Night Fall Novel Novels & Stories

Selene insisted. "Fine. How about we take the risk and visit tomorrow morning? I can't leave you to go alone. I don't trust them." Sia agreed. At that moment, it felt as though a heavy weight had been lifted off Selene's shoulders. Gap oily, she nodded her head and laid on Sia's bed to sleep. All through the night. Selene only dreamt about the man she had a one-night stand with and fantasized about being with him forever after meeting him again.

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***

“I need some water.” “Eliza,” Lucas says pointedly, raising his eyebrows. “Oh for fuck’s sake,” she groans, but isn’t able to hide her fear. She rushes away, presumably going into the bar to get me a cup of water. I move away from the puddle of vomit in the alley and lean against Lucas for support. “Leave it to you to find a hellhound on a girls’ night out,” Naomi quips, eyes still wide. “At least tonight was unforgettable.”

CHRISTINE Sleep didn’t come easily that night and every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same thing again. The document Kael had pushed across the desk, the search notice, my name printed clearly beneath the description and the quiet certainty in his voice when he said Moonfall was a difficult city for someone without allies. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling of my room. Nathan was asleep in his own room already and I could hear his faint snore earlier, but sometime during the night even that sound had disappeared beneath the restless noise in my head.

The next two days blurred together. Nell ate breakfast. She sat at Lena's right hand. She smiled when she was supposed to smile. She pretended the mark on her palm wasn't burning a hole through her skin. But at night, she planned. Caleb stole a key to the basement. Rue created distractions. Finn asked questions no one answered. Silas stood in corners, watching, carving his birds, saying nothing. Nell didn't sleep. She couldn't afford to. The night of the full moon arrived.

So tender between my legs. Like a flash…..the memories of last night came crashing down on me …Drinking to stupor and meeting that strange man….it seems we had a little conversation of a sort and ended up in a hotel room. My cheeks felt so hot and red as I grabbed my Long hair and recalled him rising above me…. sliding inside and repeatedly stroking me. Oh he had done it so well. Oh no!! Now is not the time to think of how good he was at it. I just had a one night stand with a total stranger.

"She isn't speaking in riddles." Before I can ask another question, he walks away. Night settles over the camp in velvet layers. The coalition fires glow faintly in the distance, tiny constellations scattered among the trees. Unable to sleep, I check the perimeter. That is when I find Nova. She sits on the ground beside our parked motorcycles, knees drawn close, staring upward through the branches. The machines rest in neat rows, silent companions coated in dust from too many roads and too few peaceful journeys. She doesn't notice me at first.

Just as it dared you to understand him, it revealed the commoner’s ultimate betrayal, transforming her into the story's true villainess. Mars was lost. The world outside the library’s single window dimmed from afternoon gold to deep twilight, then to the velvety black of true night. He only snapped out of it when he turned the final page, his body protesting with a chorus of aches. He blinked, his eyes stinging and watery, and groaned as he stood, his legs prickling with the agony of restored circulation. His phone screen glowed in the dark: past midnight. He had read for over ten hours, devouring a thousand pages without a single break. He stared at the strange novel with a mixture of awe a

He finished inside me and held me close after. But as we lay there another message came. “Sleep well tonight Maya. Tomorrow the game becomes real.” I looked at Liam. Tomorrow night at the warehouse everything would happen. Mr Havisham. The blackmailers. Chloe. My sister’s truth. Life or death. We had one night left.

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.