Nightfall Audiobook Novels & Stories

The books on the shelves begin to fall because the whole room is vibrating like an earthquake is about to happen. Avyanna is unperturbed by all this, she keeps hugging Alcinder as if her life depends on him. She looks over the Chaos and sees the wolf looking frightened and dead at the same time, she stretches her hand over and gently grabs his foot as him she was trying to calm him. Alyssa and Elektra’s hands are still entwined begins to glow and moves to their entire body. They get up and hand in hand, hair glistening and eyes so bright, they move over to Alcinder and Ruby. They both kneel in Unison and touch Ruby and Alcinder at the same time, Jolting them back to life.

I blinked - and then again - and suddenly both people who wore full black clothing were there, guns drawn, eyes scanning for more danger. Someone was calling my name. But I couldn’t move. Not a muscle. Not even a twitch. The last thing I felt was the strength in my legs giving out, the world spinning, and the edges of my vision filling with black dots before everything faded to nothing. 24th December 2025 ~A Day Later~ I woke up to the loud chirping of birds - definitely way too cheerful for whatever time it was. The sound meant only one thing: someone left the window open.

You're not going to change my mind no matter how much you beg and plead with me to let you go by crying and pleading. My top was unfastened methodically as he focused his attention on the area on the inside of my rib cage. He was standing just a hair too near for my comfort. Every time he glanced at me, the intensity of his concentration was so intense that it made me feel as if I were going to catch fire from the heat it generated. "What a piece of junk!" the author exclaims in frustration. He was in his final moments of life when he trembled and yelled that he was going to rip through my clothing and rip off my top while I sobbed in agony because he had passed away only a few minutes earli

The Book didn’t whisper that night; it screamed through the stillness of the house. Autumn jolted awake at precisely 3:33 a.m., her heart racing as she blinked at the sight before her. The Book pulsed with a ghostly light at the foot of her bed, its pages fluttering violently like trapped birds, despite the windows being securely shut against the autumn chill. The pendant that hung around her neck, an ornate piece of silver filigree, felt uncomfortably cold against her collarbone, as if it were absorbing the warmth from her skin.

BOOK TWO: THE IRON BRIDGES Chapter 92: The Rust of the Soul (Jace’s Perspective) Night fell on Aethelgard not with a sunset, but with a thickening of the soot. In the founding ground, twilight was a time of settling. The birds quieted, the campfires crackled, and the deep sight hummed with a gentle, collective deceleration.

The ground itself seemed to shudder, as if the earth itself was responding to Nicholas's pain and rage. His eyes burned with a deep, fiery red, bloodshot from the intensity of his emotions. The sound of his roar echoed through the night, a haunting, mournful cry that seemed to convey the depth of his sorrow and the fury that seethed within him. The night itself seemed to tremble before his wrath, as if the very darkness was afraid to confront the raw, unbridled power of Nicholas's grief. As Nicholas's thunderous howl continued to shake the foundations of the mansion, three distant howls joined in, their mournful cries echoing through the night air. The howls came from different directions, a

“If there were a book three, the title would be Dusk?” “Midnight is a transition, darkness, silence, the feeling of loneliness and loss. Dawn is hope, and if Dawn is as successful as Midnight, then the third book will be Nightfall, but it’s not exactly the time of day. It’s a locale mentioned in the book.” “Okay. No more spoilers, T.S. Prince.” “You’re not mad?” “About you being the author, and making me look like a fool?” He chuckled. “I wanna bite you right now, but it can wait until I come back from the trip.”

”…has found yours. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Then far above the fracture something knocked. Once. A deep, hollow sound. Knock. The stars flickered. Everyone froze. Knock. The fracture trembled. Even Aurelion’s expression changed. Then came a third knock. Knock. And a crack suddenly appeared Not in the fracture. In the sky itself. Noxaris’s voice became a whisper. Ancient. Filled with dread. “It’s early.” Another crack spread across the heavens. Then another. And another. The sky was breaking. And something on the other side was trying to get in.

Aurelia murmured with a small smile. Curious, she browsed the book and started reading the sample. The story pulled her in, hidden identities, fated mates, secrets, and power. She read deeper, losing track of time, until her eyes grew heavy halfway through the middle chapter. She drifted off, phone still in her hand. A loud, guttural howl shattered the silence. Aurelia jolted awake, heart pounding violently against her ribs. The sound came from downstairs, deep, primal, and filled with raw pain. It was followed by the sharp, metallic crack of something heavy straining and breaking. Chains? Furniture?