Night By Elie Wiesel: Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

Chapter 41: Whispers in the Dreaming Night had settled with a silence that was almost suffocating. The village slept unaware, wrapped in mundane fears of hunger, cold, and superstition, oblivious to the storm that stirred beyond mortal comprehension. But in the clearing, the three children did not sleep. Not fully. Shadows slithered over their minds, subtle at first, brushing their senses, whispering, prodding.

Chapter 9: The Price of Victory Night falls heavy and fast, the way it always does in the borderlands—like someone snuffed out the last candle and left only smoke. I’m inside the tent, hood down, studying the next chapter by that faint violet glow from my own fingertips when the first vibration hits the ground. Not the usual camp shuffle. Not footsteps. Something heavier. Coordinated. Many. I drop the book. Hood up. Slip to the flap and peer out.

The moment I saw the description of the massacre, the fire returned. Not as a dream. Not as a distant memory. As if I were standing there again. Flames rose into the night sky. Wolves screamed. Men shouted orders while homes burned around them. I dropped the page. “No.” Kael immediately stepped closer. “Nyra?” I shook my head. “I've seen this.” His expression changed. “Seen what?” “The fire.” My voice trembled. “The village. The wolves running. The warriors surrounding the houses.”

I didn't bother to complain; they were probably right, anyway. The second night was worse than the first, and all of us were running low on body heat. We huddled as close as possible until the sun rose again, and then we kept kept on huddling until I ordered us to march again. The only way we would survive is if we found a way off this mountain very, very soon. Luckily, Rufias thought he knew of a way. We all followed him. And on the third night... I awoke from an already awful sleep to the sound of crying – not just from one source, but from a couple. Julius was smooshed tightly between Surry and myself, and though he tried keeping his sobs low, they were still quite audible.

Everyone was happy. We had a perfect moment. That night I had a good sleep after a long time. Little did I know that it was going to be the best sleep I was going to have in a long long time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So that's chapter 3, please let me know what you guys think, and feel free to comment.

C H A P T E R 3 : T H E N I C E B A C K R U B A N D C H I L D H O O D M E M O R Y J A V I E R S U M M E R S

I felt my heart ache for her. “ I will never forget that immense sorrow and pain I felt that day…but that night , while everyone lay asleep I limped to our balcony and began to cry. I think it was the pain or the strong emotions that I had that awoken something in me.” I find myself sitting upright , listening intently to what was beginning to unfold.

The next day Chilli POV 'So much for a good night's sleep', I think to myself squinting at my bedside clock. Three-thirty am. We exhausted ourselves after round four I think it was, and conked out pretty quickly. Now a sickly feeling forms in my stomach at the thought of what this day brings. I stare at the seconds ticking by hoping it will help me drift back off to sleep before this nauseating feeling settles. My eyes begin to feel heavy as Elias moves in the bed next to me and rolls over, pulling me in close. I purr in his arms as everything goes dark and peaceful as I return to the land of dreams.

⸻ 🌌💀🖤 End of Chapter 38 To Be Continued…

Midnight felt impossibly far away. I spent the entire evening pretending I wasn't nervous. I ate dinner. I showered. I even tried watching a movie with Liana. I couldn't tell you what the movie was about. My mind kept returning to the same three messages. Elias didn't betray your mother. He tried to save her. Go to the old chapel at midnight. At eleven-thirty, Liana finally stood. “Ready?” “No.” “Good. At least you're honest.”