Nick Nocturne Novels & Stories

I turn around to see an older gentleman who looks like a doctor walking towards me. “Hello, my dear Ms. Dreasden. I am Doctor John Hopkins, Nelli’s psychiatrist. I was told of the events tonight and not to alarm you, but if at any time the lights go out close your eyes and do not open them no matter what you hear. Apparently Nelli is loose and not under control. See Nelli has no soul. She was born with the blackest eyes of any human being I have ever met. If she sees the fear in your eyes, she will scratch them out before she kills you.”

“Since the attack, I’ve been cooped up, first with Carson, then here. I need air. I need something that isn’t waiting for bad news.” Adrian hesitated, reading me. “Nocturne won’t give you the escape you’re looking for, Little Fox,” he said quietly. “That place is crawling with Strigoi and werewolves. It’s a nest of power plays and old grudges.” “I know,” I replied, holding his gaze. “But I need to be there. I need to move.” He didn’t push back. Just gave a small shrug and a look that said I warned you.

Not a single sign of life outside, with the lights in almost all the houses put out. Almost all, because there's that few rebellious homes that stay up till way past midnight. Lior promised that there's a car waiting for us just outside the borders which according to my calculations, shouldn't be any further from here now. Then, like a phantom conjured from the shadows between the ancient trees, Nox appears. I think I perceived the faint smell of whiskey and citrus before we see him. Or maybe that's what my brain wants to believe, who knows? He’s all jagged edges and raw fury, his eyes burning with a brokenness that makes my chest ache despite myself.

I sent a friend request. Two seconds later, it was accepted. A message popped up immediately after. NocturneNotes: Your house has been marked. Your whole family is going to die.

I told Leon as I parked outside the club. Nocturne was unlike any other place in the city—a werewolf-only sanctuary owned by the Hawthornes. Getting through its doors required an invitation and an expensive yearly membership, which guaranteed privacy, luxury, and indulgence without the presence of human eyes. Its walls were thick with secrecy, music pulsing low enough to be intimate, high enough to mask whispered deals and primal challenges. Tonight, I wasn’t here for pleasure. I was here to end a threat.

Alpha Arnie said and I breathed a sigh of relief. “Great idea. Let’s give Hallie some time to think.” Luna Isabella smiled and grabbed her Alphas hand. Alpha Arnie's words were like a soothing balm that I desperately needed. The tension in the room dissipated as he spoke, and I felt the weight of the situation lifting off my shoulders. His suggestion that we all get some rest was like a beacon of hope, and I knew that I needed it more than anything. The events of the evening had left me feeling drained and overwhelmed, and the thought of some time to process everything was a welcome one. As I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. The room was filled with

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

Twilight fell: the grayish-white moon shines brightly causing the silver tiny stars to show up in few. Nocturnal animals begin to start their night task; even the human on their shadowy job. In a small convenience store where Zitrey was in. There's a four-person in black-masked that only covered their eyes entered the said store. One of them nervously changes the sign 'open' to 'close' and followed his mates.

“Oh?” Thomas cast a glance at him. “What mistake have I made?” There was a cold glint in Nipper’s eyes. “Let me make this clear, we’re members of Nocturnal in Central City. If you offend us, it means that you’re offending Nocturnal. There’s only one thing waiting for you, and that’s death!” Was he threatening Thomas? But, a threat was something that Thomas was not afraid of the most. He blinked and asked, “Nocturnal? Does it refer to beasts at night?”

"We should probably get some sleep. Wren will be banging on our door before the sun comes up because he likes to torture me with an early morning run every day." Nodding, I stand and grab at my own covers, pulling them back so that I can slip under them. Even with this motel being the way that it is, having some kind of cushion under me that isn't my own balled-up clothing feels like absolute heaven. Nothing else matters but this glorious night's sleep I'm about to get. "Night, Gabriela," Rose says with a yawn. "Night," I say as my eyes slowly drift closed.