Endless Night Book Novels & Stories

He faded from the city, a pathetic figure no one remembered. When the dust settled, Fabio took me to his family's old estate. We walked down a stone path, his hand warm in mine. "My mother loved crabapple blossoms," he said. "She said they stand for love that endures pain." I paused, caught off guard. He stopped, turning to me seriously. "You can tear up that agreement anytime. My promise to you wasn't just for then. It's forever." I blinked in confusion. Then he led me to the rooftop, where a telescope stood. "Remember this?"

As the first light of dawn painted the sky, Drew and Jette faced the uncertain day ahead—a day that held the promise of unraveling the mysteries that lingered in the shadows of dreams and the echoes of a past that seemed to resurface in the most unexpected ways. The dawn broke with hues of soft pinks and golds, casting a gentle glow upon the apartment as Jette and Drew sat on the edge of their bed, grappling with the residual unease from the night's disturbance. The old journal, a silent witness to the unfolding events, lay between them like a bridge between reality and the inexplicable. "Drew," Jette began, her voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and determination, "the book from my

And this is how the last story about Light and Darkness that I wanted to present to you ends. It was certainly an extraordinary journey, showing different stories, but at the same time touching the same topic - can two such opposing poles as Light and Darkness connect at some point? I'll leave it to your own choice, but one thing is for sure - as Miyuki said in Book 4, wanting to stop the battle between vampires and wizards - Light and Darkness certainly couldn't exist without each other. If there was only Light but no Darkness, what would be its meaning? Likewise, if there was only Darkness in the world, wouldn't its existence be pointless without trying to "devour" the Light?

But there was something else there with her, something that was made of the night, something with teeth that wanted to devour her. She woke covered in sweat and her body felt like it was made of swollen pain. As soon as she realized the book was floating next to the bed, she’d uttered a tiny scream and then it dropped to the floor. Lauren realized her mom was looking at her expectantly, that she’d gotten lost thinking about the book. “I guess, yeah, I didn’t really know what to do with myself yesterday,” Lauren said. “Well, you can lie down if you need to,” Mom said. “The first few times seem like they’re especially hard.” “Thanks,” Lauren said. “I guess I’ll see how I feel later. Maybe I’ll

Namir blocked her way and let out a soft growl to stop her, but she continued. Nemiah walked towards the corridor and there seemed to be a different gleam coming from the rock stand in the middle of the eerie hall. She stepped closer and figured out it was a piece of a scroll that seemed torn from a bigger part. There were words written in different symbols like that in the diary she found in Nemiah's room. She took it and was about to read it when a group of human-like shadows came from the open door. Namir growled before her. She was horrified to see the scary creatures so she ran towards where the fireflies made their way. The shadows followed them and they made terrifying sounds.

After a while, I saw the writing on the wall and I wasn't heartbroken over the inevitable breakup either. Not long after the breakup, Miko admitted to her and her boyfriend's breakup. We laughed at our luck with the opposite sex and decided we should meet up back at the BDSM club for their "game night." The club ran themed events throughout the month: lesbian night, gay night, game night, singles night, couples night, etc. Considering our love of old fantasy board games etc, we decided to have some fun and unwind. We met up that night and immediately jumped into a Magic: The Gathering 5-person game that ended up lasting two hours. After we were both knocked out at the one-hour mark, I offere

Every candle inside the Hall of Readers reignited by themselves. Thousands. Millions. An endless ocean of golden flames illuminated the darkness. Each flame contained a memory. Each memory belonged to someone whose story had once been erased. Children. Kings. Monsters. Dreamers. Entire civilizations flickered inside the tiny lights. Adrian realized something terrifying. None of those stories had truly disappeared. They had only been waiting. The White Book trembled again. A new sentence slowly appeared. "Every forgotten story remembers its author." The Pen of Endings suddenly flew into Adrian's hand.

He stood on the balcony in the cold wind all night. When he returned to the bedroom, he found that my mother had jumped out of the window. That night, it poured. The rain washed away the blood from my mother's corpse. Cade rushed over and held me tight, letting me punch him repeatedly. He kept saying, "It's okay, it's okay…" But he chose Summer as his new fling. As Mrs. Finley, what dignity do I have left? That night, Cade did not come home. The trending topic I arranged was buried deep by him.

DANTE I got up early, as always when I have an important assignment, at five in the morning. I never slept that much anyway, I was getting used to only sleeping four or five hours, as far as my nightmares would allow. I opened the window, felt the cold penetrating my lungs and so I cleared all the whiskey I drank the night before. Since the death of my parents my dreams turned into nightmares, making me constantly fight with my inner and outer demons that had murdered my parents.

“Born as one, but split by time, twins that should never depart will hold the sun and the other the moon. The starts in between and the life they hold, protected, the ones who should protect, but will be torn by fate and lies. How would their life end up, from the loop of insanity that’s starting to mark their reality?” Opening the book and letting it decide by flipping its pages and comes stopping at a certain page. She reads those words as her smile never faded in between. With the clear picture of the character that is being presented, she once more giggles closing the book and holding it close to her embrace. With the title that is unrecognizable in the present time, and with the words t