Night Has Come Characters Novels & Stories

, She looks at him as she waits for a reply. " I don't know why but you did it yourself and I am proud of you", he smiles at her and stands up. " And you are right, morning truly came." He assists her in getting up and holds her hand. " Now that there is light, we can see." Emily frowns, light shown when he called her name in her nightmares. That means he is the one that let light shine on them. His positivity and bravery is the light and she is the darkness.

questions then pop out of her mind. What if humans were living there? What if there's a ticket way home when she got there? What if? She continued reading until she found a family-tree-like diagram; it was the list of the Four pillar's successors. She skimmed the names until she stumbled upon a rather throbbing sight, for under the Light/Life pillar was an unexpected name. The wandering night sprite, "Yuna."

The banquet ended past midnight. Luke sat in the front passenger seat of his Rolls-Royce, pressing his index finger against his temple. He had long, artist's fingers. The glow of the streetlights cast just the right shadow over his face, making his nose bridge more prominent. He looked like a sculpture straight out of a museum. "It's late now. The curfew would already be in effect by the time you return to your dorm."

Damien's POV The call came in just after sunrise, cutting through the fragile peace of early morning like a blade. My phone buzzed relentlessly on the nightstand, the vibration rattling against the wood in a way that immediately set my nerves on edge. I groaned, my body heavy with the kind of exhaustion that comes from too many late nights spent poring over contracts and board proposals. Reaching for it blindly, squinting against the pale light filtering through the curtains, I saw the caller ID: "Head Butler – Knight Estate".

"How? The babies won't let me." "Your mates take a night shift. You sleep through it. Uninterrupted. Tonight." "But what if they need me?" "They'll survive one night. You need rest. That's non-negotiable." That night Damon, Kieran, and Caius take both babies. Send me to a different room. "Sleep," they order. "We'll handle everything." "But what if—" "Sleep. Now. That's an order." I sleep. For eight hours straight. Wake up feeling almost human.

Night. "What if you find your Mate?" I asked seriously. "Nothing will change. I am Night. I have many faces, from stormy night to serene night, but they all know that the only person for us is Hope." Night spoke so firmly, as if he knew there wasn't a Mate out there. "Hope is your Mate?" Erick. "No." Night replied and then smiled. "And yes. Our Mother does things we can't understand until the time is right." That answer made me realize that Night knew something, but couldn't or wouldn't speak. I took a deep breath.

​"Nina?" ​When Nina heard her name called in that low, familiar voice, she stopped in her tracks and slowly forced her head up. ​The pain in her leg, the burning sting of the blood, the sheer physical exhaustion—it all went completely numb as her eyes locked onto the tall figure standing at the mouth of the alley. ​"Leo..."

I went to bed half past three in the morning after two glasses of whiskey, thinking that would make me tipsy enough to give me a good night’s sleep. But after an hour in bed, my dreams turned into nightmares. Nothing changed much. I still go back to that night. The man and my father visited me in my dreams again. As usual, I was waiting for Nicholas to save me. But tonight, he never appeared. As if he’d forgotten to save me, or perhaps, he’d given up.

Night pondered for a while before continuing, “It’s impossible to reign in such a menacing aura in a split second.” I had been thinking about it too since last night and drew the same conclusion as Night. “Have you ever encountered that kind of sinister aura before?” I asked him. Night had been living with different humans for centuries; it wouldn't be a surprise if he had encountered it before. “No. I would’ve remembered if I did. It was just so spooky it put me on guard instantly,” he replied. “Aleena and Witch Lily were instantly alerted, too,” I said. He hummed and added, “But not Zane, Colton, or Lucas.”

Winnie and I settle together in our dual sleeping bag. And I keep counting down the time. Winnie falls asleep fast, curled against me. Jamal and Gregory return and burrow into their sleeping bag together. Casen and Paul come back, and Bethany and Severn take over patrol. And I keep counting down the time. Right up until the Riding Hoods attack.