To Shatter The Night Novels & Stories

“I’ll try. But right now… you’re toxic.” The call cut off. I sat frozen, the word toxic reverberating in my skull until it drowned out everything else. My pulse roared in my ears. My breaths came shallow. Everything I’d built, everything I’d bled for—gone, shattered like glass on pavement. With shaking hands, I tried to call Ethan. He'd know something. He'd know what to do, which string to pull, whom to call. But before I could shift the car into gear, a burst of headlights swerved across my windshield. Tires screamed. A black van cut and pinned me in.

Come back. The ground beneath my feet shattered completely. And I fell. Into darkness.

"I feel like I'm going to shatter." "Then shatter for me. I'll be right here to catch every broken piece," Zavian purred darkly. With that, his mouth descended once more, ruthless and starving.

A crack in the wall I had built around my heart. Maybe one day that crack would grow into something bigger. But today, it was just a crack.

As soon as Vance realized his plans were unraveling—and the woman he’d spent four years trying to erase was now inside the pack’s territory he’d treated like his own fortress. He was waiting for the right moment. We basically handed it to him by putting everyone together in one place. I turned from the window. Damien was trying, not very successfully, to get out of bed. “Stay down,” I told him. “Aria—” “Damien,” I said, looking him right in the eye. “You can’t shift. You can barely stand. If you try to get out of that bed, you won’t help anything. You’ll just undo everything Nadia’s worked for all day. Stay down.”

“Even if I did, you should’ve known to keep your legs closed. No one asked you to be a wh**e.” The already frozen room had a steep drop in temprature, every head swiveling toward him. It was as if the world itself had stopped spinning for a moment, the weight of his words pulling everything into a crushing silence. "You low down, dirty ba****d. How dare you! How could you! No one asks to be s******y a*******d at 10 in the night while you are coming back from a hectic day at school and job. Forcefully pushing yourself onto someone who is physically incapable of fending for themselves. You wouldn't know abouot the pain and the agony that rushes through you when you are told to lay down and tak

The night after Langford’s departure felt like a break in the storm. The rain had finally subsided, leaving the world outside quiet and still. But inside, the tension was palpable. Carter and I had made our choice, but the road ahead was more uncertain than ever. What now? How could we rebuild what had been shattered? How could we find our way when every ally we had was either a shadow or a threat?

Everyone in the car fell quiet for a moment. Out of nowhere, Silas yanked the door open and pointed at the pouring rain. "You want to get out? Fine. Go now! Stop wasting our time!" I was so furious. My blood was boiling, and I stubbornly dragged myself toward the door. I figured they wouldn't—at least, they shouldn't—actually throw me out of the car, especially with my heart condition. But as soon as I hit the ground after falling out of the car, I heard the door slam shut behind me. When I looked up, the car was already speeding off, and neither Silas nor Edgar bothered to look back.

The air pulsed with a kind of energy, like the smell of lightning that came before a storm. “It will all end if I get rid of these outsiders!” she shouted, gesturing with her free hand at Alex and Sofia. “If they go away, then we can all forget, the way it used to be.” “No,” David said. His voice seemed deeper, more resonant. “You’ll never forget again. You, and everyone else, will remember.” Her hand curved into claws. She screamed, raised it to strike him. Karen diMucci shot out of the darkness and punched Mrs. Schneider in the face.

He scream until he bust into pieces, his blood splatter around even on Emily's face. She wakes up screaming his name as she keeps trashing on the bed.