Night Moves Supernatural Romane & Geschichten

I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming. I dragged my feet towards his bed and that’s when I saw the frame on his nightstand, next to a Bible. This man owned a Bible? My curiosity fully took over from this moment. I flipped it open. Maxine Jackson. I frowned a closed it. Who was she? My eyes slid back to the frame and I picked it up. It was a picture of a young woman, probably in her early thirties. She had thick black hair and blue eyes. Alexander’s eyes were a dark grey, but the resemblance was uncanny. This was his mother and that Bible perhaps, was hers.

It overwhelmed me. I screamed. The sound echoed into the night. That was when Lucan appeared. He stepped from the dark like a nightmare. His eyes glinted, his jaw tight. “You’re playing with fire, Rissa.” His voice was colder than I remembered. “The supernatural world is watching. They won’t let this stand. They’ll come for you.” I rose to my feet, the pain and power dancing under my skin. I didn’t flinch. “Then let them come.”

Ronan's POV Night watch was the only time I could think clearly. Everyone else was sleeping, their troubles locked away in dreams. But not me. My demons liked to visit when the moon was high. I rounded our camp for the third time, checking each shadow. The forest was too quiet. No owls. No bugs. Just the soft breathing of my companions and the odd snap of dying embers. Sienna slept closest to the fire, her red hair spilled across her blanket like blood. I pushed that thought away. She looked peaceful now, but I knew the weight she carried. The Midnight Queen. The fallen court. Kieran's change. Zeke's capture.

"Check the comments. Someone leaked a clip of the 'cold spot' discussion from the livestream. The fans are going nuts. #HauntedMansion is beating #LoveChase." "So?" "So," Mira said, a smile spreading across her face. "We're pivoting." "Pivoting?" "The romance arc is great. The tragedy arc is great. But the Supernatural arc? That's the jackpot." She grabbed the tablet back. "I've already called the network. They authorized a budget increase. We're bringing in specialists." "Specialists?" Elion asked, dread pooling in his gut. "Like... therapists?" "Like mediums," Mira said. "Ghost hunters. We're going to rig the house with thermal cameras. EMF meters. Spirit boxes. We're going to find out wha

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

I tried to get my head off Jin and Nimue, but how could I when I could hear Nimue's weird-sounding giggles coming from upstairs? Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore and dropped my drink on the counter. "What we need, Scratch is a walk to clear our heads," I said mentally, running upstairs to my room. After changing my clothes and having a quick bath, I came downstairs and headed outside into the night of the small town. I've been curious about the supernatural community here, but I haven't had any experiences with any supernatural. I wasn't even sure if supernaturals lived here. This was a perfect chance for me to investigate.

otherworldly. It was the night of the full moon, a time when the boundaries between the natural and supernatural worlds blurred, and ancient magic danced in the moonbeams. Silverwood Falls was no stranger to tales of the supernatural, with whispered legends of werewolves and spirits haunting the mist-shrouded woods. Most dismissed these stories as mere folklore, but I couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to them.

The night was as silent as it could get. Creatures of the night were not howling at the moon, everything was quiet....like the silence before the storm. I rested my head on the wall before closing my eyes for a moment but still keeping myself awake. The nightmares were not letting me sleep. I was getting tired of seeing blood and dead people in my sleep. I knew it was something related to the red moon. I was living in a supernatural world and everything here meant something, I would be foolish to ignore this....especially if this was a warning.

With trembling hands, she pushed it open, causing a slight creak to pierce the silence of the night. The moon cast an eerie glow on the world below, its pale light dancing on the rustic backyard. Luna peered into the darkness, her thoughts still consumed by the ghostly presence of her mother. She longed for the comfort only her touch could bring, the warmth of her embrace in times of fear and uncertainty.

It was a whole can of worms that wasn't meant to be broadcasted to those who couldn't even handle their own shit without the threat of a complete societal collapse, let alone understanding the complexities that none of them would be able to understand on a rational level. It drained me even thinking about that. Tossing the file into my to-do bin, I grabbed a few more and sorted through them one by one. Figuring out my schedule for the rest of the month wouldn't be hard but judging by the new pile on my desk, as well as the ones already sitting in my bins, I was in for a long fall season. There was always something about this time of year that drove the supernaturals into a weird frenzy. With