Nine Kids And One Night Novels & Stories

" Ava's eyes remained riveted on the stars. "Then we remind her she's not alone." We sat there for a long time. Two ghosts. Two parents. Waiting for the girl we helped create to chose her fate. AVA The dream occurred again. A glass room. One hundred children. Each one included my face. Each one addressed me as mommy. But only one person looked me in the eyes. One person murmured, "I forgave you too late." I awoke sweating, holding the edge of the mattress. Damian stirred near me.

Motionless I listen until her voice is no longer heard, then I sit watching all night. It's morning, but I haven't slept at all. I wake my girls and we shower. Everyone's now dressed and ready for breakfast. Four ministers, including myself, decided to take the children to camp. We have a small church in this small city in Michigan called Deep Woods. It's only twelve children in all. Eight girls and four boys. Ministers Blake, Malika, Toni, and I collectively planned this outing. We didn't do scary stories by the fire, we did bible stories. The children were able to have fun and learn. We only planned a weekend and now it's Sunday morning so we're headed to church. "Did you sleep well, Jade?

I took a sip of my wine, searching the room. The estate had glass walls, manicured lawns, and a DJ booth pumping out bass into the night. This was not some down home werewolf meeting; it was a supernatural elite mixer, courtesy of the elite of the Blackwood pack, whose compound was just outside of town. Derek had made me come here, his voice harsh in our pack’s group chat. “You’re going, Sienna. We need their favor.”

My clothes still smelled like burnt sugar and smoke. Our apartment was small—just two bedrooms, a kitchen barely big enough to turn around in, and walls so thin you could hear the neighbors argue about the same things every night. Rent was cheap, which was the only reason we could afford it. I kicked off my shoes by the door and leaned against the wall for a moment, closing my eyes. “Mommy!” That small, bright voice hit me before I even saw him. A tiny blur rushed from the living room and crashed into my legs. I opened my eyes and looked down at a pair of wide brown eyes staring up at me, full of light and life.

He sent the one thing Nightclaw couldn’t shoot, couldn’t intimidate, couldn’t argue with. Four children. Ages 10 to 13. No weapons. Just wooden bowls, empty. Arjun, Raghav’s grandson. Lina, Meera’s niece. Kavi from Stonefang, whose little sister was already coughing from hunger. And Mira, a quiet girl from Mistwood who hadn’t spoken since her father died in last year’s border fight. They walked to Nightclaw border at noon. When the sun was high so no one could claim they were sneaking.

No, he beaconed one of the Picts to come to him, someone specific. From out of the mass of humanity emerged a small girl, barely thirteen to look at her, but naked, pale and sporting a mane of curly red locks that draped her bloody body. She walked up to Gonar quite casually before the army of barbarians, and looked him in the eyes. A grim silence spread over the Picts, punctuated only by the cries of the dying far off behind them.

NINE YEARS LATER A man was sleeping soundly on his luxurious and magnificent king Size bed when he felt droplets of water falling on his face. He woke up abruptly and his eyes met the twins standing in front of him. " Good morning Mr Westwood..!" The nine years old little girl said to him. " How was your night Mr Westwood...!" Her other twin brother said. David just looked at his kids from his sleepy eyes and knew he had messed up big time. Because the kids only call him by his family name when shit is about to go down.

Same make. Same spot across the street. Damian didn't say anything. Just took my hand. Squeezed. --- That night he checked the locks. Three times. Front door. Back door. Windows. You're scaring me, I said. I'm not trying to, he said. I just... I can't let anything happen to you. We didn't sleep much. --- Monday morning. Story time. 20 kids on the rug. Lila in front. Damian reading.

for a few minutes.” Luna Abby and I step into a room just off the living room and she asked, “Are all these kids from our pack?” I shook my head, “No. There are kids from all over the country. We can do this a couple ways. So far, none of these kids are over twelve years old. You can invite the parents or pack Alphas here to pick them up, or you can arrange times for me, my brothers and Taylor to teleport them. However, you may want to wait a day or two for us all to catch up on our rest. Poor Calista is just about sang out from trying to calm down the kids, but she won’t admit it. These kids have really been traumatized. She was key in getting the non-verbal kids to speak. It was just craz

Albert wished he could already execute the rit After the night, the Night Children who did not drink would wait and starve in the Hall of Bones until death came to them. They were not going to wait for another full moon. Their flesh would rot until their bones joined those who came before them inside the Hall. Human flesh and bones, on the other hand, were not allowed to degrade inside the Hall. It would be taken outside for the Night Children's pleasure. Then normal life began again until the next full moon.e.. s.e.n.. e.tant.. n.e.."m.t.t.s.d.. t.r. her.. . t.l.d.n.c.pleasure. Then normal life began again until the next full moon.