Lyrilusc Independent Nightingale Novels & Stories

NOLAN Nolan’s secretary was blowing up his phone on the drive home. Just more scheduling problems. Work problems. He turned his phone off and gave it to Yena to put in her purse. Then he told her to scoot closer to him. She slid over. He reached in through the slit in the skirt. His rough fingertips caught on her delicate nylon stockings. They were thigh-high and had a little band of lace at the top. Nolan’s fingers reached the top of the stocking and made contact with her skin.

The girl smiled while tilting her head, "They've come." However, Lux heard a commotion nearby and she saw many mobs coming towards her. “Enemy reinforcements?” said Lux. The men from the Blue Starlight team saw that. Then, Azura coded for Noah to get off this helicopter to help Lux. While Zack was driving the helicopter and he nodded his head. Azura and Noah braced themselves to get off the helicopter. Lux who saw her friends descend and she said, “You guys?” "We have to work together. Is not it?" Noah asked.

Tancorix strained her eyes to the north side of the valley and spotted a few fireflies in the night, something she wondered if the Romans could see as well. The Romans had spread out their numbers to the south, though, digging in for a fight. A few pickets walked out in the bright light of the moon, spears up, scanning the plain. They pointed their spears at the three females, but could do little as they were so far away. Ragala made an obscene gesture with her left hand, but Weaver swiped at her in the air as if she could strike her down. The girl frowned, bit her lip and let her chin drop.

Lydia came that afternoon with fresh linens and no introduction beyond her own name, offered flatly as she stripped the bed without preamble or ceremony: "Lydia." She was older, compact, built with the economy of movement that accumulated over decades of work done well and without announcement. Eastern European accent, thick and unhurried, the kind of accent that had stopped apologizing for itself a long time ago. She moved through the room the way people moved through spaces they had been moving through for years, without consulting it, without adjusting to it, simply occupying it with the comfortable authority of familiarity.

After a while, Leslie stretched and yawned, feeling the weight of sleep. ​"Hey, I'm tired. Let’s go back, it’s really late," Leslie suggested. ​"You go ahead," Scarlett replied firmly. "I’ll head back later. I just want to stay a bit longer." ​Leslie looked at her with a mix of worry and resignation, but finally nodded and began walking back to camp. Scarlett was left alone by the lake, unaware that she was being watched from the other side of the water. ​Across the lake, Zafira and her sister Zahia—two gorgons, women with serpent tails instead of legs—hid in the shadows. Zafira, her serpentine body coiling around itself, watched Scarlett with a mix of surprise and overflowing rage.

Two fluffy silver fox ears sprouted atop his head like mischievous antennae of divine gossip. “Oh no no no—!” he gasped, quickly slapping a leaf on his head with practiced panic. The leaf shimmered once, and the ears vanished. He looked around, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. Good. No witnesses. Not even that creepy vending machine ghost. Yin coughed, smoothing down his hair with faux dignity. “Anyway, yes. She’s definitely the one. Nexus’s whole ‘the land shall choose the spirit-bearing flame born in rust’ nonsense? Yeah. Selena literally works in Vermillion Cyberspace. Couldn’t get more prophetic if it slapped us.”

"Do you think you're doing right by your parents? Open up! What are you hiding in there for?" Fiona shrieked. I ignored her cutting words and calmly texted, "Good sir, I am your long-lost dance partner!" I then sent over my ID, along with a video of me playing the harp at the New Year's gala. Luke immediately replied, "You'll do. You'd better not bail on me! Let me be clear. I only need you as a plus one for the banquet. There will be no funny business! Don't pull the same stunt as she did!"

That Night Copyright © K.I. Lynn This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.

“Come, my Lyric. It is night, the moon has risen, and the guardians of the Sacred Waters wait for our arrival. Aeylira has brought us rank, and gifts for her new sister.” Lyric groaned and forced herself to open her eyes, meeting Niarthen’s. “Hello,” Niarthen grinned. His face was alight, and he exuded excitement. “Come on.” He rolled off the moss bed and held out his hands. “Come.” Lyric let him lift her from the bed, but pulled back when he stepped out into the hallway. “I need to wee,” she told him.