Nightfall Audiobook Novels & Stories

I raked my hair through my hair trying to figure out where he could be when a truck pulled up, Todd was driving like a maniac, Commander Ryan in the passenger seat. “Get in!” He bellowed, and he didn’t have to tell us twice. We jumped in the bed of the truck, crouching down immediately as Todd stepped on the gas. There was a stream of vehicles racing out of the base, heading straight West, which would be the direction Devon and Usel would have taken. The drive was long and already felt like it took days instead of hours. Cassi’s hands were clenched tight around the tailgate, her knuckles white and eyes wide. She was on high alert, as was I, as we got closer the sky was dark; not with clouds

PROLOGUE – EXTENDED Title: What the Fire Forgot Book Two: Throne of Fire & Favors: Loyalty Is a Loaded Gun Time: 4 Months After Naomi Raines' Death Location: Valeburn City, Southside Block, Navarro-District Border Weather: Overcast with the smell of distant smoke and oil; a light wind rustles charred flyers across blood-washed pavement Soundscape: Buzzing streetlamps, the soft clink of bottles, low whimpers from alley shadows, and sirens like lullabies for broken cities

with the scent of wet pine and old blood. "System Error: Narrative Inconsistency," the thousand-voice chorus shrieked, the harmonious chord turning into a cacophony of digital screams. "The Variables are 'Spoiling' the Sequel! The 'Tragedy' is being overwritten by 'Domestic Bliss'! Engagement scores are dropping!" "Let them drop!" Lyra roared, her obsidian blade driving into the floor of the library. "We are not 'Engagement'! We are the North!"

“That latch was a joke, sweetheart.” Nancy pulled the sheet up to her chin, her hands trembling as she clutched the fabric. The cool air, once a comfort, now felt like a violation. “I’ll scream. The neighbors will hear me.” A short, derisive snort escaped him. “You think so?” He took another step, his presence dominating the room. “You think anyone’s going to hear a little bird like you over the crickets and the late-night traffic?” He paused, tilting his head slightly. “Besides, you haven’t screamed yet, have you?”

The march toward the Standing Stones was not a journey; it was a slow-motion collision. Three hundred of the Nightfang’s finest warriors moved through the Whispering Canyon, their paws muffled by the thick carpet of autumn needles. Above them, the sky was a bruised violet, heavy with the promise of a storm that had been brewing since the moment Aeron drew his first breath.

They stood shoulder to shoulder, their faces illuminated by the wild, multi-colored aurora twisting and coiling higher into the night sky. Then the light convulsed, and a voice tore across the gathered ground, no longer borrowing any single face, no longer bothering with subtlety at all. It wasn't Hamish's voice, nor Alistair's, nor Robert's. It was the raw, unadulterated shriek of a starving thing—a chorus of a thousand resentments, a screech of grinding iron and tearing earth that vibrated straight through our teeth and rattled against our skulls. "You cannot unmake four centuries with a single evening's courage."

I told them, my hand fisted underneath the blanket they had covered over my body. "It's nothing. It's common for travellers to be sick and feel weak sometimes," Lena said with a gentle smile. Aden nodded and beamed a smile, looking at me. "Elder sister Lena is right! Last week we even found a dying squirrel! It's so pitiful but-" Before he could even continue his story, the door suddenly opened, letting in Sky whom I didn't realize had gone out. With furious and panicking eyes, he faced us. "There are three men near the road! They are about to head here!"

This better be successful because I have everything to loss if this fails, including Natalie. I lay in bed that night hoping, listening for any sound that my human ear can hear. Waiting for there arrival. Slowly the hours tickle away and it is soon approaching dawn before I hear the first roar of the monsters as they all return home. I jump out of bed and race out into the backyard to see a sight I had not expected.

When we arrived at Nightfall Avenue, Tania dozed off instantly on the bed. The night wasn’t young, Yet, I found myself standing on the balcony, staring past the stars. Ten years ago… She died. And now, She no longer existed. The Next Morning. Light flooded in through the curtains, blinding my vision. But the most upsetting thing wasn't even the loud background noise, but the fact that someone seemed to be literally nudging me frantically. “Anna! Wake up! Damnit! There's fire on the mountain!” My eyelids fluttered, my forehead throbbing already. “What’s it, Nia? Let me get some sleep, okay?”

Nadia turned pages at regular intervals, her eyes tracing lines she didn't fully absorb. At twelve-forty, the chill of the deep night began to creep inward from the glass windows. Nadia closed her book, the sound small but definitive in the room, and stood up. "Goodnight," she said, smoothing down her cardigan. Caiden looked up from the dying hearth, his dark eyes fixed on her face for a lingering second. "Goodnight," he said.