Night On Earth Narrator Novels & Stories

Clara’s POV The dreams twisted like vines in the dark, choking me with visions of Nolan’s face—his eyes pleading, then hardening into accusation as he walked away again and again. In one, we were back in the mansion, the night of the discovery, but this time he didn’t fight; he just turned his back, disappearing into the shadows while Mom and Dad laughed, their voices echoing like thunder. I woke gasping, tangled in the sheets, the room pitch black except for the faint glow of streetlights seeping through the blinds. My phone read 3:17 a.m., the screen a harsh reminder of the world marching on without us. No messages from him. The silence was a void, sucking me in, making the apartment feel

Every few steps, I saw another body — another prisoner who had long stopped being human. When we reached the surface, the night air hit my skin like knives. The forest loomed — black, endless, whispering with unseen things. “Here,” one of them said. “This is far enough.” I stumbled to my knees, coughing, dirt filling my mouth. I heard the click of a blade being unsheathed. “Any last words, Luna?” I raised my head. The moon hung low and red above the trees — bleeding light. My voice was barely a whisper.

The floor is unusually warm on a very cold night, to which I feel gratefully for. "Mother earth is on my side." I thought. Closing my eyes, I fall into a deep slumber. I haven't have a good night sleep in days. Slowly, I drift into a world of fantasy where I am a powerful Luna of my own pack. ************* "Rise and shine sleeping beauty!" a voice says, rather sharply. The prison warder! I jerk up forcefully from my sleep, trying to adapt to the bright sunlight that hit my eyes. I stand up robbing my eyes, yawning and stretching, somehow I feel refresh.

I didn't have the strength to fight sleep. Falling asleep, I again saw a nightmare: my native planet Earth was completely engulfed in fire, the suffering cries of people were heard, from which I felt uneasy, and frost ran through my body from the realization of this horror. But among all these human cries and moans, I heard a voice, such a painfully native voice of my mother. She called me all the time: "Irina, my girl ... Irina." But this voice was so quiet that it seemed to me that it was the wind rustling in the branches of the trees, which were beginning to devour the flames.

“We are always with you. Never forget that.” I swallowed hard. “I won’t forget.” They nodded. One by one, they turned and faded into the night. I stayed by the fire long after the others had gone. Embers glowed red beneath the ash. Smoke curled into the sky like memory. I traced my fingers along the pendant around my neck, each edge familiar. Air, Water, Fire, and Earth. I whispered into the quiet, “Thank you.” The fire crackled gently. Later, I curled up in my quarters waiting for the next dawn. When I'll be sent back to the world that burned me. The first time I slept here, I was terrified and broken. But tonight, I felt held.

Here, amidst the soft glow of firelight, Theo and the Earth Goddess gather to share meals and stories, their laughter mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves outside. As night falls and the forest comes alive with the chorus of nocturnal creatures, Theo and the Earth Goddess retire to their sleeping alcove, nestled snugly within the embrace of the ancient roots. Here, beneath the canopy of stars that twinkle overhead, they drift into dreams filled with visions of the wild and untamed beauty that surrounds them.

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.

Where on earth could Neil be? Just as I was about to broach the subject with him face to face when I returned home, I found him fast asleep. I was beginning to think he had forgotten about what had happened a few days ago when a familiar scene unfolded before me. He was asleep, brow furrowed, struggling against something unseen, murmuring, "No, no!" in distress. He grew more agitated, and I quickly approached him to find tears streaming down his face as he battled his nightmares. I held him close, soothing him with gentle pats on his shoulder until, after a while, he calmed down in his sleep, returning to peaceful rest.

He had never heard a voice so soft and high-pitched, since he had spent very little time around females. But this had to be Earth—he was sure of it, even though the people here called it home while he thought of Daun, Earth’s twin planet, as his own. Everything was strange. People spoke in riddles and half-meanings, but Bastion was nothing if determined. One night, while the female—his unofficial caretaker—talked to him from across the room, he felt the first twitch in his nerves. He heard her yawn. That was his signal: every night, she yawned before leaving, and the door clicked shut behind her. Bastion waited, counting silent seconds. When he was sure he was alone, he cracked one eye open,

“You know that name?” “I heard it in the afterworld after my passing . . . ” “Drust chose his own maddening ideas to deal with this problem on the land, and I chose you, a voice on the ethereal wind that came into my dreams.” She closed her eyes for a moment and went paler than usual, as if she could hear that voice again. Tancorix’s mouth opened, but no words emerged. She remained silent as Weaver went on to explain.