Holocaust Novel Night Novels & Stories

Holt walked past carrying lemonade. “I like this child more every day.” “You are encouraging her.” “I am supporting innovation.” Interesting. Very interesting. That evening they built a fire near the lake. Not because they needed warmth. Because some places deserved campfires. The sun disappeared slowly behind the trees. Orange became gold. Gold became purple. The first stars began appearing overhead. Nova sat between Mrs. Holt and Eleanor while roasting marshmallows with the seriousness of a military operation. “That one is burning.” “It is caramelizing.”

Finally, a young girl raised her hand. "They're both important." Cassian's smile deepened. "Exactly." He looked around the library. "Never write history in a way that makes ordinary people disappear." As evening approached, Nova climbed the western watchtower overlooking Blackthorn. The city stretched beneath her, glowing beneath hundreds of lanterns. She could see smoke rising from family hearths. Children running home before supper. Merchants closing their shops for the night. It was everything she had hoped to protect. Footsteps echoed behind her.

The village was little more than a coaching inn, a stable, and a handful of weather-beaten houses built against the mountainside. Something felt wrong the moment we arrived. Too quiet. No children played outside. No smoke drifted from most chimneys. The villagers watched us through shuttered windows but never stepped into the street. Even the innkeeper lowered his voice. "You shouldn't stay long." Kael removed his gloves. "Why?" The old man glanced toward the mountains before answering. "People have been disappearing." "When?" "Every night." My pulse quickened. "The Cult?" The innkeeper shook his head. "If only it were that simple."

Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted across this dark, lifeless plain. In a different plane lied a primordial creature of the night finding solace in the eternal night that plagued his castle, the whistle and Chimes of fate had stirred his old blood awake. He knew that times were finally changing, and it seemed he had to get back to the game. "I wonder how Netherndel is faring, it's time I get back" his deep red eyes shone with a dangerous glint as he looked across the darkness, his eyes seemed to bypass the veil between planes for his gaze had a godly presence that came with it.

Adam said gently. He was always like that. Adam never once messed with me. "Last night, you came to my room, opened the door, and took off my clothes, and you took off yours. We both enjoyed the night without me knowing that you were Adam. The lights were off so that I couldn't catch your reflection very well. I thought you were Gavin; I couldn't hear your sighs and whispers very well either. I might have. It felt different that night. But I didn't think much of it because, damn it, I enjoyed what you did to me," I said honestly. Adam was silent, and so was I. We faced each other in the room, remembering the sin we had committed.

But I believed him. In the third month of my tenure, the director called me into his office and said that due to the shortage of medical staff, they were short on personnel for the night shifts. He insisted that working night shifts was an essential experience if I wanted to become vice-director. I believed him and accepted without hesitation. That night, I finished my rounds around eleven o'clock and was passing by the break room when I heard something... unusual. It was a sound I knew well. But now, hearing it in the break room, my mind raced.

But what if she really did? --- SOMEWHERE IN NEW YORK The grand hall was cloaked in darkness, the only light coming from flickering candles mounted on the black walls. The air was heavy with tension as Eros strode through the room, his presence commanding and menacing. The guards flanking the door bowed deeply as he passed. He entered a smaller chamber, its walls adorned with eerie, ancient paintings depicting battles between demons and angels. The atmosphere was suffocating, but Eros moved with purpose. "Lucifer," came a voice from the shadows.

This wasn’t a quick death, they wanted him to suffer. Their hatred smoked the atmosphere with disdain. My entire body stiffened at the sight of bombs, almost like any kind of movement would set it off. It looked like the ones with a timer, only I couldn’t gouge how long I had left. Flicking my gaze back to the two in front of me, guilt clawing at my heart and souring my tongue. Embedded deep down in my soul, I didn’t want Lazarus to die. Suddenly the memory of Nightwolf pops into my mind, the piles of decaying and mutilated dead bodies, humans and hybrids imprisoned and forced into death matches while also being brutally tortured.

That Night Copyright © K.I. Lynn This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.

I closed my eyes and took a nap for a while because I had to wake up last night first. Who can sleep so well when you are immersed in its wide chest and you can feel its hard pandesal in the body. Until I didn't realize that I was already sound asleep. STEVENSON Earlier I was awake and went to sleep because I wanted to freely observe Andrea's appearance on my chest. I'm still dizzy from what happened and I also don't know how I got to this room. But I only noticed one thing about him even though he was just awake, he was still beautiful. I continue to be attracted to it even more, even when I first saw it for the first time, others were beautiful. The beauty queens I see on television s