Nightingale Book Novels & Stories

The eyes of the woman on the bed flickered open and searched his face, seeking the reason he had stopped reading. Tom fiddled with the cover of the book for a moment, then continued on. "Angel had arranged-" Another tremor, bigger this time shook the room. Little bits of dust worked loose from the ceiling and now other people took notice. Tom searched the nurses' faces, glancing from one to another to see if they had an inkling of the cause, but only concern washed their face. He set the book down on the table and started to get up.

this time, real tears streamed down my face in rivulets as I faltered, moving back till I hit the bed. It stalked me, taking fast strides towards me until I stumbled and my back hit the bed. It prowled, pouncing on me I shrieked when its claws wrapped around my throat, squeezing, watching me wheeze when the lights nearly left my eyes. Sniffing, it inhaled my scent, licking the spot at my neck, biting and nipping at my flesh. I yelled, kicked, and bucked in an attempt to break free as I struggled to breathe.

This better be successful because I have everything to loss if this fails, including Natalie. I lay in bed that night hoping, listening for any sound that my human ear can hear. Waiting for there arrival. Slowly the hours tickle away and it is soon approaching dawn before I hear the first roar of the monsters as they all return home. I jump out of bed and race out into the backyard to see a sight I had not expected.

The books were still neatly arranged just how dad left it. I ran my fingers through the books aligned on the shelves. A tear dropped from my eyes when I remembered the memories dad and I had in this library. As I moved, I came across a book on the table beside it was a mug. It sparked my curiosity because this mug was dads mug. Nobody uses it not even mom. The book was not as dusty as the rest books and the mug was warm with some remains of coffee in it. Somebody came in here, somebody was here. Nobody would have entered if not mom. Could it be her or the maids? But who would dare disrespect dad by using his own mug?

“Is the king busy?” She tried her luck. Why did she have to ask about the king of all people? The girl looked at her and placed her finger over her lips in a bid to let her know that she wasn’t allowed to talk to her. She nodded in understanding. She didn’t want to get anyone in trouble because of her. Sophie watched her leave. Only when she left did she get off the bed to eat. After she ate, she was finally able to force herself to fall asleep. She made a mental note to beg the person that comes next to please get her a book from the palace library. They weren’t allowed to talk to her but she could get them to do what she wanted. Hopefully, they would be willing to help.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

She felt her baby stir within her, a reminder of the life she was carrying and the danger they faced. A sudden crash from downstairs jolted her from her thoughts. Her heightened senses detected unfamiliar scents and the sound of footsteps. Selene's heart pounded as she leaped from her bed, shifting into her werewolf form. She moved silently down the hall, her claws barely making a sound on the wooden floor. Henry was already in his werewolf form, a massive beast with a coat of dark fur and eyes that glowed with fierce determination. Elizabeth, unable to transform, was struggling against a group of armed men who had burst into their home. The hunters had come, and they were prepared.

The banquet ended past midnight. Luke sat in the front passenger seat of his Rolls-Royce, pressing his index finger against his temple. He had long, artist's fingers. The glow of the streetlights cast just the right shadow over his face, making his nose bridge more prominent. He looked like a sculpture straight out of a museum. "It's late now. The curfew would already be in effect by the time you return to your dorm."

I would have preferred to be there but of course, I am never listened to, especially since about two years ago when I was told the faith of me inheriting my parents company relied on me getting married. Moving further into the room, I noticed a speech was being made by the organizer, something about the plans for the money that would be raised tonight, we both knew half of the money was going into paying for the loan they “allegedly” took for the last project their company participated in and that is why I won’t be donating until I strike a personal deal. Following the usual routine, I patted my breast pocket where the cheque for the occasion occupied and thought of the deal I’d try to strik

Nigel Senior growled, leaning in dangerously, "before I just have to suck it outta you myself." "You dirty old man," she snapped, rolling her eyes, "don't tempt me." Then, her expression sharpened. She snatched the Book of the Gods, glanced cautiously out the window to make sure the kids weren't eavesdropping, and opened the massive tome to page 269. She waved her palm over it, muttering an incantation under her breath, and words shimmered onto the pages like molten silver. "Whoa..." Nigel Senior gulped, genuinely impressed, his grizzled face lighting up. "You're amazing."