Nocturne Book Novels & Stories

As was the section on "Strategic Alliances: Knowing Who to Trust and Who to Watch." Finally, I glanced at the antique clock on the desk and realized with a start that nearly an hour had passed. I needed to get ready. I closed the book carefully and returned it to its place on the shelf. As I turned to leave, my eyes caught on another book, this one was slim and bound in white leather: "The Luna's Gift: Understanding Your True Power." I pulled it from the shelf, but when I opened it, the pages were blank. Completely blank, as if the book had never been written in or the ink had somehow faded entirely.

My name was Adriana Browne, and I worked as a private piano tutor who would travel to students' homes. I was also a woman in my 30s, navigating the complexities of life and desire. My husband, Trevor Chambers, was great in bed. Even so, his age was starting to catch up with his stamina. He could no longer satisfy me the way he used to, and there was a quiet emptiness and longing that lingered in me. At first, the need only crept up on me at night. However, I gradually craved being intimate even during the day.

‘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.”

"I can only see it and make a calculated guess. Soul wounds are rare. They are powerful. But there are many reasons why one could have a wound on their soul, and I do not know yours." The disappointment hit harder than I expected. I'd been hoping for answers. Real answers. Not more questions. "Okay." I managed to keep my voice steady. "Thank you." I turned to leave, then stopped. "Can I borrow a book? For the holidays?" Cornelius flew in a small circle, clearly pleased by the change in topic. "Yes." "I want the strongest books Nocturne has on spell casting. And anything remotely about spellweavers." The gargoyle took off, wings beating the air as he zipped through the stacks. I watched him d

The fury she felt slipped away slowly when those ocean blue eyes melted into her. "What book are you reading?" She asked softly. Kitanna tried to wipe her ear with her hands. She wondered if she missed anything between the scolding and the gentleness. Dante gulped, nodding repeatedly. Almira chuckled, "your head will fall off if you keeping nodding like that. You've not answered my question, anyway." Dante's mind went blank the minute she smiled. He couldn't even remember the name of the book he was reading. Something he swore to remember forever after turning the first few pages.

The name tasted of ash and forgotten ghosts, of a past that refused to stay dead. She turned back to Lucian, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. “What exactly are we looking for?” Lucian’s gaze darkened. “A book.” Vesper stiffened beside her. “A book?” he repeated, suspicion laced in his tone. “You want to drag us into cursed ruins for a book?” Lucian’s smirk returned, but this time there was no humor in it. “Not just any book. The Codex Noctis.” Elara inhaled sharply. Even Vesper’s expression shifted, his features taut with unease.

Then I crossed the room to the large bookshelf and slid out one of my favorite old tomes—The Moon’s Cycle Through Time—a book I’d once read three times in a single week. I tucked the parchment carefully inside, somewhere between chapter eight and nine, and slid the book back into its place. My hands rested against the wood for a moment. I closed my eyes. Took a breath. Then I unlocked the door and quietly walked back down the hall. Shaun’s room was warmer than it had been earlier. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, and the room held a golden hue from the shifting morning light. I tiptoed closer and leaned down to check on him.

I muttered as I ran toward my chambers, driven by a strange pull, a gut feeling that something was there waiting for me. In my room, I scanned my surroundings, something drawing me to a concealed compartment behind my bookshelf. I opened it, finding a small, worn book—a diary. My heart sank as I opened it, the words inside telling a dark, familiar story. This wasn’t just any diary; this was Luna Nora’s collection of secrets, a meticulous record of every vile act, every betrayal. The curses, the deaths, the machinations that had torn my family apart—it was all here.

I am better than the Kinduri. Without fear, I march straight up to that darkness. I gather Neron around me. I let it fill me, fill me right to the brim. It’s coursing through me, beating with the steadiness of a drum. I hold my hands up. They’re alight with Neron. And I plunge my hands into the heart of the darkness. Screams. Mine. Valen’s. Screams of a thousand Kinduri. Screams of Cyrillius. I’m overcome with noise and madness. Like sound is pummeling me and will leave me a bloodied, broken mess on the ground.

Wala naman akong planong mag-cutting, 'no! Nasa kalagitnaan ako ng pagtulog nang may marinig akong kakaiba. Kunot-noo kong nilingon kung saan nanggagaling ang tunog na 'yun at napansin kong nandoon 'yun sa likod ng isang bookshelf.