Nightingale Stories Novels & Stories

"Bed time story!!" shouted Hans while holding a picture book that has a green dragon and a white bird on the cover. The title said: The Scale and The Feather. "Yes! Bedtime story!" shouted Ina. "Bedtime stowreeey~!!" the others sang excitedly. The Matron chuckled and took the book from Hans' hands. "Ventusien tonight? You must be loving this story so much, don't you Hans?" The Matron kindly said.

until it is in front of the crack that illuminated the room.She comes closer and peers outside.There are many things that she saw for the first time, the trees, the flowers, the animals, the insects, the sun, and the wind.Amazed, the fairy flies over the surrounding forest.Going higher she flies over a hill and even higher she finds herself on a mountain.The fresh air, the noises, the humidity, all those things made her happy.Then, a butterfly is caught in a dragonfly's boat, which then flutters its elongated wings in front of the fairy, the fairy follows.A beautiful bird also approaches the fairy and, ignoring it, goes to the dragonfly and devours it in one peck.The fairy begins then, foll

‘Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping, I my loved ones' watch am keeping, All through the night.’ Listening to the soft, loving voice, Nox finally stopped fighting his tiredness. “Goodnight, my love.”

"Did you know that dullahans have literal nightmares as steeds? As in the levitating spectral demon horses usually only commanded by the King of Dreams?" I stood up, making a shot for the garbage can with my cup. It bounced off the rim and scared a stray tabby cat. Well if that wasn't a metaphor for this conversation, I don't know what was. "Because I sure as hell didn't when I'd asked him to take me home!" Fun fact: Nightmares are actually very sweet once you get past the teeth. Not so fun fact: They like sudden drops when flying. "Promise. Details," Noelle threatened with a current of magenta magic sparking at her fingers. "Now!"

I thought the girls were asleep and made to put the book down, but then Grace’s hand was on my arm. “Don’t end there, Mommy. It’s too sad there.” I kissed her nose. “Then there sounded from the window, suddenly, the most lovely song. It was the little live Nightingale, that sat outside on a spray. It had heard of the Emperor’s sad plight and had come to sing to him of comfort and hope. And as it sung the specters grew paler and paler; the blood ran quicker and more quickly through the Emperor’s weak limbs, and even Death listened, and said, ‘Go on, little Nightingale, go on!’

He still looked like an elite, but just too disheveled and ridiculous. Lena gently coaxed Nala and caressed her head, trying to recall the story of Little Red Riding Hood from her childhood memories. She stumbled through the tale, making some mistakes, but Nala snuggled close and listened carefully. The nurse skillfully administered Nala's butterfly needle and started her on the drip. The once-chaotic hospital ward had now returned to a calm and peaceful state. A while later, Nala fell asleep in Lena's embrace. After making sure Nala was truly asleep, Lena put her down carefully and tucked her in before leaving the room with Elijah.

“Yes! You can do the boring things, like finding hostels, planning meals, and above all getting directions.” Morozko buttoned his black messenger jacket. “And I imagine you'll do the heroic things, like rescue tsarevnas from Zmei Gorynych the three-headed dragon of Russian fairytales and slay Nightingale the Robber, famous bandit of the wild woods whose whistling can kill a whole flock of geese?” “Nightingale is still around? I thought my favorite boyar knight Ilya Muromets killed him centuries ago!”

I counted data points. Day nineteen of the current assignment. Three vampire sightings in the northern corridor, all within a twelve-mile stretch of territory that should have been neutral ground under the terms of the treaty. Two of those sightings within the last week alone. Movement patterns consistent with scouting, not feeding. They weren't looking for something to eat. They were measuring something. The difference mattered. A feeding was opportunistic, random, manageable. Measuring implied intent. Measuring implied a question being asked repeatedly until the answer was clear enough to act on.

The bedtime story ritual had evolved over the years, but their daughter’s fascination with her parents’ love story never seemed to fade. “Once upon a time, there was a nurse who worked very hard to help sick people get better.” “That’s you, Mama.” “That’s me. And one night, a very hurt man came to her hospital, and she had to work extra hard to save his life.” “That’s Daddy.” “That’s Daddy. And even though she didn’t know anything about him except that he needed help, she refused to give up on him.” Devera pulled her blanket up to her chin, her blue eyes bright with attention despite the late hour.

With that he turned his back on me and stalked out of the basement. God damn it Kaydence you are weak. Getting caught because you ran the wrong way. I have been here long enough I should know my way around by now. Damion Night has been my home for four years now and it has been hell since day one. My first night here he lost his temper with me because I wouldn't stop crying.