Novel & Cerita Nightingale Novel

Ava’s POV Sleep was a stranger that night. I had tossed and turned until the moon itself had traveled halfway across the sky, the glow through my curtains mocking my exhaustion. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, as though aware of my turmoil but refusing to share its calm with me. Every breath in the dark felt stifling, every thought circling back to Diego, to Sage, to the chains of my family’s expectations. I finally pushed the covers off with a sigh and padded to my balcony doors. The air outside was cool and heavy with the faint scent of rain. The courtyard below looked peaceful, but peace was the last thing inside me.

He stood on the balcony in the cold wind all night. When he returned to the bedroom, he found that my mother had jumped out of the window. That night, it poured. The rain washed away the blood from my mother's corpse. Cade rushed over and held me tight, letting me punch him repeatedly. He kept saying, "It's okay, it's okay…" But he chose Summer as his new fling. As Mrs. Finley, what dignity do I have left? That night, Cade did not come home. The trending topic I arranged was buried deep by him.

It was the aura of a flawless container, meticulously crafted to hold… something else. But his other senses were screaming. Beneath the overpowering scent of industrial-grade disinfectant and expensive floral arrangements, he could smell it. The faint, cold, dusty scent of the Gravedigger. It was strongest not in the main building, but emanating from a separate, heavily guarded wing to the east, a beautiful but sterile-looking building labeled ‘The Nightingale Villa’.

I sat with that for a while and did not rush the conclusion. A cigarette. The small ritual of it, the amber light of the ember in the dark of the room, the particular quality of thinking that came with something occupying the hands and leaving the mind to move. The grounds outside the window had gone fully dark, the late autumn dark that had weight to it, pressing against the glass. The compound was at its quietest. The second watch change had come and gone and the rotation had settled and the night had reached the hour when even the most alert among us began to trust the silence. She had not moved.

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?!

She leans towards the door trying to hear the noises coming from downstairs; "Huh..." Rania gasped when she heard the sound of four gunshots reverberates in the air and then a painful scream filled the air. She covered her mouth with her both hands and closed her eyes while tears rolled down on her cheeks. She kept on praying and hoping that her Mama and Papa will be safe, she kept on repeating her prayers for so long until she lost her conscious and darkness hovered her but she was still mumbling the words; "Please stay safe, please...

They were closed, Her facial expressions soft. “Hm” she hummed, and I smiled. She was awake but barely. “You fell asleep” I informed her praying to the moon goddess that she didn’t run from me. that she didn’t try to fight me just for a few moments at least. Nina’s pov- “Sorry” I apologised my voice low and sleepy as I rolled onto my side to face him, it was surreal I felt warm yet at the same time I could feel the goosebumps of the chill in the air.

He decided calling for help will be the best solution cuz he didn't want to pee on himself. He picked up the phone Mark had left beside his bed and pressed the speed dial number. A few moments later a knock came and the door opened he expected to see either Mark or Dan but it was the beautiful nurse that came in instead. Yeah, she was a beauty. He couldn't deny that the more he saw of her the more she became beautiful in his eyes She had long flowing hair which had been previously hidden in ponytails but right now it was left down making her even more pretty. He hadn't gotten the time to properly assess her full beauty but the little he had allowed himself to he was amazed.

At the same time, the fastest running disciple had successfully sent out an SOS signal. Whoosh— The signal flew up and burst brightly, dying the skies red with a loud bang. Everyone within ten miles was alerted. The most unlucky person had to be Nightingale, though. Having been hiding midair, she had recorded the entire incident. Now shot down by the signal, she landed onto the ground, hard, face flat like a toad.

The answers she was looking for wouldn’t be found in a hospital bed, and the feeling that she shouldn’t be there was growing with each passing second. “Let’s go.” Her legs had become weak after days lying on a bed, and she stumbled when she stood up. Nash grabbed her elbow and helped her walk. “Hey! Where do you think you are going?!” The nurse from before asked when they were out in the corridor, going in the opposite direction from her. They started to run stairs until they reached a locked door, and then Ayla stretched her arm forwards, a bright glow coming out of her hand as something like a door appeared from thin air.