When The Night Falls Book Novels & Stories

The stars did not fall with noise or fire. Instead, they drifted, soft as ash, slow as regret, blanketing the skies above Sanctum for three nights and three days. Each flake glimmered, ephemeral, settling on rooftops, the backs of silent wolves, and the palms of children who dared to reach for them. The city stilled beneath this celestial hush, the air trembling not with fear or awe, but with the sense that an ancient story had finally run out of pages.

Nida didn't like to sleep with anyone, even though they fit on the mattress on top of the mat on the floor. The only light in the room came from the moon, which shone through the open window. She sighed again when the familiar sadness gripped her chest. She felt hollow, as if she wanted to embrace someone or something, but she didn't know who or what. She closed her eyes and tried to force herself to sleep. Maybe it was because of the fatigue from doing laundry earlier that she was able to fall asleep quickly. Lyzza didn't know what she was doing in that house. It was unfamiliar to her. However, there was a part of her that knew the place; it seemed familiar to her. Particularly, the big pic

I would be good for now and then try to get away again. As he unhooked the last chain I fell forward into him. His solid arms caught me before I hit the floor but I quickly pulled away from him. I noticed the hint of a new tattoo on his arm and just shook my head in annoyance. I heard him laugh as I stomped up the stairs and to my room. The man was absolutely impossible to even like a little. I took a hot shower and then climbed into my bed. I would get away from Damion Night if it was the last thing I did.

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.

One moment I’d been curling up in Dain’s arms, my eyelids fluttering shut as I drowned in his delicious scent, and the next I was back on that cursed platform, the one Nadia and I had fallen from. The moon was full as it hung in the sky, out shining every single star that dared stand too close. Not a single cloud lingered, as though they too knew that they would pale in comparison. Only the softest of breezes drifted by, lightly stirring the nightgown I now wore.

The nights were the hardest, as the moon's light cast a haunting glow upon her fur, igniting her bloodlust. On this particular night, the moon was full and radiant, and Astrid could feel the transformation taking hold. She tried to resist, to maintain her human form, but the beast within her was relentless. As the moon reached its peak in the sky, Astrid's body convulsed, and she fell to her knees, crying out in pain. Her bones cracked and shifted, her limbs stretched and reshaped, and her senses heightened to a feverish pitch.

I stopped crying after several hours and JD stayed with me the whole time. Before long, the day finally ended. This marked the end of whatever illusion I had of ever being with Adrian and the end of The Decadence of The Fallen as well. We were a band no more after that and the girl who once fell for the "Ice Prince" had given up on trying to melt his frozen heart.

##Chapter 79 All Over Michelle's POV The evening atmosphere envelops the city in a shroud of mystery and melancholy. As the sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the urban landscape, a sense of quiet descends. The distant hum of traffic fades into the background, replaced by the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. Lights flicker on, painting the buildings in warm, inviting hues, contrasting with the growing darkness. It's a time when the city's secrets seem to whisper in the wind, and emotions swirl like the mist that rises from the damp streets.

" I stare at the side of his face for a moment. I am Frozen for a thought hits me. There is only one window in the library. ------------------------------------------- My fingers quietly sift through the pages of the old Kings' journal, Xiirian Adonis Prime, The 8th Night Wolf. The sound of the slight brushes of pages and my small breaths are drowned by the snores of the other slaves that are already fast asleep, against the silence of midnight. It is well into the night, but I cannot sleep. Not when Night Wolf's words seem to bleed through the pages. He lived a life crueler than I ever imagined. His grief. His loneliness. I thought it was parallel to mine but is far different. It is deeper

"Please." Ares stepped in front of me. "Any last words?" the judge asked. Kieran smiled. "The prophecy is real. She’ll kill him. And when she does, Nightfang will rise again." The blade fell. I didn’t flinch. Ares’ hand found mine. Squeezed. It was over. --- That night, back at the estate, I couldn’t sleep. The book was on my nightstand. Page 47. There was a knock.