Nocturne Book Novels & Stories

The Book didn’t whisper that night; it screamed through the stillness of the house. Autumn jolted awake at precisely 3:33 a.m., her heart racing as she blinked at the sight before her. The Book pulsed with a ghostly light at the foot of her bed, its pages fluttering violently like trapped birds, despite the windows being securely shut against the autumn chill. The pendant that hung around her neck, an ornate piece of silver filigree, felt uncomfortably cold against her collarbone, as if it were absorbing the warmth from her skin.

So I had to wait until the door hummed and Anton pushed it open before I found out what was waiting for me behind it. What received me was a sterile room with long fluorescent tubes under the ceiling, which spread their cold light over the white, tiled room. On the left there were five large kennels with bulletproof glass fronts, which were separated from the somewhat smaller cage batteries on the other side by a very wide corridor. The cages were empty, but I could hear muffled growls from the kennels. In the center aisle stood a thin man with a stainless steel trolley that was equipped with a large tub. I hadn't seen anything like this for a long time, not since my time at the Beluosus Aca

This would be her last time with him, the last time she would feel his body, the last time she would be able to embrace him, and the last time she would allow herself to love him wholeheartedly. She bit her lower lip; if she hadn't, she would have been bawling by now. The pleasure is terrific, but the anguish and pain are killing her. So she closed her eyes and let him claim her body one last time. *** Channy locked her gaze on Rome's sleeping face. She couldn't stop crying as she glanced at Rome's handsome face. It's already five o'clock in the morning, and her trip to Greece is only a few hours away.

The only noise they could hear was from birds chirping, beasts howling in the forest, and rivers flowing through hard rocks. "Miss Milburn!" They both called in unison when she passed out, her temperature dropping until she remained like an ice rock. When Patrilia and Kelvin had started pacing back and forth through the thick forest, thinking about what to do, a bright light shone above them. They both looked at each other and gasped as strawberry scents touched their noses. They looked around, but they couldn't see anything or anyone. "Hello." One of them called when they heard feet shuffling around them. They couldn't see anyone.

Somehow, despite the world’s chaos, despite the Dead Viles, despite Demoor and the curse that shadowed us, he remained innocent— unaware of the darkness swirling around our lives. I lingered for a moment, brushing his soft hair back from his forehead before retreating from his room… Back in the room, I drifted toward the window and the small extended seat built there, attached. Behind the cushion, hidden away, lay the books I had taken from the palace’s restricted sanctum— the ones Lucien had not noticed. My fingers found the familiar leather-bound spine of the book Lunareeth. As I drew it out, the air seemed to thicken. There was a subtle shift, almost imperceptible, but Dravara, coiled in

The grand library glowed with the soft amber light of floating lanterns and a roaring hearth fire that cast long, dancing shadows across towering shelves. Guests had retired for the evening after another lavish solstice supper, but the manor refused to sleep. Enchanted books rustled faintly on their own, pages turning as if reading scandalous secrets aloud. Elara slipped inside after midnight, telling herself she only wanted a quiet moment with a novel to calm her racing mind. In truth, her body burned.

That was when she noticed an old red binding book on her bedside table. There was a name on it, (Nightwing.) It also had a golden dragon encrusted just below the name. Catori's breathing came out in a rush at that, all sorts of thoughts running through her mind. Did a Dragon leave it here? She took up the book gingerly and examined it. Electric current raced up her arms, causing her to drop the book. The moment it dropped to the floor, it opened to a page on its own. Catori got down on the floor to inspect on the page. It only illustrated an image of a dragon.

A grand chandelier hangs from the high ceiling, casting a warm light. In the center, there are mahogany tables with velvet chairs, perfect for reading. A fireplace with an ornate mantel and a large painting above it adds to the cozy atmosphere. Tall windows with heavy curtains let in natural light, and a plush Persian rug covers the floor. I ran my hands across the shelves, my fingers came to a halt in one specific book. “Midnight Howls.” A famous book by Orin Darkhowl. According to Thalia’s brother Talon.

**Amara's POV** Thursday. Volume two arrived. Not by courier. Adrian had collected it from the bookshop on Walnut Street in the morning before the school run. He had placed it on the bedside table beside volume one. Noah had seen it when he woke up. He had not said anything. He had looked at it. He had looked at the ammonite. He had looked at the two volumes side by side. He had nodded. He had gone to breakfast. At the kitchen table he had said, with the focused efficiency of someone reporting a completed inventory:

I didn’t sleep. Not even for a second. My candle had burned out hours ago, but I didn’t even notice the lack of light. The words on the pages glowed with something deeper, something ominous—fear, revelation. Tenebrium. I must’ve read the word at least a dozen times, hoping it would somehow mean something different. Something less terrifying. It didn’t. I slammed the book shut just as the first light of dawn broke over the tall trees. A part of me hoped I was imagining things—that this was all some celestial vision that hadn’t faded. But the book was still in my hands, heavy and real as the looming threat.