Wet Nights Novels & Stories

“Seven nights,” Kai Lennox said, voice low and rough as he flipped the last lock on the service door at 11:47 p.m. sharp. The rooftop bar was theirs alone again—lights dimmed to a sultry amber glow, rain sheeting down the glass walls in silver curtains, the city sprawled out far below like a glittering sea of neon and steel. “One full week of you showing up like clockwork, fucking me stupid, and leaving me sore for my entire shift the next day. You keeping score, Vale, or did you just forget how to stay away?”

I flip the lamp switch on and I glimpse at the alarm clock, “This can't be. What is the probability that this is also a coincidence?” It's 2:00 AM again. I woke up at exactly 2:00 AM the previous night after having a nightmare about the old lady, and today I woke up at the exact time as yesterday after having a nightmare about the same old.

Dan gets up and walks towards her unsteady on his own feet. “Moon is,. Er, round! No, I mean er,” River says “full?” Dan asks “yep that” River replies. “Tonight, is a special night for us witches. The moon is full, it’s the longest day of the year. We dance naked under the moon and give thanks. Praising the moon and receiving lots of energy” Dan tells her.

I whisper, and he thanks me, and lets me through. Windazare, compared to Aquarius Waters is more humid and darker as it has more trees and the natural light is covered by the trees and the high mountains. During the day, most werewolves go running, but other prefer the night run which has resulted in Windazare Lights wolves becoming more pale compared to us Aquarius Water, and Firedune Pitts.

Caden was fresh from shower. His wet hair was slicked back, his muscle still sore from busting the gym after his encounter with Gianna. He suddenly felt elevated knowing she was still in town. That there was a friendly face he could see, a familiar warmth he could turn to. He had never been excited in three years, and for the first time, Caden felt like a boy all over again. “Sir?” Wency walked on the living room, his face looked frustrated. “Sean’s keep busting my phone asking for you. Said you’re not picking up his calls.”

It will fade away! The Crystal night is a night when the moon is at its fullest. A time when almost all werewolves go into the heat madness with no sense of reasoning, they simply f*ck themselves out till dawn. Those who have mates are a plus for them because it is thought that the Moon Goddess uses this season to give women the fruit of the womb, while unmated wolves look for potential partners with whom they might spend the night. However, Alpha Nero is visiting their pack for the first time so it's major news for everyone. Everyone except I. Why because my family planned on locking me up that night.

Alex only returned around midnight. I couldn't sleep since earlier, so I just lay down staring at the bedroom window which was still slightly open. It had been raining since the afternoon but had now turned to a light drizzle. A cold wind that feels piercing and fresh enters between the gaps in the slightly open window. I love the wet smell of rain, especially rain at night.

Her words faded into the silence, and a single tear slid down her cheek. … As night fell, Chetvine shimmered under a dreamy haze of neon lights, glowing like a city that never slept. From a distance, it looked like a paradise, yet beneath that dazzling glow were countless corners untouched by light. Outside the flickering sign of Nightfall Bar, a few dying bulbs buzzed and blinked weakly, threatening to go out at any moment. Across the street, Olivia rested her chin on her hand, gazing out from her family's small food stall. Rain had been drizzling since dusk, soaking the narrow alleyway.

“Maya, my father just told everyone in his network that we’re unprotected. That’s an invitation.” “To what?” “To whatever they want to do to us.” That night, Walsh arranged for agents to patrol our street. But I couldn’t sleep. Every car that passed, every sound outside, made my heart race. The baby was restless too, moving constantly, responding to my stress. “I’m sorry,” I whispered to my belly. “I’m so sorry you’re coming into all this chaos.” At three AM, I gave up on sleep and went downstairs. Alex was already there, working on his laptop.

The city lay under a bruised twilight sky, the last remnants of sunset swallowed by looming clouds. Rain had left the streets slick and glistening, reflecting the harsh neon lights that flickered like warning signs across the skyline. In Alexander’s penthouse, the quiet hum of electronics and the soft patter of residual rain against the balcony windows created an uneasy peace.