Nightengale Book Novels & Stories

It's just she was so angry that she ended up eating it herself and now Gael was going to chew her alive. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* Also add my new book Raising the vampire king. It's a cute and sweet romance.

A thick, weathered book lay open before her, its yellowed pages vibrating slightly. She spoke in a low, melodic voice: “Estra me seish kruel. Estes ses seish kruel. Hillma re kuvena celin. Oshrma celin.” The candles flickered wildly, and the air in the room grew colder. ‘That’s black magic!’ Naila’s voice rang sharply in my mind. I stiffened. ‘How do you know that?’ ‘It’s written on the book’s spine. That’s a forbidden spellbook.’

"Remon, I was under the impression that you wanted me to be okay when I became pregnant. The fact is that you appear to be making things worse! I yelled as I walked back to the room where I had woken up and pushed myself to one side of the mattress. I couldn't stop crying, but the tears were heavy and my chest hurt. "I don't want to," says the author. I say to Yhra, "Dinner is ready." I rose to my feet and stood up to follow him, much to my dismay. When I first feel the jerking between light and darkness, it will be late in the afternoon. "Be careful," she said as she guided me down the staircase, as if I were a princess. Now, I'm afraid I'll get injured again next time.

Jane looked at us curiously, not knowing what I was talking about—she hadn’t heard Kei’s shouting earlier. “Damn him! He had the nerve to argue, saying he saw the space first, so it’s his. And get this,” she stood up for a moment, pulled a piece of paper from the pocket of her denim skirt, and then flopped back onto the sofa, “He even gave me his freaking number! Said he knows how it works—like, what the fuck? Does he think he’s so handsome? He looked more like a Power Ranger that got left behind in the galaxy!”

She left the stall and found her seat next to him again, drinking on his bottles, soon he'll be a wreck, will the Cross even allow him to continue if he finally breaks? "That was quick?" Nightingale whispered next to her. "He wasn't in the mood" "Serious? I've never heard of a man that can just openly turn a girl like you down Xena?" "Hey, I'm not a vampire with unrivalled supernatural charm, us human girls sometimes fall out the back of the bus you know?" Nightingale snickered at her "What did you do to extra yourself for the Cross?" "I know a few spells that aids my archery"

“I’ll be right back. I’m going to make you a quick cocktail. It’ll heal you up, painlessly.” Whatever it was, it sounding fucking great to her. Hell, it sounded like the best thing ever. Lily wished she had some the first time around. “Okay.” BY THE GODS THERE Nothing more aromatic to ever hit his nose, than this female’s scent. Roses and embers. Something so incredibly unique, so incredibly delicious. Caspius looked at his friends. Some friends they were. A shifter, a vampire and an incubus walk into a bar. Caspius rolled his eyes. Just thinking about their odd pairing sounded like a bad joke.

She poured herself another glass of cheap red, already on her third, and dropped onto the couch in her pencil skirt and blouse, buttons half undone. The city lights through the rain-streaked windows. Her laptop was still open on the coffee table, case files glowing like accusatory little rectangles. She should sleep. Instead she reached for the dusty old book she’d bought on a drunken whim two years ago at that weird occult shop downtown. *Daemonologie for the Modern Woman.* Stupid. But tonight it felt like the right kind of stupid. She flipped it open, scanned a page at random, and slurred the words under her breath. Latin? Probably, didn’t matter.

There’s a screaming storm surrounding it and flashes of red, demonic lightning. But I see it, clear as day. So cautious, afraid, and hopeful, I reach a hand toward it. I summon Neron, collecting all the power I can. I reach. I imagine killing that pulsing darkness. My hands glow blue and brilliant. And the second I touch it, my brain is filled with screams, a howling storm of rage. And everything goes dark.

The book remained silent, twisting its lips like a female putting on a gloss, “Well, I'm Cwena Engow, and this is Gerey -” “Spare me the details,” the book screamed loudly at her, “I know who you both are better than you both know yourself,” “Shhh, you're going to attract my mother's attention if you continue speaking with such volume. And how did you know us?” “Don't you dare lay as much as a finger on me,” with a scared tone, the book told Gerey who'd wanted to lift it unto his lap, “Unless - you want to burn me.”

The sorting happened young, around the first shift, when the body declared itself and the Circle elders came to look and wrote down what they saw. I had been twelve when they came to look at me. I remembered the elder's face when the reading was done. Not surprise exactly. Something more like recognition, the expression of someone confirming a thing they had already suspected. She had written Silver Dawn in her ledger without ceremony and looked at my mother and my mother had nodded once, the way she nodded when something was settled, and that had been that. What Silver Dawn could do was this: become unremarkable.