Starless Nights Novels & Stories

Trapped, Selina gave in and quickly pecked his masked cheek. Nestor was about to protest, but Selina, anticipating this, gave him a warning glare: "That's enough!" Having failed at his ploy, Nestor had to sit up. They sat side by side in the rocking chair, looking up at the starry sky. Stars of varying sizes and brightness filled the inky night sky. It had been a long time since Selina had seen such a beautiful night sky. "Starlight from different times and spaces, crossing light years to appear before us together," Selina mused. "It's not easy, is it?"

“Dinner is served at sundown. You do not speak unless addressed. You do not eat until the men have finished. You will take your food with the other women in the south wing. You will wait until summoned.” “Yes,” Elara whispered. The maid’s gaze lingered on her face. Something unreadable passed between them—judgment, maybe. Or expectation. Then she left. The door shut with a soft but final click. Elara stood in the center of the room, still wearing her coat. She took one deep breath. Then another. The air smelled of dust and old wood and something faintly metallic. She moved to the window and hesitated. Then pulled back the curtain slightly. There was a garden below. Dead vines, tangled hedges

She gently traced my tombstone and whispered, "You are the starlight that vanished from my sky." Finally, my soul began to fade. Thank you, my sister.

She was scared that they would be naive again and will lose everything, and she could hardly think about anything other than that as they sat quietly on the rooftop, breathing in the cold air and sitting in silence. The eerie darkness of the night burned into her mind -- and she was pretty sure that this particular night would never escape her memory. She gazed up at the pitch-black curtain draped over the sky, and the twisted, warped shapes that the stars made against the blackness — she wondered what the stars thought about their relationship. She hoped that they wouldn't ever be star-crossed. The milky speckles seemed to twirl and dance along in various patterns, and seemed to be tugging

She can't sense any sadness from her voice anymore. From the moon, she turned her gaze to the stars. Every time she does this she always remembers a song for the person you love so much that you can no longer see again. It is a song by FM Static, the song title is Tonight. Then she hummed it on her mind, "Never thought not having you here would hurt so much....Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up, I need your loving hands to come and pick me up, and every night I miss you, I can just look up, and know the stars are holding you, holding you tonight." "She's with the stars now, right mom?" She smiled forcely and turned to her mother.

That Night Copyright © K.I. Lynn This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.

Felicia The next night when Gregor left for the night I stayed up. I sat in the dark by the window and waited. The moon was nearly full and the night was clear, so I could see the valley floor well. I wanted another glimpse at the red wolf or any of his companions. But the night was silent except for the insects that chirped in the grass and the trees. The moon wasps were out, trying to harvest as much nectar as possible before winter. Their bioluminescent blue glow blinked off and on throughout the undergrowth. Several night-blooming flowers grew in the valley. Fallen Stars with their abundant fire red petals, Midnight Violets whose black petals were a warning not to eat them, they would ki

She arranged the surrounding pillows, creating a cozy nest for them to spend the night together. As Helena set the scene, Bruno watched with a gleam in his eyes, feeling grateful to share this special moment with his beloved. He approached Helena and helped her arrange the final pillows, their smiles meeting amidst the gentle starlight. When everything was ready, Bruno reached out to Helena, inviting her to lie down beside him. With a sigh of contentment, Helena accepted the invitation, feeling moved by the prospect of spending the night under the starry sky. Together, Bruno and Helena lay on the blanket, looking up at the vast sky dotted with stars. The surrounding silence was comforting, f

It was a red bandana tied to a low hanging branch. I veered off in that direction where the branches got thicker and before reaching the clearing the smell of death reached me. It was a viscus smell in the way it seemed to cling to my body as if pulling me deeper into its depths. As we came to the clearing the scene before us was shocking. There were six dead wolves lying haphazardly on the snow covered grass. From the looks of it they were killed brutally. There was blood splattered everywhere. The rotting corpses smelled much like Mitch and Cal. I was sure this was their pack mates dead before me. If Cal and Mitch had made it here they would likely be lying here dead as well.

The goalposts are still up, the turf still smells like cut grass and teenage regret, and the scoreboard is dark except for the number 11:11 frozen in red LEDs (Rowan’s doing). We’re lying in the middle of the fifty-yard line in a loose circle, staring up at the clearest sky Arkansas has ever given us. No clouds. No light pollution. Just the Milky Way poured across black velvet like someone spilled diamonds. Remy’s head is on my stomach, one braid curled around my wrist like a tether. Seras is using Lucian’s wing as a blanket, armor dismissed, just a girl in an oversized hoodie with one glowing crimson streak. Kayo is on her back with all nine tails fanned out like a golden sunburst.