "Haven't you noticed they attack only at night? It's when they're most powerful other than on blood moons." I looked around and saw some people starting to stop and stare at us curiously. I wondered if the population here was just significantly smaller than my own pack or if most of them had simply been wiped out by Dark Ones. The thought made a chill run down my spine. I spotted a kid hiding behind their mother and staring up at us wide eyed. Lyra was looking as well and I wondered if she was thinking about her own children.

I WATCHED MY HANDS stitch up the new corpse on the table. These twins were among the thousands that ended up here since the Nightmare Master has been trying to use my ability to create a knight in your army. Thankfully, the best I can do is those horrendous curfew bots that need both my and Invent’s abilities to keep living. The Nightmare Master was definitely not satisfied, but I don't know what to tell him. I was about halfway finished stitching this man's arm on when I felt the night my master give me back control.

Afterwards I decide to go back upstairs and rest for the remainder of the evening. Night falls, and with it a thunderstorm stirs up. Lightening cracks and for some reason outside of my bedroom, I swear I see sinister red eyes peering in at me. Feel like it must be the exhaustion of the day. I close the blinds, turn on N*****x. I feel dread again as a precaution. I make sure the house is locked up with the deadbolts he installed. I also lock my room to make sure I am extra safe. I snuggle up with a blanket and put on the TV. I change my mind about N*****x and put on “Discovery of Witches” on A****n Prime. Wishing I could find a man like Matthew.

Usopp's chilling laughter reverberated through the darkness, signaling that the quiet town would forever bear the scars of this supernatural onslaught. The residents, united in their struggle against the undead, held onto hope amidst the encroaching darkness. In their hearts, a spark of defiance ignited against the eternal night that sought to engulf them. The battle for Greenhills had just begun, and the outcome remained uncertain in the face of supernatural malevolence.

By the time I got back to the packhouse, it was already after dark and I went into the living room where Lucas, Jude and Aria were watching the News. I wasn’t wrong about the riots. Cities all over the country were going up in flames. They were actually filming humans being attacked and killed by vampires. I was watching Lucas as he was fixated on the TV and I could see how intensely he was watching the TV. But it was now sunrise, and the vampires were running from the scenes of these riots. Running back to their hideouts so they didn’t burn in the sun. That was the only reprieve that we were going to have at the moment.

Memories of the chilling night she spent guarding the family mausoleum flooded back, rendering her unable to sleep without lights until now. Just as she contemplated seeking help, the lights flickered back to life. But her moment of relief was fleeting. Just as she stood clad in nothing but her undergarments, the lights dimmed once more, accompanied by eerie wails reminiscent of that ominous night. Clara knew this was no mere coincidence; someone was behind it. Summoning her courage, she hastily dressed, intent on fleeing the room. Yet before she could act, a ghostly figure materialized at the window. Its headless form dripped with blood, lunging toward her with a chilling cry for her life.

When we were done with dinner, I snuggled closer to Damon's side, seeking solace in his protective embrace as we watched a movie in bed but something called to me. "Selene," an evil scratchy voice called my name from a dark corner, my body became paralyzed from fear. What the fuck called me??? My breathing increased while I tightened my grip on Damon body... Oh hell, I'm not sleeping tonight, I took a silent vow... The night wore on, and exhaustion finally overtook me just as dawn approached. It was then that I fell into a troubled sleep, plagued by a recurring nightmare. In my dreams, as usual, I witnessed Damon being gruesomely killed by an unknown assailant, leaving me completely helpless