Join the Night for Life....Charismatic Aliens, Mysterious Werewolves, Vengeful Vampires, Haunted Houses and Timeless Obsession...
Ash,
is starting her senior year in high school but she sees things that
no one else does, Andi wants to finally belong but that means running
away, Collin has an unrequited crush on the most popular girl in
school, Amber is roped into vanquishing a ghost and Molly is haunted
by dreams of the past...
Silver
Ash
sees things that no one else does—apart from that, life is pretty
normal until childhood friends, Carey and Cooper, move back into
town. Suddenly life isn’t the same. When she falls for the wrong
brother Ash discovers the surreal truth about her old neighbors. But
their secret is threatened by jealousy and Ash fears she will lose
them forever.
Coming Home
Andi
has never felt like she belonged, she has little memory of her past
until the day a mysterious stranger walks into her life. Devon
insists he knows her. She doesn’t believe him, no matter how
attractive he might be, until he shows her irrefutable evidence.
Intrigued, Andi takes him up on his offer to journey home—only to
discover there is danger involved with uncovering the past.
Only Darkness
Collin
has had a crush on Heather, the most popular girl in school—forever.
When he is approached by Nathan, the richest kid in town, with an
offer of easy money, Collin can’t refuse. Enticed by Nathan’s
popularity and connections to Heather, Collin goes along with the
plan. But his desire for acceptance could cost him his life.
Non Stop to Nowhere
One
night Amber’s old high school frenemy, Phoebe, turns up desperately
seeking help. The last thing Amber wants to do is get involved.
Apprehensive, she investigates and soon discovers things aren’t
what they seem. It isn’t just Halloween fun when the past comes
back to haunt them—literally!
Ouroboros
Molly
has Chris, a caring boyfriend and a typical teenage life, but she
suffers from terrifying nightmares. When an attraction to Jackson,
the hot new boy in school causes jealousy to erupt, Molly realizes
that this has all happened before—only in a different lifetime.
Chris will do anything to be with her always and if he can’t have
her, no one will.
Tina
Smith is the author of the Wolf Sirens Series. From her home in
Adelaide South Australia Tina inspires, entertains and examines life.
Night is the time her creative juices flow. Under the light of the
moon she is driven to write and connect with readers through her
mad-capped imagination—you could say it's a calling...
Melissa
Frost grew up loving young adult novels. In the fifth grade, she won
a writing competition to work with children’s author Colleen
O'Shaughnessy Mckenna, and it inspired her to write stories of her
own. In 2011, she received her certificate in Novel Writing from
London School of Journalism. Her first teen release, The Dating
Tutor, made Amazon’s Best Seller list.
S.W.Best
is the author of the Eventide Vampire Series. With this story being
in the world of Eventide, you can read more about the story in first
full length novel, Eventide Lost in Darkness, if you dare . . . Thank
you for taking the time to read my story. Your friend in darkness,
S.W.Best.
Sherri Fulmer Moorer By
day, Sherri is a program assistant for design professionals. By
night, she's an independent author if mystery and science fiction
novels. Her published works include Splinter, Move, Anywhere But
Here, and Blurry. She creates her stories from her secluded home in
the woods on South Carolina (United States), where she lives with her
husband, Rick, and their parrots, Zack and Chloe.
Alisse
Lee Goldenberg is an author of Horror, Young Adult Paranormal
Romance, and Young Adult Fantasy fiction. She has her Bachelors of
Education and a Fine Arts degree, and has studied fantasy and folk
lore since she was a child. Alisse lives in Toronto with her husband
Brian, their triplets Joseph, Phillip, and Hailey, and their
rambunctious Goldendoodle Sebastian.
An
Tran
An
Tran lives in Canada, just close enough to make a break for it to the
Arctic in case of a zombie attack. She is an avid hunter of scotch
and chocolate. Her deep appreciation of Hello Kitty and cats does not
detract from her love of all things gory and violent. Every day she
tries to blend in at an office while frantically wondering when a
zombie is going to shamble out.
Follow
her inane ramblings on Twitter @bathsaltsbook
Silver
by Tina Smith.
Dad
got ready to go and jumped in the shower as Cooper and I finished the
dishes. We were sitting on the couch as dad said goodbye and left. My
legs were wrapped around Cooper’s.
“I
can’t believe it, I think my dad likes you.”
“Seems
that way.” His eyes slid to mine.
“You
didn’t play some alien mind trick on him or something?”
He
smiled. “That’s, no.” He breathed a laugh. I felt him twist his
fingers in mine playfully.
“Can
you do anything else?”
“Like
what?”
“I
don’t know, read minds or fly…I don’t know, just anything?”
