Night By Elie Wiesel: Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

I got shot four times, bled out on the chapel steps. Second—some rogue truck crushed my car. Snapped my hand to pieces. Third—our hotel exploded. I was trapped in that fire for three brutal hours. She reached out, fingers grazing the wreckage on my arm. Then she gave this slow, heavy nod. "Your parents trusted us with you when they died... And this is how Lorenzo repays them. We didn't just fail you—we failed everything your family stood for." My nose burned. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

Was marching toward the fortress with the enemy. End of Chapter Thirty

The sun burned black outside. Not slow. Within a breath the darkness feeds the light. The hospital room — or what went out as a hospital — became gray. Quiet. Like the world just before a storm. Three children stood before me. Three possibilities. Three lives. On the ground was the first lost child. Now a real baby. Little. Screaming. Amber eyes full of fear. In my arms Elio slept quietly as if he trusted me, even now. And before me was Aren.

Then, the shadows deepened, and it slept once more. End of Chapter 3

Kept going. The third chapter was the hardest and the best. Elowen sitting with someone in the middle of the night, not talking, just there, and the way that kind of presence could hold things that words would have made smaller. I wrote it and read it back and it was true in every direction. I didn't change a word.

It pulsed beneath my palm like a heartbeat. I exhaled slowly and pressed my hand against the page. The flames came instantly. They swallowed the book in a soundless roar, a fire without smoke or heat. Before Silas could yank me away, the blaze leapt and coiled around me like serpents. My vision swallowed itself. One blink I stood in our chamber and the next I stood on snow. A village lay in front of me, small and poor and full of smoke. The air smelled of frost. Children chased one another through the mud with sticks and no shoes. I heard laughter and the reason it hurt was because I knew it would not last.

Chapter: 133 ****** THIRD PERSON: The night was thick with tension as the fire blazed fiercely against the backdrop of the darkened sky. Hidden behind the rugged mountain range, the ground was scorched, a stark contrast to the shimmering stars above. Jagged rocks jutted out from the earth, their silhouettes illuminated by the hungry flames that danced and flickered, casting eerie shadows that seemed to writhe with life.

The village moved around them like a patient animal that had seen princes come and go and had no opinion about either. A shadow passed overhead, sudden and loud. They both flinched. A helicopter? Here? The shape scythed across the blue, banking, vanishing. Nadai’s heart stuttered. “Did you...” “Don’t,” Elias said, too fast. “Don’t make him a miracle.” They stood. Paid. Walked again, less bent now, more determined, toward the bus that came sometimes and sometimes didn’t. Toward a night that would ask for another price. Toward whatever survived the day after you told the truth.

WARNING: This chapter contains disturbing events. Will trigger traumas that contain violence and abuse. Kindly skip some parts. Chapter 8- Darkness The frost season has already started and just like the heavy weather, the atmosphere at La Papillonne is dreadful. The memories of death lingered through the minds of the orphans and caused solemn fear to everyone including Elise. Elise did not sleep and stayed awake until morning. Beth, who is quiet now with tears in her eyes, didn't move because of the shock. Elise hardly got her grief together and started to move to change clothes disposing of her plain pajamas.

He was shivering and stammering at the same time making Xyenth even more confused on what really happened to him. END OF CHAPTER 38