When The Night Falls Book Novels & Stories

I just have to wait for night fall. The night was thick with anticipation, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. The moon, full and bright, cast a silvery light across the land, creating stark contrasts of light and shadow. The air was cool and still, carrying the faint scent of pine and earth. Stars glittered like distant diamonds in the vast expanse of the night sky, and an eerie silence hung in the air, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant call of a night bird.

Fortunately, they are not that intelligent to think about that. "I'll go to sleep," Delorah said after her hair was dried. "I'll tuck you in, young lady," Pauline answered and she put Delorah to sleep. While they are asleep, the moon is slowly eaten by a back entity in the sky. The nightfall, the bright night is slowly darkening to pitch black. Only the light from the fences is lighting the pitch-black night right now. In the middle of the night, Delorah was awakened by a strange breathiness and her chest hurts like her heart was ripped into pieces.

Chapter 9: The Price of Victory Night falls heavy and fast, the way it always does in the borderlands—like someone snuffed out the last candle and left only smoke. I’m inside the tent, hood down, studying the next chapter by that faint violet glow from my own fingertips when the first vibration hits the ground. Not the usual camp shuffle. Not footsteps. Something heavier. Coordinated. Many. I drop the book. Hood up. Slip to the flap and peer out.

I don't know what he wants and what he doesn't want anymore. I fall asleep for a moment, but I have strange dreams. It's a huge house and it seems to be from the suburbs. Suddenly, a dark-haired, tanned-skinned, tattooed man appears. I don't see his face. He lays me down on a desk and grabs my legs. I just sob. He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down to take me by force, without contemplation or anything, while I cry out in desperation. I cry again when I wake up. I sweat and keep sobbing.

//Chandra Margaret// I immediately put all the snack that I prepared for the boys. My hands are shaking a bit as I go to the living room. There is three boys in total. I dare not to look in their faces. "H-here is the food." I clear my throat. Even my voice is shaking. The boy in the single sofa look at me. He's reading a book in his hand. I know that book! It's Our dawn is hotter than day. A book about two people who keep their night busy while sleeping in the daylight.

I didn't even know how my voice sounded. “Close your eyes, little star, Let the night wrap where you are, Moonlight paints your dreams in gold, Safe and warm, no need to hold. Drift away on silver skies, No more tears in sleepy eyes, Hearts that love you stand so near, You are safe, there’s nothing to fear. Hush now, darling, breathe in slow, Where the quiet night winds blow, Morning comes with gentle light, But for now… just dream tonight.” I didn’t know when my voice began to tremble. My hands reached forward to my cheeks and only then did I realise I was crying.

"The Codex—it's erased." "No," Ceres whispered. "It's fulfilled." Xavier leaned against the altar. "She broke it with a choice. And gave us one in return." Veyna entered, panting. "The sky—come outside. You need to see this." Outside the Temple—Nightfall The sky was ablaze. Not with war. Not with magic. But with falling lights. Glowing streaks, like shooting stars, traced the horizon in graceful silence. Children across Flamewatch cried out in wonder. Wolves lifted their heads in quiet awe.

I hear him reach for the lamp, but I stop him immediately. “Please, leave it on.” “Scared of the dark?” He teases, but I refuse to answer. I just shut my eyes tighter, praying sleep will come. It doesn’t. Normally, I fall asleep easily, but tonight the situation makes it impossible. For over five minutes, I lie there struggling, trying every trick I know to drift off. But nothing works. Then Raven’s low voice breaks the silence behind me. “What did you think about my suggestion earlier?” I stay still, pretending to be asleep, even though curiosity burns inside me. What suggestion is he talking about?

The alleyway was completely empty, save for a few rusted trash bins and the flickering glow of a broken streetlamp. Narrowing her eyes, Seven accelerated her pace. Her rented apartment wasn't far away; it was well within walking distance from the bar, located in a slightly weathered residential block just past the commercial district. Ordinarily, walking alone at night didn't bother her in the slightest. Her training made her more dangerous than ninety-nine percent of the predators lurking in the dark. She was just about to round a sharp corner leading toward the main avenue when a sudden, sharp fwhipt sliced through the quiet air.

A rush of images, sounds, and emotions flooded his brain all at once. The smell of rain and cheap perfume… the feel of soft skin beneath his fingertips… a breathless voice whispering his name in the dark… Lyra. It was her. Every single detail of that night returned with the force of a tidal wave, crushing his consciousness under the sheer weight of the recovered truth. "Gabriel?" Lyra’s voice shifted from anger to sudden, sharp confusion as she watched him sway. His vision went entirely black. The world tilted sideways. Gabriel’s knees buckled beneath him, and the powerful, untouchable billionaire collapsed heavily onto the hard stone pavement of the plaza, completely unconscious.