Holocaust Novel Night Novels & Stories

" I stare at the side of his face for a moment. I am Frozen for a thought hits me. There is only one window in the library. ------------------------------------------- My fingers quietly sift through the pages of the old Kings' journal, Xiirian Adonis Prime, The 8th Night Wolf. The sound of the slight brushes of pages and my small breaths are drowned by the snores of the other slaves that are already fast asleep, against the silence of midnight. It is well into the night, but I cannot sleep. Not when Night Wolf's words seem to bleed through the pages. He lived a life crueler than I ever imagined. His grief. His loneliness. I thought it was parallel to mine but is far different. It is deeper

"Hey did you see someone with a little girl around here just now? Franca could hear their conversation. she held Niyola's mouth and prayed silently. I didn't see anyone. the driver sounds clear and calm. He Revs the the engine and drove away. Franca peeked out of the window, the assassin were still there looking at the moving bus. fortunately, the driver was not on high speed and the assassin could not raise any suspicions against the driver. they stood there watching the bus until it was out of their sight. Niyola was very hungry and became too weak to cry. Franca saw from the signpost that they were now in Louisiana state. the sun was now rising when the driver pulled up, Franca peeked out

He told her retreating form, however not even sparing the old woman a single glance as his attention remained trained on the beauty before him. All silent and completely invisible, the dark shadow watched from a close corner as the two unsuspecting humans intently stared into each other's eyes, the mere sight making it feel so sick and utterly disgusted. That last nightmare it planted within her mind should've been enough to scare her away or -with a little bit of luck- even make her move out. But no, there she was laying in his arms like the fucking sleeping beauty and closer than ever. Fucking whiny little bitch. "Can you walk?" Nicholas gently asked the girl before moving to stand up from

DELILAH Maybe I’m just too used to the Blackwaters. The prowling mansions. The polished cars. Everything sparkling. Everything is pretending to be perfect. And then..... knock, knock. I almost scream. My heart jumps into my throat as I look toward the window, and there he is......Jason, smiling brightly at me, the night doesn't have anything on him. He waves at me, casual, easy.

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.”

I am the last heir of the Eclipse royal line, and the only person in a hundred years who can carry Nyx, the first dark wolf. If I reached adulthood safely, I would become the Eclipse Queen, and every wolf alive would bow to me. But when I was six, rogues broke into the nursery. To save a baby lying in a pool of blood, I shifted into a black wolf in front of everyone, and showed a power that could swallow an Alpha command whole. The Elders were afraid I would lose control, and they wanted me put to death. Agatha Voss, the priestess, had no choice but to seal away my wolf and my memories. She gave me to the Ashbourne family to raise and warned them again and again, "Treat this child well, and

“You know what I’m reading, of course you do.” “I haven’t researched it as I stalked you on camera if that’s what you’re referring to.” Max smiled. “It’s a novel about a woman who rescued thousands of children by smuggling them out of the Warsaw Ghetto in World War II.” “Sounds heroic,” Max said. “I’ve just started, seems good so far.” Abby paused. Max seemed different, more reserved if it was possible. Reserved and distracted. “What’s wrong? Have you heard something?” His eyes shot to hers. “What makes you say that?”

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.