Novels by Nightingale

AshleyMonica stood behind us. Our voices were sealed while we had our gaze down the window. It felt like the world had turned against us both, mostly—My witch. Claire held the metal rod at the window as she breathed heavily while still staring at the prisoner who’d been paraded into the royal chambers. Of course he’d not be spared this time. Arc would never do that. I felt her close, just behind me. Her breath from her nostrils spread across the hair behind, I could sense she’d smiled already. “Well—I think we’d be having the next conversation at the execution ground by dawn… or, right away.” She spoke so confidently before turning back to leave the room. “This was all your fault,” “What? What the hell are you saying?” I questioned as Claire turned back to me. “Swear in your own name that this wasn’t a disaster you orchestrated? Look me in the eye and tell me you’ve got nothing to do with all these?” She threatened, her eyes reddened as she gave me a furious stare. Wrinkles spre

Chapter 49: Restless ShadowsAshleyThe silence in my room was louder than thunder. I couldn’t sit still. My feet dragged me back and forth, from the edge of the bed to the window, then back again, like some caged animal pacing in circles. My fingers kept twisting the hem of my blouse until the fabric wrinkled, and my thoughts tumbled over one another, messy and sharp.Tony.The name wouldn’t leave my head. Tony—the prisoner. Claire’s Tony.Luke’s voice replayed in my skull like a curse: “Alpha, the prisoner… I’m afraid he’s escaped.”I pressed a palm to my temple, trying to quiet the pounding ache. It didn’t add up. It didn’t make sense. No one escapes silver chains reinforced by pack guards. Not unless someone wanted them to.My wolf stirred inside me, uneasy, her growl low, restless. I couldn’t tell if it was warning or suspicion, but it pressed against my ribs until I felt like my chest would split.I looked at the door again—maybe the fifth, maybe the tenth time. Claire was takin

Chapter 48: Alpha…!Ashley.Finally… I could feel the breeze, inhale the fresh air of my true world. It had been horrible, trapped in that twisted timeline where chaos lurked behind every moment. I stood still for a second, letting the wind kiss my face.How come I’m able to remember what happened in the world where Claire tampered with time? I muttered under my breath.I had been trying to reach Boris on the phone for a while, but he wasn’t picking up. Moving toward the mirror, I gave my face a final touch — tonight I had a meeting. Strange that I had even scheduled it; I had just come back from… time itself.Knock knock.I froze. My heart picked up speed. The knock was off — irregular, hesitant, but forceful in its own way. Not the usual rhythm of the maidens. Maybe Claire? I watched the door, waiting.Then the handle bent. Someone was opening the goddamn door — with authority.“Who the fuck…?” I whispered, bracing myself.And then I saw him.“Oh, my angel, I’m so sorry! I saw your

Chapter 47: Back in time. Claire. [Back to three days ago] The scenario gave us all hope. I saw myself dashing with a speed one would figuratively refer to as the speed of light. I rushed across the other maidens who were with their bowls and flowers. “Watch it! Claire,” one of them yelled as I rushed and hit her with my shoulders. “So sorry please.” I responded, my voice diminishing as I headed straight to the kitchen. ‘What the hell is wrong with this human?’ I heard one of them say as I rushed farther. It was one of the most traumatizing moments of my life. Nothing more hurts more than seeing the ones you love being at the brink of death. I had to save Tony at all costs and that’s the priority. I entered the kitchen, my eyes darting towards the cooks as they stared at me. The chief cook stared at me with worry etching her eyes, my face dwindling towards the plates and the pot which contained some meat and probably the rice cooked for the day. “Claire, are you sure you’re alr

Chapter 46: Plot Twist Claire. Pain. What more can I say? Everything I’ve ever believed in and worked for, all collapsing before my very eyes. The one true love who made me tamper with time had just proved to me that that shit called true love didn’t exist. I was chained all along to the wall and awaited the knife to be struck into my neck like Luke’s, maybe Monica and her sister would have something else to do with Roan and Jasper. My heart bled, my head ached, my eyes clumsy and my feet flooded with blood. All that mattered to me was giving up the ghost at the time because there was nothing left. Monica and Eunice pointed the knife at Jasper to reveal the truth concerning what they said, but he tried everything possible to avoid being dumb. He spoke, lied and made sure he saved the day, or at least, bought us some time. “Hey, can you at least speak up?!” Monica yelled at him. Her face contorted in rage, her eyes blazed with fury. Her lips curled into a snarl. “Hey, come on sis

Chapter 45: What did they say? Ashley. We were tied and kept in the same room. The werewolves were stationed at every corner while Monica, Eunice and Simon were outside, making some decisions about our prosecution. I watched closely to see if maybe there’ll be an escape route from but couldn’t find any. Our only savior in the room who happened to be a witch was now chained. It was so tragic to know that she’d been played all along by the one person she loved the most, the one she trusted and could die for, the same person who made her tamper with the time spell. Claire was chained to the wall and tormented by the werewolves. She was tortured so badly that she bled all over. I felt pity on her. Jasper and I were tied to a chair as we backed each other. We whispered all along as we watched Claire. “Told you not to trust him, didn't I?” He whispered. “Uncle, you wouldn’t blame her, she’s got every reason to react the way she just did, and trust me, I think this whole thing is more