Sinister Night Novels & Stories

The Invisible Man. The librarian smiled. “Oh, yes,” she chuckled. “For Halloween, you know.” I thought of James West out for a stroll at midnight in the fog. “You wouldn’t happen to have anything in that index about an old TV show? Saturday Nightmares?” She pursed her lips slightly and walked out from behind the desk to a large wooden cabinet full of small drawers. She glanced at her watch, then pulled out one of the drawers and shuffled through the tiny cards inside, pausing once to pull out a card, then another a few seconds later.

They would meet their deaths at the hands of the Siren sisters. She looked over to Alex, her red eyes had darkened to an almost black and her canines were protruding from her mouth, piercing her lips, she gave Thea a silent nod in agreement. Following the de-branding ritual, the power binding spell definitely paled in comparison though, it was a welcomed change. Neither Thea, nor Penny or Alex could’ve witnessed Lissa in that much pain again. They all sat huddled on the sofas as they sipped their tea. Penny has made the most fragrant combination she could think of in an attempt to disguise the smell of burnt flesh.

She left the balcony door unlatched for the wind and did not bother to pretend that she had not decided. Night One had a name. Dante. Or perhaps it had hers. Selina, said the sea. Selina, said the house. And somewhere on the other side of the carved stone, a match rasped once, then went out, and a man leaned on the rail and watched the horizon until it was ready to be watched back.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

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“How did Rob, I mean Thanos, get the disease in the first place? Did Alpha Sinclair strike him with the dagger the same way that Night Walker member did to Ryker?” “No,” Ryker answered this before my mother could even open her mouth. “Alpha Sinclair wasn’t that cruel. He wouldn’t do that to anyone knowing that there’s no cure for it.” He locked his gaze with mine. “I’ve heard of him from my brother, the Night Walkers are so secretive because they hold ancient history. Some say they’re cursed or some sort. But the previous Alpha Sinclair was a kind hearted man. I don’t think he would do that even if he was in love with her.” His chin nudged toward my mother.

"Firstborn of the Sky Woman, Sel, patron of the Seluitah tribe, conceals itself within the moon and envelops our world in the light it reaps from the sun. This it does to protect the world from the powers of the Darkness." Lyda nodded her head in affirmation. That was exactly how Iris described the Light Twin, even by name. She turned the parchment over and resumed her smearing routine. This side of the page appeared similar to other. The invisible passage was revealed and a name was written at the top of the page. This one Lyda had never heard before, and she could not help but whisper aloud as she read it. "SIKAR." The gust of wind suddenly swept through the spring again, but this time, it

“I’m his sister. If you can just contact him...” “I’m sorry ma’am but it’s against company policy. I can’t disclose information to you.” Fuck...What do I do now? “Wesley Harris room number now.A blonde guy with hazel eyes.” Croix said icily pointing a pistol at her eye. She trembled at the sight of Croix. I mean, who wasn’t? Those eyes alone are intimidating enough. “Room...309.” She stuttered. I lowered the pistol down and made my way upstairs. I glanced at every door, the numbers were already fading and the room reeked of stale beer and sex. I pinched my nose as I walked past until I got to 309.

I felt connected, not fearful. The moon rose that night. Clear. Pale. Silver over the forest floor. Shadows sharp. Wolves gathered in the clearing. Alpha at center. Half-shifted, but calm, controlled. I felt it first. Moonmark pulsing lightly on my wrist. Unstable before, flickering, uncertain. Now steady. Permanent. Clear. Glowing faintly under moonlight. Same shape as his. Same glow. Bonded. Unbreakable. I lifted my sleeve slightly. Pulled it back. Luminous, matching his. Gold glow faint but is visible. Heart thumped hard. Bond echoes every sensation. Pressure, warmth, pulse. Connection real, physical, undeniable.

The black SUV pulled up outside an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city at midnight. My heart was pounding as Damien Sinclair gripped my thigh possessively, his fingers digging into my skin. “Tonight you fight,” he said, voice low and dark. “And when you lose… because you will lose… the entire club gets to use you as the prize.”