Night Wing Novels & Stories

With no knowledge of which way to go, I hit something hard and I black out. The next thing I know I wake up screaming in my bed, I shiver uncontrollably as the dried sweat makes my hair stick to my head. The sheets tangled at the foot of the bed, but my heart beat is already slowing because I’m at home safe and secure from any of those monsters out there in the woods. It was just a nightmare. In all the 17 years of my life, that would have to be the scariest nightmare I have ever had. I know I can’t go back to sleep after having a nightmare like that, so I get my phone out and check the time, its 2 in the morning I still have 5 hours until I have to get up. What am I going to do? I figure I

I asked, softly dabbing my face with the powder foam. Synn's voice bubbled with excitement, "The Outing Night is a party that's held to acknowledge all the performers at Wet Nights, the party is usually held every last Friday of the year, and they throw it in one of Bishop's private hotel. No rules, just pure fun." I suddenly paused and turned around to look at Synn, "Wait, what? You mean Bishop will be at the party tonight?" I asked with a conflicted emotions. "Of course, yes." Synn giggled.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

The Crystal Lantern. Open-late. Cash pay. Discreet. She'd attempted there once, weeks before, and offered her services—anything. Waitress. Bartender. Cleaning woman. They'd promised to call. Tonight… they did. A night shift began. 3:00 a.m. to 6:00 a.m. Three hours. Under the table. But long enough to begin. She looked at her palm. The note was still written there in black ink: > "Come tonight. Wear black. Don't bring trouble."

🌹Damien 🌹 The night was deep and clear, the full moon casting a silver glow over the estate. I found myself on the terrace, away from the stifling formality of the day—a quiet refuge where the noise of duty was replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft chirping of crickets. The cool night air wrapped around me, and for a rare moment, I allowed myself to breathe freely.

Before Willow could say a word, the voice of the nightclub's madam rang out from the other end of the line. "Mr. Bassett, we've gathered all of Nightfall's finest ladies for you. Ladies, come on in." Willow's expression shifted instantly. Nightfall was a well-known nightclub in Emperia. It was a notorious money pit for the rich. Willow couldn't believe that Theodore was in a place like that. He had always told her he never mixed business with drinking.

Gently shifting her body, Nina attempted to create some space between them. Her hands instinctively placed themselves on his chest when her amber gaze met his. In the stillness of the night, the luminous moon hung outside the window, casting a gentle glow upon the room. Jayden propped himself up, his eyes fixated on Nina’s face. The dim light danced in her eyes, reflecting the stars that adorned the night sky. A surge of emotions coursed through his veins, urging him to act upon the itch in his heart.

Rhychard sat astride his Suzuki and stared up at Renny Saunders townhouse. The chilly, quiet night entirely swallowed the Friday sun. The sky was clear, the stars pin-pricking the night canopy. It was the first night of the Dark Moon. Tomorrow that moon would hold power, power Vargas would harness and use to open a Gateway to the Nether.

He growled and glanced around if he could see him but there was no one in. The lights suddenly went out. And the entire mansion was blacked out. He was looking for it when he came in but couldn’t find it and when he saw them, he didn’t hesitate to disconnect the wires. He was more comfortable fighting in darkness. “Where the Fuck are you? I know you are someone to show yourself. I’m not into your fucking name.” Mio couldn’t see because the lights were turned off. His eyes haven’t settled in the darkness. He was looking sideways if anything was coming for him. Because he couldn’t see anything.

: Night Watch Tuesday, October 6th, 2026 Albemarle County, Charlottesville, Virginia 2:00 am Silence surrounds the night; the air has a cold heart. No cars are roaming the streets or a person in sight. All of the stores are closed. The nearby neighbors are sound asleep. The sidewalks are filled with trash. Feral cats are fiddling around with the litter. Some cars are on the curb, including a Charlottesville Police Dodge Charger. Flashing lights of red, white, and blue are not on.