When The Night Falls Novels & Stories

Pretended I wasn’t thinking about the man standing in the rain outside. But every twenty minutes, I found myself at the window again. Checking. He was always there. By the time night fell completely, he looked terrible. Even in the dim streetlight, I could see he was swaying slightly. His shoulders were hunched. His head was bowed. But he didn’t leave. “I’m going to bed,” Maya said around eleven. “Are you coming?” “Soon.” She gave me a long look but didn’t argue. After she left, I stood at the window in the darkness, watching Xander stand in the rain.

Afterwards I decide to go back upstairs and rest for the remainder of the evening. Night falls, and with it a thunderstorm stirs up. Lightening cracks and for some reason outside of my bedroom, I swear I see sinister red eyes peering in at me. Feel like it must be the exhaustion of the day. I close the blinds, turn on N*****x. I feel dread again as a precaution. I make sure the house is locked up with the deadbolts he installed. I also lock my room to make sure I am extra safe. I snuggle up with a blanket and put on the TV. I change my mind about N*****x and put on “Discovery of Witches” on A****n Prime. Wishing I could find a man like Matthew.

Shrugging, I shook my head. Ikaris nodded, then glanced at the book. "Your parents were members of an ancient society known as Into the Night. They were a group of warriors hand-picked by the dark goddess herself to destroy all species. They were defeated by a group of warriors known as the Valerious, who joined forces with other vampires, witches, and werewolves. Together, they were able to contain the power that threatened to destroy everyone and everything," he paused for a moment before continuing.

Gavin flashed a bright smile. "That's more like it," Leo said with a loud burst of laughter. "I don't need anything. Just don't come back home for the rest of the night." Gavin immediately put on his most professional-looking smile and said, "Yes, sir! Have fun and enjoy yourself tonight!" Leo laughed and yelled at Gavin to chase him off. He then heard Gavin making a call in a corner, addressing the other as "Lucas", and asking if he could stay the night at his place.

​"Leo..." ​The surrounding noise of the night seemed to fade into absolute silence. The muffled, heavy thud of the club music behind the metal doors, the groans of the four men bleeding out on the wet pavement, the quiet drip of rain falling off the brick walls—it all died away. The entire world shrank down to just the two of them standing under the flickering yellow streetlight. ​They simply stared at each other for a full, agonizing minute. Neither of them moved. Neither of them dared to breathe.

As she completed her night-time rituals, the clock neared 3 in the morning. Exhaustion draped over her like a heavy blanket after the day's journey and the emotional rollercoaster of the reunion. With a soft whisper of "good night" to herself, she surrendered to the embrace of sleep. The room, once filled with echoes of memories, now embraced tranquility, and Ezra welcomed the solace that nightfall brought.

Considering the volume of files needed, she chose to work from the storage room to ensure she had access to everything she needed. Daisy was immersed in her work the entire time. The hours passed quickly. Her intense focus was shattered when she realized the door to the storage room had been locked, trapping her inside. As the reality of her situation dawned on her, a wave of unease washed over her. The dim light that had been her companion now seemed to cast uncertain shadows. As if fate was testing her, the light in the room suddenly flickered and went out plunging Daisy into darkness, she fumbled for her phone, and with a sigh of dismay she noticed that it was already past eight in the ev

in response, recalling how I wasn't even interested in that last night. As the evening unfolds, the enchanting lights of the Ghost fade into the background, swallowed by the approaching night as the sun sets behind us.

I wanted to tell him it would be okay. But I couldn't. My hand hovered inches from his face, then dropped to my side. I remembered him kicking Sayler. I remembered the knife. My touch felt like a lie. So I pulled away. Night fell fast in the Deadlands. There was no twilight. The bruised purple sky simply turned black, revealing no stars, no moon. Just absolute, suffocating darkness. We huddled under the dead tree. Sayler fell asleep quickly, exhausted by the day’s terror.

"So how about you, why do you love the night so much? Zyair then asked, but instead of an answer, he only watched her pretty smile fade away with sole confusion. She almost let her guard down from this friendly talk; she doesn't know what to say. What if she would say something that isn't known to this world? What if they suspect there's something unusual about her? What if the night sky here wasn't the same as hers? What if? Well, she wasn't able to look at the night sky yesterday, so she has no clue. Was there even or did they even discover;