Brighter Nights Novels & Stories

"If tonight is only _____ night, please, older brother, have one guy hold the best position this time." short female, bright pure dream, light shining flaming brilliant mat illuminating enter apartment room Yes, two dear figures are sleeping while hugging. Shining light to wake you up Teacher girl awake, awake, miss rub stir, open eyes out, causing guy on the edge of consciousness to get up. Four eyes look together and do not know what to speak of. Miss collapsed eye down sees Dear Figure naked giant of me, one blood king on bed sheets. I look at the teacher, full of old man, perplexed, and wait for the teacher to pronounce judgment.

Argos' words trailed as he stepped toward me. We watched as Alassandra tilted her head back, and a loud scream escaped her lips; she threw the white ball of light forward into the darkness, flicking it toward the shadows. Our eyes were drawn to the massive ball of light that was expanding around us. We had no choice but to cover our eyes as the light was so intense that we were completely blinded by it. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and everything felt as if it was spinning. Suddenly, a loud growl was heard. I opened my eyes to find we were no longer in the manor but in the woods just outside the Valer dorm.

My reflection looked like a stranger's eyes faded, lips pressed tight. And then, almost without noticing, I whispered to the glass, to the city, to myself: “Just one night of freedom. That’s all I need.” As the city lights shimmered, a dangerous thought took root in Ava’s heartone that would fire everything that followed. *One night to run, one night to burn.*

Quiet, yet stubborn. The night asks no more questions. Darkness is no longer the enemy—it is a blanket. The moon in the window is a white, clear disk, and somehow, it feels as though it shines a shade brighter tonight. Perhaps my eyes are only adjusting to the silence. Perhaps Lunathiel watches us still. Or perhaps the world itself has noticed that tonight, we didn’t feed grief—but closeness. By morning, we will be stronger. Not because we forgot— but because we remembered. Each other.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

That was when I realized that using the matches comes with a price, so in this life, I deliberately let you take them. "I just wanted to watch you suffer the backlash, to see your body rot like mine did before, and to watch you cling to life in unbearable pain." The more she spoke, the more excited she became. She even held up her phone to film my miserable state. "Renee, this is going to be the best you'll look for the next ten years, so let me capture it. Over the next decade, everything from your bones to your hair will slowly rot away, and you'll live in agony every single day."

“Bingo.” I set my eyes on it and walk right through, emerging into a narrow hall. The blue light glows above me, reflecting off the metal bars of an old-fashioned jail cell. Something glows from within, and I have to move a few steps closer before I realize it’s a UV heat lamp, much like one you’d put in a reptile cage. “Dina,” I say, seeing her outline huddled against the back of the cell, shielding her face from the UV light. She looks up and the skin on her cheeks chars.

her eyes brimmed with tears, tears that she trying not to fall whatever it takes. “That Bloody Night were they first show up with full force,” she added as her eyes turned blank as she try very best to not to cry or even crack her voice. “As if maddened, they move so fast and deadly! To the point of draining everyone... Everyone that have the blood of the Brightest Moon and the...Almighty Sun, have drained their blood to flood the land with redness!”

["Naughty, Am I Not?"] The claws of night spread across the whole city, covering it with nothingness. Stars flickered and pulsated up in the night sky, and as if in a parade, they fluttered their shine while occasionally hiding behind the soft embrace of clouds that were in need of mates. There — somewhere in a room having an absolute lack of light and embraced only in blues and reds, were two individuals who were hungrily stroking each other, not willing to find solace in their sugary-sweet kisses.

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***