Survive The Night Novels & Stories

But tonight I was alive, employed, and standing. Sebastian Cross could threaten from across an ocean. I'd faced my past publicly and survived. Some days, survival is redemption. But tonight it was one of those days.

No Jaxon. Maybe it was time to stop falling apart. Maybe it was time to fight back. But first? He needed to survive this night. Alone.

The attacker had underestimated them all, and he would pay the price for it. Luna struck the first key, soft and haunting. Adrian leaned closer, their shadows merging in the dim light. Somewhere far below, the world spun oblivious, but above, in the quiet penthouse, a new song played, one of survival, defiance, and the unshakable power of allies who refused to let fear dictate the outcome.

The hunt for answers, for survival, had just begun. The night deepened, and in the heart of the pack, a new melody rose, a song spun from whispers and shadows, a dirge for complacency and a hymn for survival. The alpha, the beta, and the future Whisperer, united in their defiance, were ready to face the storm, one rogue heartbeat at a time.

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

Austin Foster escaped from the city, and he came back after a while to continue his legacy from where he stopped. The cops could not catch him no matter how hard they tried. Austin hid under a disguise and now, it is only those that are deep in the underground businesses that recognize him. He killed everyone that betrayed him, he literally handed them to butchers and he had them maimed like animals while he sat at a distance, watching them cry out for Mercy. Tyler is lucky to be alive…

“Broken night?” Janice questioned. She had been led in as usual, and sat, still cuffed, across the table from Byron. “Hmm?” Byron looked at her, appearing confused. “That's what my mom used to call it when nightmares or something kept waking you up— a broken night.” “Oh,” now he began to understand. “Yeah, it looks like you had one.” “You could say that for sure.” “That's okay, I did too. I was dreaming about Lacey all night, Lacey and that damn snake.”

“My dear, you need to feed, or your wounds will just get worse and deteriorate. We do not heal unless we feed and then our skin regenerates almost immediately. Looking up at him in awe, and with weird fascination, I ask, “How am I still alive?” Before he opens his mouth, I get a bad feeling and then he says, “My dear, you are not. We are vampires and we are the undead. Now hush and let me grab you a bite before your skin begins to deteriorate so fast that you won’t be able to go in public.” From that moment on, I knew that things that go bump in the night really do exist because I became one of them.

What more would I want ,I had shelter and water. I returned to the living room and laid down on the couch and close my eyes. Drifting off to Dreamland. Well it was more like a nightmare land since I woke up to another nightmare.a night of the day my parents were killed . I got up to see it was morning. I stretched and greeted the necklace and a broken bracelet "Morning mom and PAPI" I smiled the them in my hand "Now ,it's time find something to eat.." I stood up and ran out .the only place with food was the city market.i had seen it when mom and I were doing shopping .

When the Program told me I could return, I felt no joy. Only emptiness. The next time I opened my eyes, I was staring at a white hospital ceiling. Machines beeped beside me, and my throat burned as if I had been asleep for years. A nurse saw me wake and rushed over. “You’re safe,” she said. “You were caught in a dockside explosion. Sophia Lane didn’t survive.” My fingers tightened against the sheet. Sophia was dead. Before I could speak, the nurse added, “There was another survivor. A young man named Luca. He woke up this morning.”