Nightingale Novel Novels & Stories

“She's awake.” The whisper cut through the sterile hum of machines. Claire Sepharine Nightwind opened her eyes to a ceiling stained with fluorescent light. The scent of antiseptic filled her lungs—burning, clinical, wrong. Her body was a map of silence and agony. “She moved,” another voice murmured, softer this time. “Did you see that?” Claire blinked. The light stabbed. She turned her head—barely. A nurse, clipboard in hand, stood frozen at the door. The other, younger, held a tray of bandages. They were watching her like she'd risen from the dead.

Abby and Tommy looked towards me. "Well, you screamed and it was like something I've never heard before. It was bone chilling, then you glowed." Clay began. Kitty furrowed her brows and tensed. "I glowed?" she asked and Neil and I nodded. "It was so strange. It filled me with warmth and calmness but it seemed to hurt Nick. He started bleeding from his ears and nose. Then you passed out and Craig..." Neil trailed off. Kitty looked towards me and I shrugged.

I bid them goodbye with the promise of letting them know how the conversation with Nova goes and if she is okay when she wakes up. I walk into the kitchen afterwards, with the intention of grabbing a beer from the fridge, when I hear movement. “Nikolai…?” *** Nova I’m running through the darkened halls of North Star Orphanage, and every time I just reach the exit, I get pulled back by silver chains and strung up. What the hell! Did telling Nikolai spring these nightmares on me?! Why is this happening?!

The surroundings are dark for Ady, but that is clear in my eyes. I quickly got up, and in an instant, I could put him on his bed inside the room. I felt pain in my neck. A piece of broken glass went through my skin when I held it. I immediately pulled it and looked at the broken bottle. I put it beside the candle and rubbed my neck. It will heal in time. I turned to Ady to find out what was going on, but I saw a broken piece of glass that she had pulled out of her hand.

I loved staying with Xander and Elias, but it was nice to have my own space, too. Having showered before my training, I changed into a set of pink scrubs, donned my nursing shoes, and then pulled my hair back into a ponytail, ready for work. It was still early yet, so I got out the grimoire of my people that I had hidden on the shelf in my closet. Carefully paging through, I saw there were spells of all kinds, from old spells to make the crops grow better to getting rid of dragons. There was even one to protect the village from the Abominable Snowman. I sighed, guessing that some of the legends had some basis in truth.

Luckily by morning my wrist had healed and was back to normal. “You know what? If you want to starve fine!” Emma snapped crossing her arms. “Don't come whining to me about it.” She sniffed turning to the window watching the pine trees sway in the wind, the tiny needles fluttered past the window as snow fell lightly. “You do know that I’m older than you right?” I pointed out holding in a laugh. “Val you won't even tell me what happened at dinner.” She drew in a deep breath to calm herself. The flowerpot on the table suddenly burst to life with a huge hydrangea, its blossoming flowers overflowing the tiny container.

The flowers, with no return address, she put in a trash bin. Allan was quiet on the fifth day, and on the sixth day after he resurfaced in her life, at around an hour before midnight, Layla and her family were awakened by the shattering of a glass window. When they went out of their rooms to investigate, they saw a living-room window shattered and heard someone outside their house screaming at the top of his lungs. It wasn’t a scream for help—it was an angry scream directed at their house, or specifically directed at them who lived in the house.

“Hahaha, hehehe…” Sitting in between her parents, Aino laughed until she could not control herself anymore and almost fell to the ground. The sound of their laughter rudely awakened Nigel, who was resting in the adjoining hospital ward. The pure white ceiling entered his eyes the moment he opened them. He turned to look at his surroundings, and it was filled with the same pure, clinical white. He then dropped his eyes down and saw the bedcovers. They were also in that same clinical white. A bad feeling engulfed his chest. At that moment, Nigel felt as if he had even stopped breathing.

"I wish there was another way to end this but the future of our humanity is in your hand. You must remember that." ~*~ When I reached the hospital wing again, it was already late at night. There were several hunters guarding the hallway. White curtains hung around the room to provide the place some sort of solitude. The coppery scent and the smell of medicines were strong in the still night air. An older sophisticated nurse and two tough-looking female hunters greeted me. I was ushered into the inner chamber, where I was told Anastasia had been kept.

The floor rose up, darkness crashing over her. When she opened her eyes again, the world was too white, too sterile. A beeping machine pulsed steadily at her side. The ceiling above her was hospital-white. “Ma’am, you’re awake.” It was one of the household maids, perched at her bedside. The girl’s eyes were swollen from crying. She held Nita’s hand as though afraid she might vanish. Nita tried to speak, but her throat was raw. She swallowed, forced the words out. “Nick… Where is Nick?”