Night Moves Supernatural Novels & Stories

He mumbled a little before turning on his side but did not awaken. She shook her head, How can you be Dusk and Duskin? How can you pretend to be such a dark child when you are so kindhearted? Although she desired the answer to the question, she figured that she would never obtain the answer. Nightide remained secretive about their past. Hae Mina shook her head as she ventured up the staircase then fell on her bed in a heap. Her brain was too exhausted to push her back into her dreaded nightmares and so she slept heavily and deeply.

Tracing it to the night her mother had died. Being woken up by her nanny in the middle of the night and informed that her mother was asking for her. Being rushed down the hall to her parent’s big dark bedroom to hold that cold limp hand... all this marked her for life. Her father sat in one corner not even glancing in her direction, while the machines made scary noises. The nanny watched her as if she knew more than she would tell. “Why, Neve?” “My subconscious thinks bad things happen at night but I want to focus on now.”

She looked more beautiful to him as he stared at her, they both held each other’s gaze as they danced. “Come on, let’s join them.” Nora said and pulled Scott too to the dance floor. They all danced happily, forgetting their sorrows and wishing the night would never end! ********* THE NEXT DAY MORNING Lily groaned in her sleep as she felt her head throbbing, she hissed in pain and slowly opened her eyes but shut it immediately because of the light. She waited a few more seconds before opening it again, she noticed she was in an unfamiliar room and she furrowed her brows as she looked around. She suddenly sat up and her eyes widened in shock as she stared down at her body.

This morning, I'm still so worried. I didn't get much sleep! I kept having horrible nightmares. In some, I was being chased by a family of zombies through the manor house, in others, I was the Bathory's meal. This food thing is really getting to me. All the little details I've put together is making me reflect on the nature of my hosts. And on the darkness surrounding them. I see Sarah coming to meet me. She looks more rested than I am. It's not very surprising considering...

Sia hasn’t eaten yet as well. She walked to the kitchen to wash her hands, get the paint off her, and grab some water from the fridge. Sia was really tired, so she lay down on the couch and watched TV. She flipped through the channels and settled on Ghost Adventures, which was her all favorite time show other than Sons of Anarchy, of course. She started to doze off 10 minutes into watching the show. While she was busy watching, she suddenly heard a voice saying, “This show will give you nightmares.” She jumped out of shock and fell off the couch.

“Twenty nights,” Kai Lennox murmured against Damien’s lips as they stumbled out of the elevator and into the penthouse at 11:49 p.m. The words felt heavy, almost sacred. Twenty nights of the same addictive rhythm, and yet tonight it felt different deeper, more settled, like the pattern had finally locked into place and refused to be broken.

"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

“You wish. No, they come to me a lot, images of an older gal with reddish gray hair, all kinky and long, gotta lil gal with her, ‘bout half her size.” “You don’t say?” Porcius nodded. “They raised a woman from the dead last night.” August near to choked on his flask of wine. “What?” “Yeah, these two gals prayed and chanted over this big ol’ pupa thing, a cocoon, like a butterfly, and it burst open, oozing blood and guts . . . and out rolls this beautiful woman, pale and red haired . . . nicely built too.” “Wonder why you’d dream that?’

Lake asked immediately. "Sort of," I said slowly. "I saw shadows. Movement. But whenever I looked directly, there was nothing there. And at one point, I swear something vanished in smoke." Lake's expression went carefully blank in a way that suggested he knew exactly what I was describing. "A nightwalker," he said quietly. "A what?" "Nightwalkers," he repeated. "They're a type of supernatural that can manipulate shadows, travel through darkness. Andy used them sometimes as scouts or spies. They're almost impossible to track unless you know what you're looking for."

Damon says, and I look at him, nibbling at my tongue nervously. "Look, understand that we are also supernaturals, but you also should understand that we supernatural students are not the only supernatural creatures that exist in this underworld. There are also other supernaturals that roam about every single night, and they are not minors at all. They are those that carry around the ranks of the elderly ones or alphas, and they also roam around at night, picking up anything they can find as victims. If we are not strong and capable enough to defend ourselves and fight back, we might probably end up in their pet residence or probably in their meals." "Okay, enough of the frightening story," I