Film When Night Is Falling Novels & Stories

When nightfall came, he went back to LUST DAWN and wore his uniform. “Hey, Oppa.” Angelo shook his head and turned to see Narae leaning on the bar counter. “Hey, miss seducer.” Narae slightly chuckled. “How was last night? Did something great happen?” Angelo suddenly remembered his dream, and he smiled. “Yep! It was surreal.” Narae looked at the person in confusion. “What exactly happened?” “Too private to share.” Angelo winked at her. Narae just laughed at his answer before saying goodbye to look for victims again. Angelo continued serving drinks to his customers. He suddenly remembered the dream and his teasing of Charles earlier, so he looked like a fool smiling alone. Speaking of that gu

When I look into the mirror I see five of myself, all looking pale. Is it the wine? My fears are confirmed when I cough blood into the pristine sink. The red hue moves slowly down the drain as I start to fall. It has never been this painful before. I try to hold on tighter but my hand is slipping, my breath becoming heavier. “Drew…” I try to scream, but my body meets the floor before I can make a sound. The beeping of machines is like a distant song that’s all too familiar. It draws me out from an otherwise dreamless sleep which feels good for a change.

The nights were the hardest, as the moon's light cast a haunting glow upon her fur, igniting her bloodlust. On this particular night, the moon was full and radiant, and Astrid could feel the transformation taking hold. She tried to resist, to maintain her human form, but the beast within her was relentless. As the moon reached its peak in the sky, Astrid's body convulsed, and she fell to her knees, crying out in pain. Her bones cracked and shifted, her limbs stretched and reshaped, and her senses heightened to a feverish pitch.

Not lustful. But like a promise. A vow. That night, I couldn’t sleep again. Too much noise in my head. So I slipped out of bed quietly and made my way to the hallway. I didn’t expect to find anyone else awake. But as I neared the end of the hall, I saw him—Jillian—shirtless, leaning over the balcony with a lit cigar in hand. The moonlight made his skin glow pale gold. His back muscles flexed as he turned, hearing me approach.

Isabelle drank her coffee on the sun-drenched patio of her Upper East Side condominium the next morning, her head still reeling from the events of the night before. The alluring aroma of Damien's perfume seemed to cling to her very pores, making it difficult to think of anything else. She closed her eyes, unwelcome thoughts of his smoldering gaze and the carved features of his bare chest rushing back. The way his robe gaped open so tantalizingly, daring her gaze to roam. As they discussed the lurid details of their sham marriage, she was enchanted by his deep, gravelly voice.

Jaz POV The Moon Valley Pack is located a few miles from the Pacific Ocean and between two large mountains that separate us from the rest of the world. When you sit on the cliff that is not too far from the pack. You can see the Ocean and then you can look up and see the moon. I came across the cliff when I was 17 while on my nightly run at 11. Ever since Alpha Jax, Bata James, and Sam found me they brought me back to the pack. They gave me 2 weeks to heal and pass every test that the doctors gave to me. Then they began training me to be the best of the best. Fist they wanted to learn everything about me. From where I came from, what happened to me and of course I could tell them anything be

December brought the first snow. Thick, feathery flakes drifted from the sky to form a thin layer on my gravestone. I heard footsteps in the distance. They grew louder as the visitor approached. Marcus wiped the snow off my gravestone and placed a bouquet of dark red roses before it. Then, he got on his knees before my gravestone and lowered his head without saying anything. He remained like that for such a long time that the snow piled on his shoulders instead. Finally, he spoke. "Renee, I know you don't want to see me, but let me be selfish once more. I promise this is the last time I'll be here."

~Faye Perfect. My fingers dig under the window pane, sliding it up until the cool night air drifted through. It's not snowing tonight, but the air bites at my bare arms. There's no point in dressing up if I'm going to shift anyway. So instead, I sling my leg over the ledge, looking down at the ground below. Here's hoping the grass catches my fall. Taking a deep breath, I fall until my feet touch the ground, my ankles jarring in response. No one should be out this way tonight. As far as I'm aware, the Guards are working different rounds until midnight.

Twilight Fall Town Town Motel The town was a sophisticated one, composure and thoughtful to be precise. Perhaps, it was for the downset of the sun conferring upon the land a heavy dullness that could render one blind. The sky was starless and the moon was obviously out of sight, meticulous night for the creatures of the night. During the day, the streets and towns are always safe for the majorderances but during the dawn of night, everything becomes messy and rogue. In movies, horror lurks in the silhouettes, the night is the horror, along it comes not zombie breakouts or waste mutant experiments but vampires and not just vampires but many more.