Just
then I heard a mighty smash. We both shielded our faces as something
came crashing through the sliding door. We jumped up and Coop went
ahead, toward the shattered glass. I was stunned. It was the
trampoline. It was sitting half on the deck of the balcony and the
other half through the glass sliding door. Coop grabbed the
trampoline frame and pushed it back out. Throwing it like a Frisbee
at something. Carey. He was laughing and he was levitating in the
silver. He came at us and flew into Coop. The silver melted back and
disappeared as he thrust his hand around Coop’s neck with a fierce
look.
He
lifted him up. “When the trampoline’s a rocking don’t come a
knocking,” he yelled angrily through gritted teeth. Cooper somehow
broke his hold and they fought, flinging each other into the walls of
our house and breaking the side table as I scooted out of the way.
Carey tossed Coop and started to lunge after me. He grabbed my legs
and tripped me up but he was pulled back as Coop ripped him away. My
sandals came off as I kicked. I flailed and struggled up, I had to
get away.
“Run!”
I heard Coop cry. I opened my bedroom window and looked at the ground
below. I jumped and landed awkwardly on my arm. Pain seared through
my body. I hurried to get up almost falling again as I ran for the
neighbor’s house, holding my forearm.
I
could hear the destruction going on inside the house as I ran across
the road and beat on the door with my good hand. They didn’t
answer. Next thing I knew I was catapulting through the air so that
my stomach lurched. I was inside the silver. Carey had yanked me
back. The silver started to warm as I was suspended in the air.
Suddenly it was hot. The clear watery gel started to turn yellow and
red. I realized he was heating me, his arms held out in front. Cooper
was struggling out of the house as I looked down, my skin starting to
sear. He thrust out his palm to intercept the heated silver. The heat
weakened, but I remained suspended. I began to struggle but it was no
use, the silver just seemed to contain me, no matter how I thrashed.
My
body began to lower and then as Carey regained the upper hand I
suddenly shot higher. I was suspended high on my belly looking down.
I saw Carey and Cooper, palms out, staring intensely at the force
field. I knew I was going to die. I saw my black cat, Silver. She ran
across to Carey and then the silver expanded around her in a wave.
She was in a bubble which heated yellow then red and suddenly
exploded.
I
began to tumble but just before I hit the pavement
Only
Darkness by S.W Best
Nothing
was said as they drove along the quiet tree-lined road, the
evergreens towering above them. The sun faded behind the horizon,
darkness following. Collin wished Nathan would turn on the
radio—anything to distract from his rumbling stomach. He opened his
notepad in the fading light and began to scribble out of habit.
Nathan
noticed and broke the silence. “So, Morris . . . you with anyone at
the moment?”
“Huh?”
Collin said, a little too startled for Nathan’s liking.
“Girls?
You know?” Nathan prompted with an added smile. “You are
interested in girls, yeah?” he teased. “I mean, it’s cool if
you’re not. Doesn’t bother me if you’re gay,” he added with a
sober expression, eyes back on the road.
“Yeah,
of course,” Collin answered in a hurry to defend his heterosexual
lifestyle. “Of course I’m interested in girls.” he said with a
side glance of embarrassment. “Why?”
Nathan
shuffled, seemingly at war with his conscious. “I’m not supposed
to tell. She’ll kill me.”
“Tell
what?”
“Forget
I said anything,” Nathan said eyes glued to the road.
“No,
come on, tell?”
Nathan
looked to him, spilling the beans. “Well . . . you know Heather
used to be with Dave for a while?”
Collin
felt his insides twist. How could he forget? Their two-week
‘relationship’ was a virtual kick in the nuts every time they
breezed past him in the corridor at school. “Yeah? And?” he
enquired causally though he was dying to know.
“Well,
they broke up last night.” Nathan tapped the steering wheel. “It’s
a big secret, of course, so keep it to yourself.”
His
second bout of good news today. First, the one hundred dollars, and
now this. Perfect. Someone up there did love him after all.
Collin
lost all credibility by speaking before thinking. “I noticed she
was keeping her distance at school today?” He froze. His head at
war with his heart.
Nathan
gave him a slow frown. “Yeah . . . you noticed, huh? Should I be
worried? It’s always the quiet ones they say.”
“No
. . . not at all.” Collin glanced away to save face. Silently
kicking himself.
Nathan
shrugged and continued, “Well, anyway, she’s on the rebound, and
she’s looking for a change, if you know what I mean.” He flashed
a knowing look with a hint of a sly smile. “You might be in with a
chance.”
“C’mon
man you’ve had a crush on her since second grade . . .”
Collin
felt himself blush.
“I
don’t.” He shook his head, “I wouldn’t ever have a chance . .
.”
