Holocaust Novel Night Novels & Stories

The door was usually locked, but tonight, the handle turned under her touch. The room was dark, save for the glow of a single reading lamp someone had forgotten to switch off. The smell of old paper and tobacco filled the air. She wandered between the shelves until a heavy, leather-bound journal caught her eye. It had no title, only one word embossed in faded gold: Noah She froze, her hand hovering over the spine. She knew she shouldn't open it. She knew it was an invasion of the only thing he had left for himself. But the fear that had been gnawing at her for days pushed her forward.

--- Meanwhile, in the coastal hills of Croatia, Nova stood before a bonfire surrounded by twenty young recruits. They knelt. Not in fear, but reverence. She held out a book-handmade, leather-bound, filled with blank pages. "This is yours," she said to a trembling girl with tear-streaked cheeks. "Your story begins tonight. Your past no longer matters." The girl whispered, "What if I forget who I was?" Nova touched her forehead gently. "That's the point." Around the flames, more recruits lit candles. One by one, they tossed photographs of their old lives into the fire. Parents. Schools. Birth certificates.

Then, gradually, those fade into rows of modest homes—still tidy, still safe, but smaller, warmer somehow. And then the scenery starts to change again. The houses grow tighter together, the lights fewer, the streets narrower. The signs of wealth melt into cracked sidewalks and half-lit corners. Eventually, the houses start to disappear altogether, replaced by tired buildings and flickering streetlights that look like they’re struggling to stay alive. That’s when it hits me, this is where Jason lives. It’s the kind of neighborhood where a girl shouldn’t be walking alone at night. My fingers tighten around the steering wheel as I slow down, checking the GPS again to make sure I’m not lost.

We found our way back inside of my new house. Rudolph set me down on the sofa. He wrapped a blanket around me but, that didn’t adjust my frozen state. I was still seeing everything. My brother, my parents, her annihilated body. It was constant visuals playing on repeat in my mind. I couldn’t see past it. It was like I could see and understand everything about life, death and the Universe for the first time. He Walked outside briefly and came back in with an old wheel grinding stone. That thing must have weighed a ton, and he was carrying it like it was tv. He placed it in front of the door.

He exhaled slowly, as if dragging the memory up from somewhere he had long tried to forget. “The battlefield had been drenched in more than just blood; it reeked of iron, smoke, and something unnatural. The villagers had begged us to put an end to it, to stop the creatures that hunted at night and killed some of their family members. So, I, Noah, and a few others took up arms and set out to hunt those creatures. We saw ourselves as hunters.”

The night was a curse for every person on the street because,, at night, hyenas in human form would come out to satisfy their hunger. They would target innocent orphaned children or old women lying on the street to satisfy their greed. We would hide silently in the garbage dump or behind the dustbin and always pray for the morning. It was not that morning was auspicious for us, but that those human hyenas would leave in the morning was enough for us. I know you all have been through such situations.

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She had already sprinted past the turnoff for her apartment building; leading these unknown killers to her safe house would be suicide. She needed to lose them in the dark, because if she failed to break their line of sight, she would likely end up as a corpse on an autopsy table by morning. The path ahead was pitch black, unlit by any city infrastructure, but her enhanced night vision handled the darkness without issue. Fortunately, she knew these back alleys like the back of her hand. Reaching the absolute end of the concrete maze, the narrow path finally opened up into the wide, brightly lit expanse of the multi-lane highway.

The musty scent of old paper and dust hung heavy in the deserted back corner of the university library. Isabel hunched over a scarred wooden table, the only light coming from the harsh glare of her laptop screen. Rain lashed against the high, narrow windows, mirroring the storm raging inside her. The cracked remnants of her phone lay discarded beside her like broken promises. Jenna’s words – “He’ll never believe you… you’ll be alone… with nothing but that bastard child”– echoed like a poison in her mind, but beneath the horror, a new sensation pulsed: a cold, hard kernel of resolve.

"You'll always have the right to tell me to stop." When he lowered his lips to mine, I didn't flinch. Even when pain mingled with the pleasure and I lost my breath, he never hurried me like Giovanni would. He would stroke my back until I relaxed. Afterward, he cradled me in his arms. He gently combed my hair with his fingers. "Are you alright?" I nodded and burrowed against his chest. "Better than alright. I never knew it could actually be… good." … The next morning, I woke from a nightmare.