Relatos De La Noche Libro Novels & Stories

Histories, myths, philosophies—every book was a whisper of the past. Ashara’s gaze stopped on a particular section on the far wall, its books older, darker in design, and faintly ominous. Something about the curling silver script caught her attention. One of the titles read: Nocturnae Vitae: The Legacy of the Blood Born. Her breath hitched. “Vampires?” she murmured, tilting her head.

ANDY’S POV I barely slept a wink last night and I seriously hate the fact I couldn’t because I tried so much to just close my eyes but my own words kept hunting me. Maybe I was too harsh on Angela last night and I realized that like few hours into the night. I run my hand through my hair as I swing my feet off the bed and walk into the living room. I did not have dinner yesterday because of what happened and I was feeling so hungry right now. I step into the kitchen to fix something for myself, and settle for some leftover pizza, literally wolfing it down in seconds

After some minutes of hesitation, Alex followed him from behind while hastening his pace so that he could meet up with Adrian. After walking for some minutes, Adrian stopped in front of the palace's library and walked inside, and with that, Alex followed him from behind. Getting into the library, Adrian went towards one of the shelves and took a book on which was written "Night Story Book," and on the cover was an image of a mother reading a story for her kids during bedtime. "Do you still remember this book? Mum used to read it for us every night before we went to bed," Adrian said to Alex as he threw the book to him, and with that, Alex caught it and took a look at it before smiling.

The Restless Night POV: Lucien The night after the council meeting was one of the longest I could remember. I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling, but sleep would not come as my mind kept turning over everything that had happened—the elders’ disappointment, Selene’s lies, and Darius’s smug face when they gave him permission to hunt Mila.

Liora Vale had always loved the quiet. At twenty-one, she worked the night shift at the old city library. Most people thought the job was boring, but Liora loved being alone with the books after midnight. The tall shelves felt like old friends. One rainy night, while sorting the rare books section, she found a strange leather book hidden behind others. It had no title. When she opened it, the pages glowed softly. Words appeared. Choose a story. Bring him to life. One night only.

Tears are at the brink of my eyes as I clutch onto his arms. “ You are not telling me what happened. Relax Scarlet, and tell me everything.” he says, caressing his fingers around my face. “ The book..” I begin as I still can’t imagine it or was I in a trance or something? “ What?” he frowns, trying to understand what I’m about to say. “ Noah, the book Michelle usually spoke about.. the book about a werewolf falling in love with a sorcerer. I heard the book speaking.” I gulp down as my voice becomes clearer.

But she did not realize how quickly it could turn into nighttime. "The sun was up just a moment ago," she whispered. "Seconds ago, actually. Why is it slowly turning nighttime already? This is too--" her whole body jolted as a book popped out right in front of her. It glowed, as if inviting Verena to open the pages under the moon that is slowly coming up to its place. "The cursed book," she whispered. "Why the hell is this here? How could this book follow me in my dream?" "Am I draping or is this..."

[Lisa] The clock on my nightstand read 12:47 a.m. when I finally closed the book I was reading and tossed it onto the empty bed. My eyes were tired, and my brain was full of the fictional drama and romance I'd been escaping into for the past three hours. I stretched, yawned, and remembered my phone had been charging in the kitchen all evening. I'd plugged it in after work and had completely forgotten about it. I had been too busy with my book and my glass of wine.

"On the eighth night, there was no more fear. There was no more doubt. There was only us. Skin and soul. The story and the author. The altar and the offering. And what was once silence became voice. And what was once shadow became flame. And what was once a woman broken became a woman whole. On the eighth night, she was no longer seeking liberation. She was liberation itself." She closed the notebook. Kissed Athos's forehead. And slept. With the certainty that all the stories in the world were about to begin again. With the eighth night.

Maybe it all came from the lingering frustration about every little thing since my little family reunion at school. I tried not to think about it. Or anything else in particular but as you know it’s quite hard to keep your mind blank, so yeah, not much luck. I switched on the lamp beside my bed taking out my Creatures of the Moon book, I was reading something about Wendigos the last time if I could recall well. Vicious creatures, I tell you. These were the true creatures of the night. More deadly than vampires in my opinion. I sighed through the pages buying out time, as the minutes whisked away.