Nathan’s
smile vanished. “Easy pickings, man. Come on?” he said a frown.
“She’s vulnerable. I’m giving you the heads up, man.” He
shook his head “Jeez, I thought you were smart?”
Collin’s
expression fell, a wounded defence. “I am smart . . .” This was
the Nathan Lawson he’d come to despise. How could I be so stupid to
trust him again? He cursed in his head. Nathan was just like all the
rest. I should have known he’d never change.
“You
should ask her out, man.”
Collin’s
soda almost came out of his nose. “What? No . . . impossible. Not
Heather Brooks. She’s one of Dave’s groupies—”
Nathan
looked at him. “Vicky Langford says she’s hung up on you. So it’s
cool.” He glanced from the road to size up Collins expression.
“There’s nothing stopping you?”
Nice
Nathan had appeared again. He liked nice Nathan but he doubted it was
true. “Are serious, it’s Heather Brooks. Every guy wants her. Why
would she be interested in a nerd like me?”
Coming
Home by Melissa Frost
Andi
marched along the snow-covered sidewalk without any real destination
in mind. If she could, she would allow her speedy pace take her away
from the anxiety Devon’s presence had stirred up, but she doubted
he would allow that to happen.
“You
wanted to talk,” she said brusquely, feeling cornered in by the
impending conversation, “so talk.”
“Hold
up a second!” He broke into a jog to keep up with her hurried pace.
When she didn’t slow, he grabbed her elbow and pulled her to a
stop. “Andi, wait! I just want a minute to look at you.” As he
swung her around to face him, his glove-covered hands went to her
face, the gray fabric scratching at her cheeks. “I want to make
sure you’re really here with me. After all this time…it feels
like a dream.”
She
tensed while the wool encasing his fingers stroked along her cheek,
but she didn’t pull away. The fog from their breaths mingled,
looking more intimate than it had any right to. She didn’t know
this boy, but he was acting as if he knew her more than she knew
herself. It was disconcerting.
“What
happened to you?” he asked, his voice sounding pained.
The
question caught her by surprise, and she found she had to swallow
down a lump in her throat before she could speak. “It’s not that
complicated. I was dumped into the system and abandoned.”
“Abandoned?”
He spoke the word with horror thick in his voice. “Andi, that’s
just not true. My parents—” He shook his head. “They wanted to
take you in. You should have come live with us, but the idiots at the
sheriff’s department thought my parents were…suspects. They kept
you away from us. They thought my dad had a hand in your parents’
deaths.”
She
took a fearful step back, feeling suddenly wary. “Did he?”
“How
can you ask that?” Devon’s hands dropped away from her, and his
blue eyes widened. “Our parents were pack.”
She
blinked at him, confused by his explanation. “Pack?”
“Yeah,
pack. Meaning they were loyal. Undyingly so. My father never would
have hurt your parents. They…they were best friends.”
She
was still having a hard time following him. He was talking about
things as if she understood their meaning, things that didn’t make
any sense. “Pack. As in…” She couldn’t bring herself to say
it. It was too ridiculous. Unfortunately, he said it for her.
“As
in werewolves.” Devon spoke slowly, as if talking to a child. “I
figured that was assumed.”
“You
figured…that was…” Andi trailed off. Shaking her head, she took
another step back, wanting to put some space between them. “Of
course the only cute boy to ever talk to me has to be insane. That’s
just the kind of luck I have.”
“Insane?”
Devon’s eyebrows shot up and his expression became affronted. “Why
would you think that?”
He
seemed truly perplexed by the accusation, which caused her to give a
nervous laugh. He was making her uncomfortable again, and she didn’t
like it.
“Why
would you say our parents were in a werewolf pack together?
Obviously, that would lead me to think you weren’t functioning at a
hundred percent in the mental department.”
“Our
parents were in a pack together,” he said obstinately. “I was in
the pack, and so were you.”
Ouroboros
by Alisse Lee Goldenberg and An Tran
Night
had fallen. By eleven, Molly sat on the floor of Jackson’s family
room wearing nothing but one of his sweatshirts. A box of pizza sat
open behind her. She had spread a collection of Chris’s belongings
in a circle around a glass mason’s jar. Inside the jar stood a
short fat candle. Chris’s letterman’s jacket was lying beside a
photograph of the two of them. Nearby was a notebook of game plays
that he had spent hours on. Next to that, an old teddy bear that he
had won at a carnival sat smiling. Molly had set up white candles in
various positions around the room.
“Are
you sure this is going to work?” Jackson asked as he walked into
the room.
Molly
smiled up at him. He wore nothing except a pair of loose sweat pants
that hung low on his hips.
Jackson’s
lips curled up in a smile as he watched her watching him.
