Nightfall Novels & Stories

The runner’s gaze drops, and for the first time he looks… uncertain. Nate watches the shift like a man reading a lock. Then he says, gently, brutally: “You’re expendable. But the people you’ve been helping kill aren’t.” The runner’s throat works. Finally, he whispers, “Operation Nightfall.” The room tightens. Melody’s pen appears instantly. “Define.” “Dawn,” the runner says, voice rough. “Before the palace shifts wake guards. One last crash attempt. Through linens again. If that fails, through the King.”

The low hum of the broadcast had suddenly shifted, and Jared’s handsome, yet completely haunted face suddenly filled the entire screen in what looked like a video recording taken in a shabby motel room. Written across the bottom of the snapshot in giant, flashing red letters was an exclusive headline: EXCLUSIVE BULLETIN: FORMER SERGEANT JARED LOTTO CONFIRMS OPERATION NIGHTFALL IS REAL IN SHOCKING VIDEO Without another word, Beck ended the call, cutting off Commander Voss’s voice right in the middle of a sentence. The room fell into dead silence as they all stared at the screen. Myla’s eyes widened, tears of fear for her lover overflowing down her pale cheeks a

Everything speeds by, not stopping until I see myself standing in the threshold of the door, with Evander desperately trying to get me to step through. The blue-eyed man took me back here for a reason, but I have no idea what that reason is. Shaking my head, I turn to look for him. And then a loud bang echoes through the forest. The gates of Hell were opened at that moment, and shit hits the fan from here on out. Evander’s voice echoes behind me, muted as if he’s talking underwater. I whirl around, not wanting to see Lucas get stabbed through the chest. Something glows on the forest floor yards away, something I didn’t notice before. The sound of dragging chains reverberates around us, and m

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.”

Not dead, but gone, and that is all he needs to know, that is all he will ever know about how I survived the Danger of Daylight. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We arrive at my future home at midnight, covered in ice, sweat, mud, and bruises. The guards at the gate do not recognize me from the pictures I have sent and don’t let me inside until I show my seal, the same seal every noble holds with them to stop imposters. It is the guiding light that appears every night but hides once a month, carved out of wood, with the crest of our own house on the back of it. An obsidian stone is inside my seal, and the guards fall ov

Because my gut tells me I won’t be looking at it for much longer. The bit the crazed Imogen-Luna Ruth hijacker mentioned about me dying freaked me out. What is the point of giving Zena up, rebuilding my honour and pride to end up as a bloodstain on the forest floor? Tomorrow night is the full moon. A blood moon. End of days. White Forest will draw the hybrids out of the city, only for Rising Star to rip out the guts and get Phillipe. That’s how Nikolai described it anyway. Yawning, I make my way up the castle steps to relieve the night shift, when Adrian, who looks as fresh as a newborn, shouts up, “Where were you!”

Shrugging, I shook my head. Ikaris nodded, then glanced at the book. "Your parents were members of an ancient society known as Into the Night. They were a group of warriors hand-picked by the dark goddess herself to destroy all species. They were defeated by a group of warriors known as the Valerious, who joined forces with other vampires, witches, and werewolves. Together, they were able to contain the power that threatened to destroy everyone and everything," he paused for a moment before continuing.

Alex lied on his bed with his face towards the multicolored bulb hanging down the ceiling, his thoughts were all over the place as he stared at d light that looked like mini stars. "Thuck!" "Thuck!" "Thuck!" Rhythmic sounds pulled alex out of his fantasy island, following the source of said sound he went towards his window, as he reached out to open the blinds----"cracccccccckkkkk!!! Bloof!" His window shattered. All alex saw was pieces of shattered glass flying towards his face, and then....well there was no then. For a piece glass got lodged right in his throat.

They both part ways as they eradicate the enemies on their circle. “General Malta!” Niffa shouted upon spotting him on the edge of the ground killing the last enemy on his circle. He saw them and wave his sword as a sign there was no enemies left around him. Niffa felt her sweat dripping mixed with the splattered blood on her forehead and cheek. She pants as she look down on the red evil soldier trapped from the stump of her right foot on the evil’s neck. She release her flame and burn the evil on the ground. She sigh as she look up the sky, so clear but the sun was on its way down, it was mid-afternoon. She look around to see dead bodies everywhere, her colleagues seated down the ground wit

she informed him, and he nodded. As they stood up, their ears caught the sound of alarm bells and howls. Ruthven looked at his mother, who met his gaze with worry. “Let’s go quickly,” she urged, panic evident in her voice, while her son continued to look confused. Soon, a guard approached them, his face filled with panic. “My queen, the palace is under attack. I must protect you,” he declared, causing her to swallow hard. A knock on the door startled Damien awake. He was drenched in sweat, lying bare-chested. Unsure of how long he had been asleep, he gazed at the moon shining outside his window, realizing it was already noon.