Nightfall Novelas e Histórias

Clearly, I am in a nightmare, and it is all because of that stinking movie. Shaking my head, I take a deep breath and decide that I am going to walk out of the bathroom and wake myself up before this dream has a bad ending and I end up dead. However, once I open the door, a sudden gust of wind hits me, and I fly backwards as the tornado rips through the apartment building, and everything is decimated in its path. A few days later, I wake up and feel so much better till I look around and realize that I am lying in the bathtub of the apartment and my foot has been severed.

After

I drink the rest of my coffee as messages flood my phone. I open up the messaging app and scroll through names, trying to figure out if any of them are important. One only stands out, Nate, my boss, telling me not to forget the 1 pm meeting. I reply back with a thumbs up and see who else stands out. One message from Jack telling me to get some rest and two from my mother. No one else. What a sad way to live. Just two people who want things from me I'm no longer willing to give.

he muttered. He glanced around. This was his apartment. Everything was exactly as he remembered it. And yet, the air was warm and comfortable. That made no sense. In December 2050, the world had plunged into a new Ice Age. A supernova explosion 500,000 light-years away had triggered a global cataclysm, later called the Frostfall.

[WELCOME TO NEON GRAVE CITY] The destination sign at the front shifted, [NEON GRAVE CITY] flickering brighter. [WORLD TYPE: URBAN RUIN.] Images flashed briefly on the bulkhead monitor—broken skyscrapers, neon signs flickering in languages I half-recognized, streets choked with abandoned cars and something crawling between them. [OBJECTIVE: REACH CENTRAL TOWER BEFORE NEON NIGHTFALL.] [FAILURE CONDITION: PREDATOR RESPAWN INDEFINITELY. NO EVAC.]

But it was away from the grey. That night, Kaden woke to shouting. He was up with his sword drawn before full consciousness returned. Alina was already awake, Lena clutched to her chest. “What’s happening?” she asked. “I don’t know. Stay here.” He ran outside. The settlement center was packed with people, all looking south. At the grey scar. It had reached the first building. And where it touched the wood, the building collapsed. Not burned. Not broken. Just dissolved, turning to grey dust that settled onto the ground and added to the spreading death.

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?”

"Tristan burned the Stormriven vaults to the ground when he seized the pack house!" "Jaxen, can you stop it without the master key?" Lucien growled, never breaking eye contact with me. "No!" Jaxen yelled, slamming his fist onto the desk as the progress bar hit eighty percent. "The system is crashing! In five minutes, every rogue cage, every weapons vault, and every perimeter border fence in Nightfall Territory will unlock automatically! We'll be completely defenseless!" I couldn't stand there and watch it happen. If the border fences dropped, Tristan's enforcers would butcher everyone I cared about—including Nyx Calderon and my surviving pack brothers hiding i

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."

The Northern Mountains rose like jagged teeth against the gray sky, their peaks swallowed by clouds heavy with snow. Samuel’s pack trudged through the frozen wasteland, breath steaming in the bitter wind, each step sinking into the crusted ice. The city below had been left behind, burning in chaos and revolt, but the danger had followed them. The humans had not forgotten, nor forgiven, and now they wielded their most lethal weapon yet—a "Nuclear Winter" device designed to turn their world into a tomb of frost.