Night Has Come Characters Novels & Stories

“Broken night?” Janice questioned. She had been led in as usual, and sat, still cuffed, across the table from Byron. “Hmm?” Byron looked at her, appearing confused. “That's what my mom used to call it when nightmares or something kept waking you up— a broken night.” “Oh,” now he began to understand. “Yeah, it looks like you had one.” “You could say that for sure.” “That's okay, I did too. I was dreaming about Lacey all night, Lacey and that damn snake.”

“I miss you, too. Now go finish and get to bed yourself. Baby bean and I are going to eat some mac and cheese, then go finish off a pint of ice cream.” “Not exactly healthy eating.” “No, it’s tired eating,” I said with a chuckle. “Goodnight, Richard.” “Goodnight, Natasha,” he replied softly. The click indicated the call ended, then his name disappeared from the screen. I let out a sigh, my fingers running across the glass. Two more days. That was all I had to wait until I saw him again. I was a good girl and did as he requested on Thursday, and I was halfway through Friday when a deep voice pulled me from my bubble of concentration.

As they moved together, the young woman introduced herself to us. “I’m Luna Charlotte’s Beta,” she said softly. “My name is Nia. It is a pleasure to meet you all. I’m afraid that my mate, Yosen, and our pack’s Gammas, Luen and Jack, are out on patrol tonight, but I wanted to come and meet you all.”

"One more night of peace. Tomorrow, you and your mommy learn what it really means to lose everything." She stood, turned off the lamp, and walked out into the storm, the ultrasound burning a hole in her purse like a hidden bomb. The game was merely paused. Tomorrow, it reached its devastating crescendo.

The last thing I remembered was his arm around me as we stepped into the cool night air. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in an unfamiliar bed, sunlight streaming through the window. I groaned, my head pounding like it was going to explode. I blinked a few times, trying to clear the fog from my brain. The room around me was modern and clean, but definitely not mine. I turned my head, and my heart nearly stopped. David Collins was lying beside me—shirtless, fast asleep, and looking way too comfortable. My breath caught in my throat. “What the hell did I do?” I whispered to myself.

My breath shatters inside me; my heart sank into my stomach. “Felyndra….” The trees whispered. “Felyndra….” My head swirled around, and then I saw him, Nightbane. He was standing in the firelight, tall and still like a god forged from smoke and steel. His midnight eyes met mine, cold and unmoving. “Help me!” I screamed, but he didn’t move.

“You’ve got tonight to fall apart. But tomorrow? We rise. Together.” Mirabella tosses me a fresh towel. “Wash your face..”

“I mean, Night’s parents have never really attended any of his shows or performances. So why would they start now? I mean…it looks like them, right? Seriously…what the hell!” “Who are those other people, the ones who sat next to Night’s parents?” Devon asked. “And who’s that girl? I don’t think she’s from our Uni.” “If it really is Night’s parents, then there is only one person I can think of that would fit her description: Rosalie Clearwater, Night’s fiancée,” I said conspiratorially. “And if I’m correct, then that leaves her parents as the other two people.” “Then… if they’re all here, doesn’t that mean that Night has arrived as well?” Kia asked, but it seemed that she was speaking to hers

They both nod their heads in thanks, and together, we take a heavy swig, the burn running down my throat and settling deep in my chest. Breaking the silence, I say, “This has been a draining day. Let’s get some rest tonight. We can form a plan for our next move in the morning.” Ronan and Marcel nod in agreement, their expressions weary but resolute. Just as I set my glass down on the desk, a sharp knock echoes through the room. "Come in," I call, turning towards the door. The door swings open, and Nyx strides in, her presence as commanding as ever. There’s a determined glint in her eyes, but her posture suggests exhaustion.

We were all being starved. ** Night time came but Rhea wasn't coming back. I took off my slave uniform and dreaded into the very uncomfortable rock hard mattress. I laid there while lost in my thoughts for a couple of minutes till when sleep lastly claimed me. However in the dead of the night , a flashlight shone in my face.