Nightfall Audiobook Novels & Stories

“What happened to them?” “Some fell silent,” Nael whispered. “Some vanished.” He looked up, eyes heavy. “But one… turned cold.” --- That night, the stars didn’t shine. They flickered. Like something behind them had shifted. Azriel woke with a gasp, the sixth flame flaring quietly in his chest. The boy stirred from beside the embers. “Another flame,” he said, voice trembling. “It just woke up.” A wind rose from the cliffs, sharp and cold. It carried the scent of forgotten fire—like Silorith’s last breath, twisted by something colder.

She even arranged for him to stay in the master bedroom and told me to move into the guest room, all because Adam was frail and required round-the-clock care. I could only comfort myself that no matter what, they were just family. … "Are you even listening to me?" Talia's shrill voice cut through my thoughts. I snapped back to reality and quickly turned on my computer. I pulled up the volcanic eruption forecast, printed it out, and handed it to her. "Canlis Mountain will erupt tonight at midnight at a level-four intensity. The mountain is right next to Bareyard Village!" Talia took the report, skimmed it carelessly, and then ripped it to shreds.

I reached out, and he caught me blindly. His arm hooked around my waist, hauling me into his lap with a desperate, crushing force. He pulled Eliza into his other side, and we sat there—a tangled, sobbing heap in the middle of a slaughterhouse—until the enforcers arrived to secure the room. Nathan’s POV The sun crawled over the horizon the next morning, indifferent to the fact that the world had ended. The light filtered through the curtains, mocking me with its warmth. The earth should have stopped. The city should have gone silent. But the distant hum of Havenfall’s traffic continued, a drone of life that felt like an insult to my father’s memory.

The word tastes like ash. Someone cut the alarms. Someone disabled the sensors. Someone opened the door. Aurelio thought the threat was external. He thought we were fighting a siege. But the rot is inside the walls. I scramble off the chaise, my hands shaking as I reach for the console. There is an audio button. I jam my finger against it. Static. Then, the sounds of the night filter in. The wind. The ocean. And footsteps. Dozens of them. Crunching on the gravel of the driveway. Soft, rhythmic thuds on the manicured lawn.

But as the autumn chill began to seep through the window frames, the silence started to feel… heavy. It began on a Tuesday. Lin was lying in bed, the blue light of her phone illuminating her face as she scrolled through lecture notes. The house was silent, save for the distant sound of a car passing by outside. Then, she heard it. Scritch. Scritch. Scritch. It was a sharp, dry sound, coming from the wall directly above her headboard. It sounded like a frantic animal trapped in the insulation. She froze, her breath hitching. The noise stopped. She waited, her heart hammering against her ribs, but the silence returned.

"Do you truly imagine I’m finished, Tristan? Look at the wreckage. This fire is just beginning to breathe." I sat in the dim light of the Moonshade Atelier, watching the live feeds of the Blackmoor Pack House being breached. The red digital border on my terminal pulsed like a rhythmic, hungry wound. Tristan Blackmoor and Seraphina Duskryn were finally losing their grip, their frantic, desperate voices screeching through the audio intercepts as the Nightfall Territory enforcers closed in.

Before I could say another word, the line disconnected, leaving behind nothing but the hollow beeping tone. The cold grew sharper and sharper, carving straight into my bones. Gritting my teeth, I pulled the blanket tighter around myself. Suddenly, my phone lit up with a notification. I turned my head slightly and saw that Morgan had just updated his social media. In the photo, he wore nothing but a thin short-sleeved shirt with a popsicle hanging from his mouth. 'So lucky Ms. Sheffield brought me a generator, or I would have frozen tonight too.' I stared at the picture for a long time.

Follow, vote, comment and share... Lyka's P.O.V I didn't go to sleep the whole night as I just couldn't. The nightmares will return so I decided to go in the library. I have been seated for over five hours in the damn library with nothing to eat or drink as I read the old books and papers with a smell that makes me want to puke. My eyes have not dared to close on me as I read the thirtieth book. I have not found any useful information that can locate the blood moonstone and finish this once and for all.

I, for a matter of fact knew that he can make my whole life upside down. "Chachu?" I repeated the same question for Gaurav sir to clear everything for me. "Yes, Chachu!" However the one who answered me was the reason for my speep deprived nights and horrible nightmares. Albeit, his voice send shivers down my spine. ••••••••••

Say no more. Janice flipped through the book rapidly; each page of the space adventure had been replaced with a copy of the previous. Snake. Mask. Blade. Say no more. She slammed the book shut; the noise echoing as loud as a gunshot in the silent prison. “Why don't you want me to tell my story?” she asked the air. “Why?” Then, from the book, a voice spoke. It was somehow both the voice of Emily Diamond and not the voice of Emily Diamond at all. Almost as if a talented actress was doing a decent (but far from perfect) impression.