Night Has Come Characters Novels & Stories

If anyone was going to be suspected for being there that night, it would be Damien. Nate heard Damien draw in a sharp breath before walking into the hall with a rod-straight posture. He fell into his footsteps behind him. Inside were long tables placed in rows close to the three walls, chairs on either side, most of them occupied. In the centre, they constructed a ring inside which the action would happen later that night. The air was filled with chatters of the occupants, pretending to be decent humans when in truth they were far from that. To the worlds they were high-schoolers; teachers and priests—to him they were just another of his kind. As he walked across the length, Nate recognised

The Night Calling I remember the first time I heard whispers about the night calling. It was a phrase that moved through the boys in The Boss’s shop like smoke—everyone knew it existed, everyone respected it, but no one dared explain what it meant. I was still new then, still washing soap suds off Mercedes wheels with hands that trembled from the memory of blood. Sandra Danso’s face hadn’t left me, not for a second, and the weight of her death clung to me like a shadow I could never shake.

"At night. That's the only time the godfather will see us." Night time. Everything seems to be done at night now. The way I see it, I am getting used to the nocturnal life. Bell boys brought carts to take our things to our rooms while Kayla took care of the paperwork. A short while later we all make our way to our rooms. We weren't very chatty when we left WhiSare but now that we are here, waiting for the moment of confrontation with the godfather there was even more silence. Strangely enough, I could feel the fear that radiated from Kayla, Miles and Starlight. Even Silver who I know would walk into fire without a second thought was unusual quiet. It made me curious, just who is this godfath

Ira's POV Having fed Alpha Micah and his sister, I passed the night at her room, Mariah had it in her mind that I was staying over just to spend time with her, but she couldn't last all night, it was past midnight when she closed her eyelids and slept off. The perfect plan for me, I really needed to see Farrell, I've been dying to see him and this was my only opportunity, I've got to tread with caution to avoid the guards spotting me or even Alpha Connor, I overheard people calling him a night walker, he sleeps in the day and walks at night, that was how they got to defeat their first enemy as he became Acting Alpha.

That night, Flora returned to the servants’ quarters with Nadi. She felt tired and decided to get to bed early. She helped Nadi prepare for bed and heard her daughter say her prayers before sleeping. Flora herself got under her blankets after saying her prayers and flicked off the light from her bedside lamp. She looked at the dark room and observed how the dark shapes of the walls and furniture took form.

He asked calmly. Lord Night was one of the ruthless Dons in El Salvador, controlling seven dangerous gangs. Lord Night was bad news and hardly attended any meetings or socialized with other Lords. He loved drugs and abused women in the name of fun. He was never in Casper’s good or bad books because their paths never crossed.

Gratitude filled my heart as I expressed my appreciation. "Thank you," I said, a genuine smile gracing my lips. With a simple "Good night" from Chiara, she bid me farewell, leaving me to tend to Mac Allister. I approached the bed where he lay, his peaceful slumber a stark contrast to the tumultuous events that had unfolded. Carefully, I arranged the covers around Mac Allister, ensuring he was comfortable and protected. His vulnerability in sleep only heightened my determination to keep him safe, to be his guardian in the face of danger.

“It’s just like in the stories.” Before anyone could say anything else, a low voice cut through the silence, a voice they all recognized. “Welcome home.” It was her. Nadia. Her form appeared from the trees, her face twisted, eyes black as midnight, her body shifting in and out of the shadows. And just behind her, the others appeared. Mark. Dylan. Willy. The lost ones, now just shadows of what they had once been. Their eyes locked onto the new group, their faces empty and hungry.

“No matter what happens, do not let go of my side.” Before she could answer, the night split open with another growl, deeper this time, closer. Something had crossed the borders. Something dark and powerful. The Nightbane had come.

But betrayal has a nasty way of tainting victory before it even starts, and sometimes where plans are made, there’s a possibility that there will be a black sheep. By dawn, as we marched out— hundreds of warriors in perfect formation, wolves baring their fangs, weapons shining with steel and silver— the unexpected happened. The forest path ahead shimmered with shadows, distant chants like people gathering and just then, they appeared. The Nightbounds. Not just a handful. Not a few assassins strolling around but an entire army. Waiting, ready, and fully armed to the teeth. And right at the center, looking like she was made of fury and disaster, stood Nyra. Ever since her father died, this was