The Ragged Edge Of Night Novels & Stories

He stood on the balcony in the cold wind all night. When he returned to the bedroom, he found that my mother had jumped out of the window. That night, it poured. The rain washed away the blood from my mother's corpse. Cade rushed over and held me tight, letting me punch him repeatedly. He kept saying, "It's okay, it's okay…" But he chose Summer as his new fling. As Mrs. Finley, what dignity do I have left? That night, Cade did not come home. The trending topic I arranged was buried deep by him.

Afterwards I decide to go back upstairs and rest for the remainder of the evening. Night falls, and with it a thunderstorm stirs up. Lightening cracks and for some reason outside of my bedroom, I swear I see sinister red eyes peering in at me. Feel like it must be the exhaustion of the day. I close the blinds, turn on N*****x. I feel dread again as a precaution. I make sure the house is locked up with the deadbolts he installed. I also lock my room to make sure I am extra safe. I snuggle up with a blanket and put on the TV. I change my mind about N*****x and put on “Discovery of Witches” on A****n Prime. Wishing I could find a man like Matthew.

The days were beginning to blur into a new kind of rhythm. By Night , the pattern wasn’t just locked it had become their entire world. Kai arrived at Eclipse early that evening, already buzzing with anticipation. He’d spent the day in his tiny apartment with Lila, who kept shooting him knowing looks every time he checked his phone or touched the fresh bruise on his hip. “You’re glowing like a man getting railed every single night,” she’d teased. Kai had flipped her off, but he couldn’t deny the truth.

The night before our big offline meetup, my roommate took one look at my internet boyfriend's photo and declared it was a fake. "Using a stolen photo for an online romance? He's definitely insecure and too ugly to show his real face!" The next day, my boyfriend texted: [Sorry, something came up at the last minute. Can you wait half an hour?] I breathed a sigh of relief because I had just been notified about an exclusive expert lecture on campus. Word was, the speaker was an academic powerhouse, and the university had paid a fortune to secure him. I snagged a seat in the front row. But the moment I looked up at the podium, my stomach dropped. Why did this famous scholar look so much like

The freezing mountain wind howled across the rocky gravel path, whipping long strands of deep auburn hair across Elena’s face. She stood completely paralyzed, her heavy leather duffel bag slung over her right shoulder, her eyes locked onto the dense, shadowed tree line that marked the jagged northern boundary of the Bloodstone territory. Beyond those ancient, towering oaks lay the Jagged Peaks—a lawless, freezing expanse of no-man's-land that eventually bled into the feared, permafrost territory of the Midnight Frost Pack.

“To leave you sorely aching?” I grabbed onto his arm as he manhandled me onto his lap. “There was.” “Are you there yet?” “Not yet.” He pushed the table away and turned me onto my back, pinning me to the ground, caging me in his arms. I drew in a sharp breath. “Then my work here isn’t finished.” Just then, my neighbors, who had been unusually quiet, started slamming against the wall. Richard’s eyes widened at the moans and screams coming from the other side of the drywall. Another hard slam, and the pictures hanging on our shared wall jostled.

My eyes were fixed on them, observing their every move as they skillfully maneuvered their vehicle out of the driveway, disappearing from my view as they drove away. As the darkness enveloped the night, my mind wandered into a realm of nightmares. Where the unthinkable unfolded - the violent demise of my beloved parents. I was abruptly awakened, feeling a jarring sensation that was accompanied by a chilly sweat, a racing heartbeat, and an uncontainable flood of tears streaming down my face. As I reluctantly pulled myself out of bed, the unexpected sound of the doorbell ringing startled me. I rushed downstairs to see two men dressed in all-black suits. They had creamy white skin and bright gr

He couldn’t keep still, matching the Alpha’s roaming energy as he moved from one foot to the other. "What?" he hissed at me when he noticed my stare. I dropped my gaze to the floor. I guess I’m no different to Quinn. Our group's edginess multiplied. Alpha Raze started stalking up and down, making stern eye contact with every one of his Rogues. Like the first night of my kidnapping, his voice is cold, full of cunning. “It’s the full moon tonight, cheer the fuck up! Or do you want me to order all this gear away? Force you to wank away your lonely night?”

This was it—Darian’s move. Outside, the once-calm night had transformed into chaos. Shadows moved quickly, shapes shifting through the trees as the rogues advanced on our territory, their snarls and growls filling the air. I could smell the blood, the scent thick and metallic. My heart pounded as I assessed the scene, locking eyes with one of the rogues—a wolf with a jagged scar across his face.

She skirted the palace guards, her heart pounding with each step closer to Ethan. As Selene stealthily approached the palace grounds, a sudden movement in the shadows caught her attention. Before she could react, a figure lunged out from behind a tree, wielding a silver blade. Selene barely had time to shift into her werewolf form as the blade slashed through the air, grazing her arm.