Nightingale Book Novels & Stories

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

The air shimmered with a faint, magical glow, a spell cast by the witches to protect the palace. Selene pressed her hands against the barrier, feeling the resistance. She pushed harder, but the spell held firm. Frustration and despair welled up within her. She could see the palace just beyond the barrier, so close yet unreachable. "Ethan!" she cried out, hoping against hope that he might hear her. "Ethan, please!" But there was no response. The barrier remained impenetrable. Tears of frustration filled her eyes, but she knew she had no choice but to turn back. Defeated, she began the long walk home, her thoughts consumed by worry for Ethan and their unborn child.

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."

Madison’s POV I felt a gentle tap on my arm, waking me up from my nap. Upon opening my eyes, it all comes back to me…the events of the past day. Apparently it was not a dream and I’m officially living my own personal telenovela. “The air hostess just came to inform me we’re about to land, I could carry you off the jet—but I don’t think that would be appreciated.” Ethan said with a tight smile. I could see he was also starting to feel the pressure we are about to be tackled with. Returning his smile, I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and turned back to the window, enjoying the last few moments as we landed.

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."

Before she head upstair, Lucille hand her the glass of milk she was holding. It's already morning when Nigel woke up. He rubbed his forehead and groaned when he suddenly felt a headache. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the white ceiling and room, then he realized that he was in the hospital. When he turned to his side, he saw a woman who had rested her head on the edge of his bed. He recalled the incident at the bar last night and remembered that Nathalie was with him when he sent there. "N-nathalie..." He murmured. He reached out wanting to stroke the woman's head, but she suddenly woke up. "M-mom?" Nigel didn't know whether to be disappointed or what to see that the woman was non oth

I was confused, "Relax, Sam. This is Claire; she is not going to kill you." still confused, "He's terrified of people, took forever to pry him out from under there when I first came in here with my sisters." Allis went behind the counter and managed to get him out. He stood up cautiously, "Okay, Sam, Claire needs a book. Do you have one?" he thought for a moment and then looked at me, "What's your last name?" "Nightingale." he nodded and began looking at the mountain of books behind him,