Sinister Night Novels & Stories

But the nightmare didn't end when I opened my eyes. The room was bathed in the silver glow of the moon. And there, straddling my waist, was Lira. Her face was a mask of cold fury, her hair falling around her like a dark veil. But it was the object in her hand that froze the blood in my veins. A steak knife from the kitchen was pressed firmly against my throat. The cold metal bit into my skin, just enough to draw a tiny beads of blood. "Fuck! Lira, what are you doing?" I rasped, keeping my hands visible on the silk duvet. I could overpower her in a second, but the look in her eyes stopped me. She wasn't scared anymore. She was lethal.

The main link to it remained in the search engine, but when I tried to open it and see what it said, it popped an error. Class was over and I assumed that was my sign to stop digging. Clearly there's drama and secrets, both of which I should run far away from. But then if I had leverage, he couldn't blackmail me. Yet using his past and possible mistakes against him would make us the same. "Hey baby. It feels like forever. What are you thinking about?" Nick ambushes me in the hallway. Yes I know what I said. There's people around, but his arms are roaming from my waist, thighs, nearly settling on my ass.

My chest hurts and the pain radiates through my body. “Take your time, my love.” Lucas smooths my hair back, taking the old ice packs off. “Who is Sister Ross? Could she help?” Binx stands and jumps off the bed, shifting into shadow-form before he hits the floor. Abby has never seen him like that before, and I will say he’s quite terrifying. He moves like black mist through the air, taking on a human shape with red eyes that glow like coals in the dark. Abby jumps back and screams, but Lucas is faster and covers her mouth before anyone can hear her.

Scarlett nodded, feeling uncertainty grow inside her. The next morning, as everyone woke up and the sun barely lit the camp, Alex had already made a decision: he had to protect Scarlett no matter what. What happened the night before hadn’t been an accident. The gorgon who had almost drowned Scarlett was a princess of the lake, and although Alex still didn’t understand why she had attacked her, he knew there had to be a reason—and he had to find out. And that meant that, at last, he would have to tell Scarlett the truth about the supernatural world… and about who had attacked her the night before. Scarlett stepped out of her tent with Leslie, feeling the morning chill on her skin. At that ver

Also, Yvonne would start calling it unhealthy or how psychopathic it is for Giselle to want nothing but to study 24/7. Though, one would never know that the real reason why Giselle looks like a moving corpse is because of the spectacle that happened last night. The scene of the incident decided to rewind itself in her messy head, preventing her from having a peaceful study, or a good night's rest. She place the toothpaste down harshly and brushed her teeth while, at the same time, groaning out loud, "that- bloody Darius- curse him!"

Sophia couldn’t stop thinking about him. Mr. Victor Lennox. The man who had taken her without mercy that afternoon in Kai’s penthouse when she came looking for her sister. The violation had been brutal—his heavy body pinning her down, his thick cock forcing its way inside her, the blood staining her thighs as she cried and struggled. She should hate him. She did hate him. But every night since, her body betrayed her. There was a thin, razor-sharp line between hate and something darker, something addictive and poisonous. It wasn’t love. It was hunger. A sick, throbbing need to feel that power again.

Silas had given them the authority to strike decisively, and Nixon's team, armed with knowledge and cunning, infiltrated vampire hideouts like phantoms in the night. The first strike unfolded in silence, a ballet of precision as the squads breached the perimeters. Silas's fighters engaged with the vampires, their moves a choreography of supernatural prowess, claws, and fangs meeting with lethal precision. Nixon's team, adept at exploiting the supernatural vulnerabilities of their enemies, incapacitated the bloodsuckers with swift and surgical efficiency.

I agreed, my mind racing to find the perfect leverage. Stephanie leaned in, her expression cunning. "What if we expose some long-buried secrets, something that will shake the foundation of their trust? Planting doubt is our key," she proposed, her eyes glinting with the thrill of the impending chaos. “Nah that's too much, if we play this right. We won't need to expose anyone's darkest secrets.” I said “How do you propose we do that?” “Will use my sister's death and it ties to Victor Reynolds.”

Liora demanded, her voice quivering. The figure's lips curled into a sinister smirk. "You may call me Nocturna. And dear guardians, you're too late." She held up an obsidian mirror, its surface rippling like liquid, revealing distorted visions of Meranthia's landscapes being engulfed in darkness and chaos.