Ishiguro Nocturnes Novels & Stories

She ogled at me angrily as tears threatened to dropped down her soft cheek. "Lov–" She hanged up her hand towards me and rushed back to her room. ~~~~ How are you viewing "nightmares" How is this going to end? 😶😶😶😶 ©Lharry's pen

​"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.

Liora demanded, her voice quivering. The figure's lips curled into a sinister smirk. "You may call me Nocturna. And dear guardians, you're too late." She held up an obsidian mirror, its surface rippling like liquid, revealing distorted visions of Meranthia's landscapes being engulfed in darkness and chaos.

Chapter Twenty-four A low growl rumbles through the dark. Lucas, growling back, pulls his lips up over his fangs and sprints forward. I conjure an energy ball, lighting up the room. Long shadows are cast on the walls, and that thing is only yards from us. It looks just like the other hellhounds, and blood-tinged saliva drips from its yellowed fangs.

The memory of that night is seared into her mind, a haunting reminder of how quickly happiness can turn to despair. The evening began like any other. The sky was a deep indigo, the stars twinkling overhead as a gentle breeze rustled the leaves. Aqua and her parents were gathered in their cozy living room, the fireplace crackling warmly. Zara was reading a story aloud, her soothing voice weaving magic into the air, while Milak playfully tussled Aqua's hair, making her giggle.

I would be good for now and then try to get away again. As he unhooked the last chain I fell forward into him. His solid arms caught me before I hit the floor but I quickly pulled away from him. I noticed the hint of a new tattoo on his arm and just shook my head in annoyance. I heard him laugh as I stomped up the stairs and to my room. The man was absolutely impossible to even like a little. I took a hot shower and then climbed into my bed. I would get away from Damion Night if it was the last thing I did.

But his Charger was his baby, just like my Harley was mine. I took the lead and River rode beside me, while Cruz followed us. So far, I didn't see any members of Nightshade or anything suspicious, but that wasn't to say that the threat wasn't there. But it was late, and Nightshade had probably finished patrolling for the night. One could only hope. But I refused to live my life in fear. We made a left turn, and the night was gorgeous. Hot already, even though it was nice. But wolf-shifters didn't feel the heat or the cold like humans. The stars were out, but the moon wouldn't be out again until the Summer Solstice in June.

There were no other houses up here and no other cars. Touhy stomped up the porch steps, not caring how much noise he made. He hammered on the door with his fist. “I know you’re in there!” he shouted. “You can’t ignore me forever.” He heard the lock on the other side of the door unclick and Jo Gehlinger stood there, her long gray hair unbound and her eyes narrowed. “What do you want?” she asked. “You know what I want,” he said, pushing his way inside.

the journalist asked curiously. "Yes, it's called 'Tales of the Moonlit Grimoire'," Luna revealed with a smile, subtly bringing the interview to a close.

*** ADY I was startled awake when I heard the alarm on my phone, perched on the cabinet next to my bed. I took a deep breath, then looked down at my body and saw that I didn’t have a cover and that the front of my nightgown was pulled up to show my underwear. I had just switched my attention to the window when the door to my room opened unexpectedly. “Ady, are you all right?” I was the one who saw Jasper enter my room, but he was looking at my thigh up to my waist when we made eye contact at that very time. Both of our responses included a tinge of surprise.