Nocturne Book Novels & Stories

“If there were a book three, the title would be Dusk?” “Midnight is a transition, darkness, silence, the feeling of loneliness and loss. Dawn is hope, and if Dawn is as successful as Midnight, then the third book will be Nightfall, but it’s not exactly the time of day. It’s a locale mentioned in the book.” “Okay. No more spoilers, T.S. Prince.” “You’re not mad?” “About you being the author, and making me look like a fool?” He chuckled. “I wanna bite you right now, but it can wait until I come back from the trip.”

Then, through the reflection on the glass, I saw it just for a moment. A small red light blinking in the corner. Someone was watching. I mumbled, “No… not again.” I took a step closer, squinting. The light blinked once. Then it went dark. My pulse raced. Was it Nathaniel trying to reach me or Charles setting another trap? The quiet pressed against my chest until I could barely breathe. I looked down at the note again. The words seemed to whisper back at me, pushing me forward. Tonight. Window. Don’t pause.

(INTO THE LULLABY) “BORN as one, but split by time, twins that should never depart will hold the sun and the other the moon. The starts in between and the life they hold, protected, the ones who should protect, but will be torn by fate and lies. How would their life end up into, from the loop of insanity that’s starting to mark their reality?” With the book that she holds within her hands, the title that is unrecognizable in the present time, and with the words that no one could read, but somehow, she can. The gift from above that she considers her treasure, is asking her for something that’s kept her wondering for a while now, where it rings along with the following words. “Alone at night?

I settle down on the wooden chair and place the cup of coffee on the table beside me. I observe the view as I take small sips of my bitter coffee in the chill night. The view from these same chairs in the bright daylight is spectacular but right now I see nothing but darkness. Lights are lining the driveway but that’s it- no other lights are present. The gargantuan pitch-black canvas that is interrupted by the full moon and a few stars of innumerable sizes bespatter all over the sky. It looks breathtaking. I did not realise how much time had passed; enough time to see the bright moon laggardly getting lower and lower every few minutes. Soon the heavy metal gates parted and in came a car– Aus

As I lay down on the bed, I felt enveloped in warmth and darkness, and soon I was sound asleep. I woke up to the pitch-black darkness of the night. Checking the time, I saw that it was 1:05 am. Walking over to the window, I opened the curtains and gazed out, searching for the stars. The stars were twinkling above me, and a warm breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby trees. It was the kind of night that made you want to explore. And then I saw it - a glowing object in the distance. It was like a beacon, calling out to me. I couldn't resist. I knew I had to investigate.

"It can only be awakened." Theon's face twisted in rage. "What folly is this? Take her." As Theon's guards moved in on Noria, she held up the book. The cover was pale, bone-white, and it glowed with a soft, unearthly light. "This is the Codex of Lunas. The true history of the Omega."

Anton’s hand would find his, their fingers lacing together, a quiet rebellion against the world that wanted to tear them apart. It was a beautiful illusion. The breach came not through the digital backdoor they’d left open, but from the sky, in the dead of night. Sabatine was in the library, unable to sleep, tracing the lines of a first-edition copy of The Thirty-Nine Steps—a darkly ironic choice. Anton had finally succumbed to exhaustion in the master suite upstairs. The estate was in its nocturnal quiet cycle, the only sounds the sigh of the wind and the distant, rhythmic sweep of a security patrol.

“Doubt keeps you alive.” He reached for a book from the nearest shelf and flipped it open. The pages were blank. “Do you know why my library has no dust?” I shook my head. “Because the books breathe,” he said. “They exhale what others forget.” He offered the book to me. The pages shifted—faint outlines forming, fading, forming again. Names, dates, a line of ink that moved like a pulse: Evelyn Blackthorne arrived under a waning moon. I slammed it shut. “You’re writing my story.”

Aurora’s POV The Ways of Deception. That was the name of the book lying open on my lap. The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across my room and the words blurred into a meaningless haze. I sat propped against the headboard, my blonde hair loose and tangled and my silk nightgown clinging to my skin as the penthouse’s silence pressed against me. The book was supposed to distract me, but every sentence seemed to twist the knife deeper. Dammit, everything’s going wrong.

“In their castle beyond night Gather the Gods in Darkness, With darkness to pattern man’s fate. The colors of darkness are no monotonous hue- For the blackness of Evil knows various shades, Full many as Evil has names.” Karl Edward Wagner