Sinister Night Novels & Stories

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.

At least due to the fact that the former head of the Order of Darkness in the hands of potential enemies is too dangerous a weapon. Tossing and turning from side to side, she couldn't sleep. The clock had long struck midnight, and Rick was still gone. As long as he doesn't get stuck. Echoing her thoughts, the front door slammed. She put on a bathrobe and went down to the first floor. Rick sat in total darkness and sniffed sullenly. Even from afar, she could smell alcohol and blood. He looked up at her, and Venira was dumbfounded by the picturesquely painted face of the dark one.

The fog in Blackwood Glen had a habit of swallowing sounds, turning the evening into a claustrophobic dampness that clung to my jacket. I had been hiking the lower trails when I found it: a sleek, charcoal-colored cat with eyes like burning sulfur. It wasn’t meowing; it was simply sitting on a moss-covered stump, watching me with an intelligence that felt uncomfortably human. Around its neck was a delicate silver collar with a nameplate: Midnight. Below the name was an address just a mile down the trail.

Late in the afternoon, while their mother was upstairs sorting through clothes, the girls cornered him in the hallway. “We will drug Mom again,” Sara whispered. She pressed close to him so her breasts brushed against his arm. “She’ll pass out after dinner tonight.” Clara smiled seductively. "We will do something crazier than yesterday." Vincent’s lips stretched into a smile. "I'm ready." That evening, Lena drank her spiked wine without suspicion. As expected, within minutes her eyelids grew heavy. She yawned, slumped onto the living room couch, and fell into a deep sleep.

"That's a very dangerous dress to be wearing, don't you think, Stanford?" I still had my cup up to my mouth as I nervously laughed into it. It made a weird echoing sound as I pulled it down. I knew this dress would be dangerous, but I wore it to see the reaction I'd get from Asher. Never in a million years would I think he'd notice right away, or even come over to remark on it. "What's so dangerous about it?" I asked coyly. He cocked an eyebrow and smirked as he brought his hand up and slid his fingers down my neck, over my collarbone, and right between my cleavage. His hand paused just beneath my breasts as he slipped a finger inside the black material and caressed just beneath my right bre

Just then, as if silently answering all the questions whirling in her head, a noise came from the bathroom, causing Roxanne to squeak. She...she wasn't alone. Roxanne's mind flew back to all the horror movies she had watched, mainly the one that had scar her during her childhood- the Insidious movies Franchise. Thinking back to the notorious red faced demon caused a tremble in her body. Although she was now a ful grown woman, decades after watching the childhood running movie, she still feared the demon. However, this didn't stop her from cautiously approaching the door. Beefing up her courage, Roxanne approached the door, hand placed out to grab the handle when it suddenly turned and the do

I stared at the ceiling. Everything started here six years ago. Sleeping with a complete stranger... and it was my first. I was an idiot. My phone suddenly rang. I had almost forgotten it was still in my skirt pocket. I lay on my stomach and reached behind me to grab it, checking the caller’s name. It was a video call request from Catherina, saved under the contact name “My Baby.” All my anxiety disappeared and was replaced with excitement. I answered the call. Her chubby little face appeared on the screen, though her eyes were still closed while she rubbed one of them with her fist. She yawned before smiling sleepily.

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

Trigger Warnings: Public indecency, group sex (MFM), voyeurism, rough sexual play, choking, spanking, and explicit language. Lena The engine of the Midnight Express hummed a low, vibrating frequency that seemed to settle directly in my crotch. The cabin was dimly lit, the air smelling of old vinyl, cold rain, and the thick, suffocating scent of male aggression. I sat in the back row, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. To my left was Cassian, and to my right was his brother, Silas. Both of them were broad-shouldered, sharp-jawed, and possessed a territorial hunger that I had felt since the moment I boarded three stops ago.