All Chapters of Reckless Royals of Nocturne Prep: Chapter 151 - Chapter 156

CASSIANThe clock on the wall read 5:47 AM. I had ten minutes left. Maybe less.I turned away from it and looked down at Rae instead. She was sleeping on her side, one hand tucked under her cheek, her breathing soft and even. Her hair was spread across the pillow in dark waves, and I couldn't stop myself from reaching out, from threading my fingers through it gently. It was still damp at the roots from sweat and tears. The strands slipped through my fingers like water, like time itself.She didn't stir. Which was good. She needed to rest while she could.I pulled the duvet up carefully, tucking it around her bare shoulders, covering the body I had just memorized all over again. The body I wouldn't get to touch after this. My hand lingered on her shoulder for a moment, feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric. Then I forced myself to stand.The kitchen was a disaster. Broken glass from the fight still glittered in the corners. Scorch marks streaked across the floor where Moloc

KIERANI woke up with sand in my mouth.The taste was gritty and wrong, coating my tongue like I'd been chewing on the beach. I tried to spit it out but my lips wouldn't cooperate. Everything felt disconnected. My body was a puppet with cut strings.I blinked. Once. Twice. The world swam into focus in pieces. Trees overhead. Sky turning pale with dawn. Grass beneath my cheek that was cold and wet with dew.My head throbbed.I pushed myself up on my elbows and the movement sent a spike of pain through my skull that made my vision white out for a second. When it cleared, I saw bodies. Dozens of them. Scattered across the field like someone had thrown a handful of dolls and let them land where they would.But they were moving.A girl sat up near the tree line, her hand going to her throat. A guy rolled onto his side and started coughing. Another pushed himself to his knees and looked around with eyes that were too wide, too confused.They were alive.All of them.The words drifted back t

WARRENI came back into the dining room with the new bottle in my hand, holding it carefully, almost reverently, the way people carried offerings when they still believed gods listened.The conversation stopped the second I crossed the threshold. Not gradually. Not awkwardly. It just died. Every head turned toward me, every face rearranging itself into something polite and watchful, suspicion wearing manners like a borrowed coat.“I apologize for denying you more wine,” I said as I set the bottle down between us. “That was rude of me. But my shit is expensive.”I worked the cork loose. It came free with a sharp pop that echoed a little too loudly in the quiet. Oliver leaned in slightly, sniffing like the predator he was.“I do not suppose you have a stash of human blood down there too.”“I do not,” I said, easy. “I apologize.”He scoffed, unimpressed. I poured anyway, letting the wine slide into each glass, dark and slow, catching the candlelight as it moved. When I reached Magnus, I