“Well?”
he asked again.
“Everything
I read said that this is the best way,” Molly assured him. Deep
down she felt less than certain.
“So
we basically light the candles, call Chris and he’ll magically go
inside the jar.”
“Basically,
yeah,” Molly said. “He’ll be trapped, and we’ll be free.”
“It
seems too easy. I don’t know…”
Molly
stood and put her arms around Jackson. “Trust me,” she said to
him and gave him a light kiss.
“Okay,”
Jackson said. “I do trust you. It’s him I have an issue with.”
Midnight
came. Molly set to work lighting the candles. She and Jackson sat
cross-legged on the floor. Molly took a deep breath and tried to
focus on what she had to do.
“Chris,”
Molly called out. “If you’re there, if you can hear me, it’s
Molly. I want to see you. I want you to come to me.”
She
looked around the room and saw no change. Nothing had happened. She
tried not to feel frustrated, and tried to focus on Chris. She saw
his smiling face in her mind. She could see his eyes, their purple
colour standing out more than she ever remembered it doing before.
“Chris!”
Molly called again. “I need you to come to me! Chris, if you can
hear me, I command you to show yourself now!”
The
candles around the room sputtered and flared. Molly felt
goose-pimples spring up along her arms. The hair on the back of her
neck stood. She looked Jackson in the eye and saw fear on his face.
Jackson
looked around trying to see if Chris was there.
A
couple of candles fell over onto the floor and Jackson scrambled to
right them.
Chris
entered the room. Molly’s eyes went wide as she saw him. He looked
just as he did when she had last seen him alive.
“You’re
trying to trap me Molly?” Chris said. His purple eyes blazed with
anger.
“I
have to,” Molly cried. “I know the truth about you. I know the
truth about all of us. This has to end.”
Chris
frowned at her. “Sweetie,” he said. “I told you many times
before. If I can’t have you, no one can.”
“I
don’t think so,” Jackson said.
A
wind whipped up around the room tossing papers around them. Molly
scrambled, trying to stop them from flying into the candles and
catching fire.
“Stop
this!” she cried. “It doesn’t have to be this way!”
“Yes
it does!” Chris screamed in anger.
Jackson
darted forward and grabbed the jar. Chris stared at him, and with a
flick of his wrist, sent a side table hurtling towards him, knocking
him to the ground.
“No!”
Molly cried.
Non
Stop to Know Where by Sherri Fulmer Moorer
“My
mind is made up. Get your stuff out of the house.”
“You
can’t be serious. I just lost our baby, and now you’re kicking me
out?”
“You
knew getting in this mess again would be the last straw. The lease is
terminated and we have a week to vacate. I talked to your parents and
they agreed to help you move back in with them when the hospital
releases you.”
Amber
shuddered, standing outside the hospital room. So Phoebe knew. She
went to so much trouble to convince her uncle to let her deliver the
news, but Ted got there first.
“Ted,
you can’t do this,” Phoebe sobbed.
“Don’t
play the damsel in distress with me. I’m done with this crap.”
“What
about us?”
“I
can’t do this again. Go back home to your parents. Work out your
problems. Then we’ll see what happens.” Ted stormed out of the
room as Phoebe cried after him, stopping before he ran into Amber.
His brown hair was messed up and his brown eyes were
bloodshot—clearly, he was as shaken from this mess as everybody
else.
“Ted,
I’m sorry,” Amber said weakly.
He
pointed at her. “This is your fault. Every time she tangles with
you, it’s trouble. Stay away from her.” He stormed down the hall
before Amber could reply.
Amber
sighed as she walked in the hospital room, where Phoebe’s body
racked with sobs. She put her arm around Phoebe. “I’m sorry. I
thought I’d get here sooner.”
Phoebe
looked up at Amber. “So you know?”
Amber
nodded, sinking into the chair beside the bed. “My uncle called
this morning. I told him I was coming by to see you. I would have
been here earlier, but I had some explaining to do when my parents
got home. Your mother called my father last night, and, well, Mom and
Dad aren’t happy with me.”
“Join
the club,” Phoebe said, flopping back on her pillow. “I’ve had
my parents, my priest, a psychiatrist, and my now ex-boyfriend come
to give me a piece of their mind today, and they all agree on one
thing: I’m crazy.” She paused. “You were right. I should have
never gotten into this mess with spells and witchcraft. I should have
left well enough alone and taken my chances. Dabbling in that crap
just made it all worse. The very things I feared came to pass.”
“Well,
for better or worse, it’s over,” Amber said. “The porthole is
closed. Leave it closed, and there shouldn’t be any more of those
problems.”
Phoebe
snorted. “So much for a happy ending.”
