Sinister Night Novels & Stories

I only had to knock once and then the door opened. There he was, standing behind the door. He was holding the doorknob with one hand and a blunt with the other. He was shirtless, reminding me of his hideous tattoos and what exactly he stood for. Brotherhood. Scavengers. Gang Lord. Mad Dog. His eyes were burning red. From anger. From intoxication. From ravenous arousal. He didn't say a word. His eyes were feasting on me. And I knew to stand still, even though my heart was pounding recklessly; even though I was inwardly screaming for help.

“Then tonight will be theirs to remember for the rest of their very short lives.” When night fell over the Red Vines Ravine, the battlefield transformed into Alessia’s personal hunting ground. Vampiric sight cut through the darkness like daylight; her soldiers moved without sound, their silhouettes melting in and out of the jagged rock faces. Each was clad in matte-black combat armor laced with runic enchantments to mute even the scrape of a boot. The first scream came just after midnight—one of Lone Star’s scouts, dragged into the shadows before his partner even realized he was gone. A muffled burst from a silenced Aeternum rifle followed, the brass casing caught before it could hit the gro

"Oh yes, I forgot. You're a seer." "I'm not a...oh well...never mind..." Cassandra tried not to roll her eyes. She had had enough of this world and was desperate to find somewhere familiar even if it was a place where she had to put up with her seed-eating aunt and uncle. A long walk later, the sorceress stopped them. "Wait," she said and turned to the wall where two large marble statues stood about ten feet tall. They were of a bird with the head and torso of a maiden called the Sirins. Cassandra knew them from her literature class in Eastern Slavic folklore.

She couldn't help but feel scared of him when his stance suddenly changed he looked like a beast ready to kill someone. Sinister knew if he stayed close to her he might end up doing something which will make him regret it afterwards. He has anger issues but he will be damned if he hurt her. She's too innocent to see his beast side. Sinister finally calmed himself even though he was still burning in anger watching that bastard's assault on her body. Why didn't he notice her neck covered with his assault before? That bite mark was the most obvious one indeed but there were still few more marks on her collarbone. The bite mark was too monstrous. It was almost like he wanted to rip her flesh.

A scythe, etched in blood always found on the corpses of the damned. Her face was never seen. Her name never spoken. Only one thing was known: if you saw the Shadow Siren, you were already dead. Seraphina paused in front of the assignment vault. It hissed open at her biometric scan, revealing a slim black folder marked with the crimson sigil of The Order. A serpent swallowing its tail. The folder was thin and thin files meant powerful targets. Dangerous demons that could slip through the cracks of society. They could kill in silence, and vanish without a trace. She opened it.

” Lira and Daemon looked at each other silently for a moment as they entered the muddy streets of Nightfang through the heavy iron gates. They had succeeded. Their plans were successful. The pack stretched out in front of them, a vast pack full of unknown secrets and new threats. Lira turned around looking at the guards at the gate. If only they knew what was about to befall them.

“Not boring. Not safe. I want to feel alive again.” Sinclair’s eyes darkened with raw hunger. His cock twitched visibly between us. The late-night quiet wrapped around us like a secret, the thin walls of the building suddenly feeling like they barely existed. I could hear his breathing, deep and controlled, and I wondered if he could hear how fast my heart was racing, how wet I was becoming with every passing second.

Surrounded by acres of black iron fencing and guards who were definitely soldiers, trained ruthless to be the part of Viper’s strongest Unit. The Night Unit. This was the residence of Mr. Night. A man who dealt in secrets and lived in the shadows, whose face and identity was unknown to the world. As we stepped into the grand hall, the air turned tense, the atmosphere was gloomy and horrible. Kristine clutched my forearm, her features twisting into dismal. “What a horrible place…” Kristine whispered worriedly. A door at the end of the hall burst open. “Kr.. Kristine? Is that you?”

They'd settle their fight after their boss is fine. Silas swallowed nothing when she called his full name too. “Sir Gerard gave his order. Make sure what happened to boss isn't known to the workers for the time being,most especially the *SHADOW NIGHTMARES*” SHADOW NIGHTMARES is the name of naomi's dark fan base. Crazy,toxic, insane, psychopaths with zero tolerance for rubbish. They attack who's against NAOMI,they respect her works and they are the ones she lives for after her mother and daughter.

she asked in amazement. “The other side of Silver Crest,” I said. “Dark Crest. This is where the worse, ugly and the evil thrive.” “You sound like you like this place,” Echo replied and looked at me in disbelief. “It is not so bad once you get used to it,” I told her. “If you want to leave Silver Crest permanently, this is the place but you have to meet the right people.” I led her to a night club called Neon Sins. The bouncer was a massive man with a heavily scarred face and thick black tattoos running down his arms. He looked menacingly around as if he was expecting someone to mess with him.