Nick Nocturne Novels & Stories

Good night notebook. Love, Yours truly. I closed the notebook and locked it. If any one got hold of this notebook, it could basically reveal my entire secret. The key was chained to my neck as a necklace. So it's like a key necklace. It was my treasure. I slipped into the soft sheets and dozed off. And you know what time was it? Only 2 in the afternoon. 1 hour later.. *Knock knock* *Snores* *Knock knock.* *Snores *

I repeated those words in my head until every letter was carved into my subconscious. Yet when night fell and I got into bed, I could feel the change lingering in the air. Moonlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating Nox’s broad shoulders and back. The sheet had fallen from him, landing in a heap around his waist. He always ran hot when he slept. That much hadn’t changed. Not friends, but enemies. If that was the case, then why was there a tattoo of a lilac on Nox’s spine?

Gasps and loud murmurs resonated just as November turned around and started walking out leaving trails of power and terror in her wake. _______________________________________ LUNA PUER TERRITORY, CAPE BRETON ISLAND, NOVA SCOTIA PENINSULA Aidan James holds Nicole’s hand. He gazes at her sleeping figure. The slashes, obviously left by November in her face stopped healing, it did nothing to completely regenerate her damaged cells. Three long slashes of scar remains and he was sure once she woke up all hell will break loose. As of the moment, Aidan was only grateful to have Nicole back home with the family, to him.

"If what you are saying is true... help us. Help us stop him from breaking through." Noctis closed his eyes tightly. "I wish it were that simple, Killian." When he opened them again, the crimson glow within his irises had intensified violently. "Every single moment I remain outside the void, Nyxar gains more absolute control over my mind. I don't have much time left." He reached quickly into his black cloak and threw a small, shimmering silver crystal toward Aiden. Leo leaped up and caught it cleanly in his jaws. It pulsed with a deeply familiar, warm moonlight.

The heavy rear door opened, and a towering, broad-shouldered figure stepped out, bypassing the umbrella-wielding valets entirely. He wore a flawless, custom-tailored charcoal three-piece suit that clung to an immense, lethal frame. His dark hair was lightly dusted with rain, and as he stepped into the dim glow of the alley's light, his eyes caught the reflection. Molten silver. My breath hitched in my throat. Every muscle in my body locked up in terror. Ronan Blackthorne. He was a ghost story told to misbehaving pups, the undisputed king of Nocturne City’s underworld, and a man whose vast empire kept the entire Alpha Council under his thumb. But worse than his reputation was his bloodline co

_*]:min-w-0"> _*]:min-w-0"> Luna hadn't been asleep long when the bell rang. _*]:min-w-0"> Not the curfew bell. Something different. Deeper. More resonant. _*]:min-w-0"> It echoed through the building, pulling her from uneasy dreams. _*]:min-w-0"> Nova sat up in bed. "Moon Circle." _*]:min-w-0"> "What?" _*]:min-w-0">

Something became apparent in Nocturne’s crotch and he realised that he had what humans called a boner. “You’re hard,” Leo observed out loud in between breaths. “Has that ever happened before?” “No. This is the first time.” “I find that flattering,” his boyfriend told him and gestured for him to come closer. “I’ll give you some help with it.” *** “I have to go now,” Nocturne noted a little while later with disappointment. “It’s one in the morning, I need to see the list of deaths for today and start delegating the collections out.”

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.

The club pulsed with low music, velvet drapes swallowing the city’s chaos behind the soundproofed walls. This wasn’t one of Massimo’s public venues, no, this was something more private, more indulgent. Only a select few knew about Nocturne, the dark heart of his empire, nestled above the rooftops of Rome, where night fell thick and slow like honey, and tonight, it belonged to them.