The Ragged Edge Of Night Novels & Stories

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.

He was the sort that you pass money to in the shadows, the sort that you only see when the gleam of his eyes and the gleam of his knife shine out of the darkness. This servant saw Elizabeth’s red hair reflecting the sun and her round figure moving slowly from the hill to the trees. He knew his time had come. He knew what was expected of him. So Elizabeth followed Charlie, and the man with the knife followed Elizabeth. The scream that followed seemed to rent the whole world in two. It cleaved through the air, brushed across the treetops and made them shudder. It arrowed through the town, made heads turn and mouths whisper. And it pounded against the windows of the house on the hill and made t

“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.

The disaster started on a black night. Starless night, soulless, shineless. The kind of night that serves as an ominous backdrop in folklore. I peeked at the crashing waves fighting with the large spiky rocks that formed the cliffs. My feet shook on the edge as bloody images rolled through my mind with the destructive power of a hurricane. Playback occurs in full, distracting motion. Engines revving, cars sliding, and finally, haunting metal scrapes against rocks and splashes in deadly water.

______________________________________________ Brought to you by V1 Productions YouTube The Night Known As You (Game Edition) Chapter 1, Part 1 https://youtu.be/7PtjX11Viho ______________________________________________ Version 7 POV The soft morning sunlight peeked through the clouds, shining and glistening down the brilliant green blankets of trees which hugged each other. The trees were aligned making way for a narrow muddy road that leads to Ayrshire. A light soft breeze picked up fabricating the blankets of trees to rustle and sway, the rhythmic beat of my horse's hooves clanking, echoes along with the squeaky noise of my Caravan which I had gotten used to since I had no idea of fixing

In the midst of closing the door and turning on the car, Argos knocked on my window. "There's a great diner on the main street called The Dark Room. Check it out if you have the chance," he said before walking away. In no time at all, I put the car into drive and started to drive down the long, round driveway, cranking up the radio and jamming to ‘I'm Gonna Show You Crazy’ by Bebe Rexha. Something about the song was relatable, and I couldn't help but sing along. As I got closer and closer to the town, I could feel the excitement in the air. As soon as I found a parking spot, I turned the car off, grabbed my keys, phone, and wallet, and exited. Taking a deep breath, I walked toward the plaza'

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.