Nightfall Audiobook Novels & Stories

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.

Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted across this dark, lifeless plain. In a different plane lied a primordial creature of the night finding solace in the eternal night that plagued his castle, the whistle and Chimes of fate had stirred his old blood awake. He knew that times were finally changing, and it seemed he had to get back to the game. "I wonder how Netherndel is faring, it's time I get back" his deep red eyes shone with a dangerous glint as he looked across the darkness, his eyes seemed to bypass the veil between planes for his gaze had a godly presence that came with it.

Twice. On the third pulse, every window in Duskbane shatters. Glass rains down. Babies scream. Thorns drop to guard. *Eighty-nine days,* a voice says in our heads. First voice. Cold. Final. *Eighty-nine days until unmaking. One delivered. Seven remain.* Caiden fires. Draven knocks the rifle up and the bullet hits the ceiling. “Enough,” Draven roars. King voice drops Caiden to his knees. Clay raises her hand. Tiny. No claws. Yet.

My name is written on the paper in his freakishly neat handwriting. “Is it a sex note?” Nicole jokes as I pick it up. A flash drive falls from the folded paper, bouncing to the floor. She picks it up for me. “No, it’s security footage from the bar.” I set the note down and open the computer. We all crowd around the computer as I stick in the flash drive. There’s footage from last night, of course, as well as going back a week. “Start with last night,” Kristy says. “It was around midnight, I think.”

This was senseless, his screams were long, and my curiosity overpowered my fear when I looked out the frosted window. My fingertips burned, my head pulsed, and I was so ashamed because I was so hungry, terribly hungry. My mouth salivated when I saw the driver pulled apart. Two masked men in large, white fur coats with mud on them, rubbed along their bodies to camouflage into the forest tore his ligaments apart.

The Fall or Escape As the last guards fell, Natalia staggered, bloodied but still fierce, her scarred face twisted in hatred. The sound of approaching engines roared through the stormy sky—Rook’s VTOL craft, descending fast, its rear ramp open. Damien grabbed my hand, his dark gaze burning with fierce, unyielding fire. "This ends tonight." We ran, breathless but fierce, fighting through the final wave as explosions erupted behind us. A Deadly Promise As we boarded the waiting craft, Natalia’s cold voice echoed through the burning ruins: "You can’t run forever... I’m always coming back."

And tomorrow… We would burn down whatever came next. Cliffhanger Ending: But deep underground… A heartbeat still echoed. Nyx was awake. And she remembered everything.