Thriller Nights Novels & Stories

Tick! The clock ticked! The table clock on Juana's chest drawer, and immediately her alarm watch rang too.Juana thought it was her birthday already, but it was still so dark and she had barely kept her eyes awake. She stopped the alarm, it was just 10pm, tomorrow was her birthday.

It was the same for 1983—nothing until November. A seventeen-year-old girl named Jessica Gilbert had gone missing on November 12 of that year. The girl was an honors student, the secretary of the student council, a violin player, and the captain of her volleyball team. She had no boyfriend and only two close friends, the same ones she’d had since grade school. In other words, she was a high achiever who never even broke her parents’ curfew and therefore was unlikely to be a runaway. The girl was last seen wearing a red plaid flannel nightgown climbing the stairs to her own bedroom after kissing her parents good night.

Her glare and clenched fist conveyed a clear sense of hostility. "Are you alright?" one of the vampires quietly inquired, noticing the vampire lady's clenched fist. She looked at him, unclenched her fist, and entered one of the vehicles without uttering a word, as Avery got into another car and driven away. *** Exiting the car, Avery watched as it swiftly disappeared into the distance. Rubbing her shoulders to ward off the chill, she turned around and made her way towards the front door. The night remained dark and cold, urging her to seek solace with her pillow. She recalled forgetting to lock the door earlier, prompting her to push it open slowly, careful not to disturb Jeffery, who would

I am better than the Kinduri. Without fear, I march straight up to that darkness. I gather Neron around me. I let it fill me, fill me right to the brim. It’s coursing through me, beating with the steadiness of a drum. I hold my hands up. They’re alight with Neron. And I plunge my hands into the heart of the darkness. Screams. Mine. Valen’s. Screams of a thousand Kinduri. Screams of Cyrillius. I’m overcome with noise and madness. Like sound is pummeling me and will leave me a bloodied, broken mess on the ground.

“I’m going to have you all night because you paid $1000 for me. After that, we’ll take a shower. Tonight, none of us will sleep.” She gasped when Zion spoke to her, his fingers still in her pussy. He yanked his fingers from her pussy and began licking from his middle to his index finger. Maya was still taken aback by the way he was sucking the contents of her sex. Zion delivered one savage thrust deep inside her. Maya shouted and pushed herself against the closed door. Zion, on the other hand, kept her in one spot. Tears began to trickle down her cheeks, but Zion was unfazed. He began thrusting violently into her, with each thrust stronger than the previous one. Zion spoke to Maya as she scr

Death is a tragedy, and I’ll do anything to stay alive. Are you ready for the last ride of your life? Six has a gun to your head—what would you do? This isn’t a love story. It’s a death story. Find out more here Check out the Trailer Breach Book 1 His body was sin, his cock was sin, and I was a sinner. To keep myself safe I hide in the world and let life move around me. My new partner, Nathan, isn’t safe. Far from it. The darkness coils around him, hidden by a shield created by a blinding smile. But those who live in shadows see past the façade we create.

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

Like moths to a flame, all sorts of supernaturals are attracted to the Ley line. Becoming assholes is the least of the people of Thorne Hill’s worries. They’re about to become the feast of a demonic army. “How do we close it?” I ask Evander, but the only response I get is a blank stare. “I haven’t the slightest clue,” he finally says. The banshee circles again, screaming so loud it echoes inside our heads, rattling the glass windows of the house.