Nocturne Book Novels & Stories

The club pulsed with low music, velvet drapes swallowing the city’s chaos behind the soundproofed walls. This wasn’t one of Massimo’s public venues, no, this was something more private, more indulgent. Only a select few knew about Nocturne, the dark heart of his empire, nestled above the rooftops of Rome, where night fell thick and slow like honey, and tonight, it belonged to them.

“It’s the middle of the day.” My eyes shot to the clock. It was 12:00 pm. I had slept for 10 hours. How would I have been so oblivious. Had he stayed with me the entire time? “I’ll get the blood. Just wait for me. I mean, not like you really have a choice.” He laughed at himself as he moved towards the door. I grabbed a book from the nightstand and launched it at him as hard as I could, but he dodged it making him laugh even harder before he quickly shut the door behind him.

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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.

- In the cemetery. I frantically tried to dig out the tombstone with my hands. My fingers were covered in blood and bent at weird angles. Suddenly, there was a loud explosion. Rocks and debris flew everywhere. My mother's tombstone shattered into pieces. The urn buried deep underground also exploded. Watching the ashes flying everywhere, my heart died. Then, a sudden wave of heat hit me, and darkness engulfed my vision... - Cade didn't stay to eat Summer's birthday cake. Instead, he went to the cemetery with a bouquet of flowers. The moment he stepped into the cemetery, his eyes widened!

I stood beside her, captivated by her unwavering resolve, feeling the tendrils of curiosity tightening their grip on my own consciousness. Time stretched, each passing moment amplifying the tension in the air. And then, as if guided by an invisible force, Lucy's hand halted, trembling in anticipation. Her fingertips trembled above a weathered tome, tucked away amidst its companions on a lower shelf. With cautious reverence, she grasped the aged book, her touch gentle yet purposeful. The cover, bearing the weight of time, whispered secrets in faded ink: "Moonlight's Veil: The Tragedy of the Lycan Lord." The words etched in the worn leather sent a shiver down my spine, a mixture of foreboding

___ Selene’s POV The dim candlelight flickered against the old parchment as Selene traced her fingers over the delicate pages of the book Ronan’s mother had given her. The scent of aged paper filled the air, mingling with the subtle hint of burning wax. She had spent hours pouring over the text, meticulously taking notes on anything that seemed remotely useful. The book contained knowledge lost to time, secrets about the origins of their kind, forgotten magic, and hidden weaknesses that could turn the tide of war.

Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.

Some books had a symbol depicting the name. A strange thought crept into his chest. As he set his thoughts on vacating into motion, a book caught his attention. It had both a name and an author's name. At least it appeared better than the others. He made his way out and closed the door after picking up the book. The wind emerged absent all of a sudden. The cold shivers that steered through his spine each night after locking the bookstore were also mislaid. Roman felt a twinge in his upper arm as he sauntered further into a cemetery. He could hear downward incantations, muffled whines, and snarling insects. The torchlight squeezed around his fingers shone steadily across the footpath.

Noel went to the table, facing his back to the big orb. "Let's see..." He put the note on the table. Then, with both hands on the table, he stood straight and closed his eyes while he imagined the look of the book he was searching for. "Lore of Elm." His thought sounded. The books on the shelves behind him began to shuffle on themselves and the orb color turned slightly violet. After a few moments, a few books floated onto the table beside where Noel was standing. He scanned through the books one by one. Then, he spotted a book with a red cover and black words written on them. The title on it was...