Starless Nights Novels & Stories

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

A strong hand clapped him on the back drawing his attention forward. “Look, see there!” Dean said, pointing to the Black sails coming around the corner. Gavin's first reaction was to grab a hold of Dean for touching him but paused. Gavin’s eyes spotted the ghost-like ship gliding across the ocean. It was still as haunting as the first time he laid eyes on it. It was a ship from nightmares but it was stunning. He spotted her golden hair as the ship drew near. The doom in his stomach fading slightly. The Evening Star pulled up alongside the Morning Star day and night at a stand still.

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.

One fateful night, as the Red Teary Moon Pack camped beneath the open sky, a celestial event unfolded before their eyes. The night sky transformed into a mesmerizing canvas adorned with streaks of light as shooting stars blazed across the horizon. The pack members gazed in awe, their hearts filling with wonder and a sense of connection to the vast expanse of the universe. Liam's voice was hushed with reverence, "Look at the shooting stars, each one carrying a wish upon its tail. This is a rare gift from the cosmos, an invitation to share our hopes and dreams with the universe."