When The Night Falls Book Novels & Stories

"We saw him surrender." "I know what I saw," I snapped. "And I know what I'm going to do. I'm going to kill him myself." I turned away from the fire. I looked out the grimy window. The moon was rising over the burning city. It was a blood moon. "We rest tonight," I commanded. "At dawn, we move." *** Dawn broke grey and brutal. The snow had started falling in the night. It covered the burning city in a blanket of white, hiding the scars but not the heat.

A night without surprises. Until we saw the first star fall. And then another, and then a dozen more. Starsfell it will be called. The night when a thousand stars fell from the heavens and in one fell swoop stole away our light, blinding us, forcing us once more into darkness. But from that darkness, a mighty king will rise. And that king with the force of his will, fought against the evil machinations of his family to bring true order to the world, freeing us forever from the demons of the sun, gifting us with everlasting light.

She was yanked back to reality as she felt herself lose a foot and stepping in the air, she stumbled forward and before she knew it…she was falling down the cliff hidden in the middle of the night. Falling was the last memory she had before her body hit the water. ~~~~ ‘Damn,’ Noah thought in the back of his mind. ‘Father won’t be happy about this, it’s past midnight.’ Despite the realization, the raven-haired boy still took his time walking around the dark woods. He found strange comfort in strolling in the middle of the night with nothing but the sound of rustling trees. The instinct within him confirmed that there were no living souls around him, which made his heart settle at ease.

BOOK TWO: THE IRON BRIDGES Chapter 92: The Rust of the Soul (Jace’s Perspective) Night fell on Aethelgard not with a sunset, but with a thickening of the soot. In the founding ground, twilight was a time of settling. The birds quieted, the campfires crackled, and the deep sight hummed with a gentle, collective deceleration.

YNNAH I arrived home completely dumbfounded by what I had just witnessed. I still couldn’t believe my eyes. I had seen things that only existed in fantasy stories and movies—things I never imagined I would encounter in real life. A sky that seemed to open up, emitting a blinding, dazzling light that hurt just to look at. A strange, faint cry echoing in the darkness—the sound of a man suffering in unimaginable pain. Something rushed past me, moving at such incredible speed that I couldn't even identify what it was. And then, behind that massive Narra tree… a single, silky black feather, beautiful and rare, soaked in fresh blood.

Jenefer ignored that feeling, telling herself that she should be enjoying instead of worrying, but by the time they went on their separate ways, that feeling worsened, to the point that it made Jenefer uncomfortable. She was walking along an alleyway towards her house when she doubled over, the feeling that followed was the strangest of all, it felt like all the living daylights were fading off from her as she fell and the ground grew closer and closer. And by the time she was on the ground, she was already a goner. - Camera shutters were heard from left and right as flashes lit up the night. The police were bustling around, trying to keep the onlookers and the journalists at bay and to prev

He shyly informed her as his point fingers met. ‘Nice idea,’ She thought while her not-cooperating face gave a not-that-interested look. As she thought for an ideal name, an inexplicable word sprang out on her mind instead. “Morgenstern,” she mumbled without lifting her chin from her palm. “From now on, you will be Morgenstern Dale. [Meaning: ‘the valley of the morning star.]’” Reading Erin Morgenstern's book "The Starless Sea" was her favorite past time. "We are all stardust and stories, indeed.

Nadia turned pages at regular intervals, her eyes tracing lines she didn't fully absorb. At twelve-forty, the chill of the deep night began to creep inward from the glass windows. Nadia closed her book, the sound small but definitive in the room, and stood up. "Goodnight," she said, smoothing down her cardigan. Caiden looked up from the dying hearth, his dark eyes fixed on her face for a lingering second. "Goodnight," he said.

"You'll always have the right to tell me to stop." When he lowered his lips to mine, I didn't flinch. Even when pain mingled with the pleasure and I lost my breath, he never hurried me like Giovanni would. He would stroke my back until I relaxed. Afterward, he cradled me in his arms. He gently combed my hair with his fingers. "Are you alright?" I nodded and burrowed against his chest. "Better than alright. I never knew it could actually be… good." … The next morning, I woke from a nightmare.

Zayden jerked his head up A car was stopped right in front of him. He tried to swerve, but the wet, icy road betrayed him. The tires lost grip. The steering wheel spun under his hands. The vehicle skidded across the slick pavement Then everything flipped. Metal screamed. Glass shattered. The world turned upside down. And then... Silence. Cold. Dark. The snow outside continued falling, calm and steady… as his crumpled car lay still on the side of the road. *****