Night On Earth Narrator Novels & Stories

Tamara I didn't know exactly what time I finally passed out. I just remembered lying on the large bed, staring at the dark stone ceiling until my exhausted body gave out. It felt like my eyes had only been closed for a few minutes when a hand shook my shoulder hard. I groaned and cracked my eyes open. The room was completely dark. Earth stood over my bed, already dressed in thin training clothes. "Get up," Earth said, her voice wide awake. I sat up slowly and rubbed my face. My back still ached from being thrown into the wall yesterday.

NORA'S POINT OF VIEW My eyes blinked and opened slowly. I could see a white ceiling over me. I closed my eyes back and tried opening them again. This time around, they snapped open and I adjusted to the light in the room. I tapped my side with my fingers and it felt soft to my touch. I moved my head slowly and turned to the side, " Am I in heaven?" I asked, my voice low and raspy. " You're on Earth" a calm feminine voice answered and I looked to see a woman in white, standing by the door and my heart raced.

Everyone could be lying. I tell him we are closer. We have a name. We have a witness. We have a path. He does not answer. He turns. He walks back to the nursery. The night is quiet. Eleanor sleeps in the portable crib. The mobile of stars and moons spins slowly. I sit in the rocking chair, the locket in my hand. Nathaniel sits on the floor beside me. His back is against the wall. His eyes are closed. I ask if he is sleeping.

Nothing would stop me now. As I left their room, I took one last glance at their peaceful faces. "Goodnight, my loves," I whispered. "I promise you, everything will be alright." The flickering nightlight cast long shadows across the floor, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I could feel the darkness that lived inside me stir with excitement. And a voice whispered in my head, “The world will soon know our name, Luna Wicken, and they will learn to fear it.”

Indeed. "How was your night?" He asked me, staring intently at me. "It was splendid. It was cold though, it felt like I couldn't breathe." "I noticed. You kept clinging to me when it hit. I loved it, I didn't let go. You are a very deep sleeper." "That reminds me? Why don't you sleep?" He narrowed his eyes, they were wandering from side to side. "I'm not a deep sleeper. I'm a night person, so I do most jobs at night. Besides, I am a night creature. This is the time I feel most at peace with everything that's going on."

His voice sounded distant. Broken. "And the answer was in front of me the entire time." The Heart lowered its gaze. The child suddenly looked very young. Very tired. "The dream needs a dreamer." The sanctuary became silent. The eye in the sky blinked again. This time, reality groaned. Large cracks spread across the heavens. Entire constellations flickered. The world was running out of time. The End's voice echoed softly. "The Caller is waking." The shadow seemed smaller somehow. Less frightening.

I whispered. He was sitting nearby, sharpening his blade, but his eyes shot up instantly. “Yeah?” “I need to tell you something.” He put the blade down. “What is it?” “I keep seeing a place. Every night. It’s… glowing. The ground is silver, and the sky isn’t like ours. There are no stars, just this giant, glowing moon. Everything is quiet there, but not in a peaceful way. Like something’s waiting.” Zane got up and sat beside me. “You think it’s a dream?”

the student introduced himself. "Nice to meet you, Earth. My name is Ruben." Ruben replied with a smile. They continued to talk and get to know each other. "I'm really interested in your House! Could I ask you some questions?" "Sure thing!" Earth said. "Okay, then here's the first question. I have been hearing all kinds of stories about your house lately, and I heard that there are ghosts but I haven't seen any proof yet. Is that true?" Ruben ask

His new self-imposed mission: find out the origin of the mysterious necklace. That night she went to bed without any answers. The night is warm, at least that's what the box called a 'Television' announced this morning. A breeze brings with it a different scent. One he's not familiar with yet. Sera has been asleep for a while now. The only thing to keep him company is the sound of the woods surrounding her house. A cricket chirps, and the wind rustles between the leaves. Nathanael turns away, swinging his legs onto the floor. The room is quiet as he glides over to her bedside. The gentle curve of her cheek is calm, relaxed even. Maybe this is all in his head. Maybe this is normal for Earth.

The breeze blew her hair and cloth, covering part of her face. Light fades. Earth, Current Time, First Person Narrative, John. Sight goes over the city of Venezuela, as the voice of a character spoke. The voice got backed up by the bird eye view of sight, flying above. "Thou art my comforter, my protector, Raphael, left me in this treachery." A voice spoke up. Beeping sounds of cars and heavy crowder streets were heard before these notices got cancelled.