Nocturne Novels & Stories

The black lingerie that was originally in the closet, I took after cleaning the body in the bathroom. The smell of soap residue so thick, a mixture of sandalwood and rose flowers so attached. Both my eyes looked at the lingerie in front of me; then I decided to wear it exactly at 21:00. I don't intend to leave the room after this anyway because the day has been full of activities, and tonight, I intend to go to bed early. Yes, all the lingerie fit me well. But the black color looks better and makes my skin look even fairer. I quickly put on the thigh-length outfit.

Moonlight spilled through the windows. Exhaustion weighed heavily upon her. Yet sleep refused to come. Too much had happened. Too many emotions. Too many questions. She walked onto the balcony. The city stretched below. Thousands of lights illuminated the darkness. A beautiful sight. For the first time, Castle Nocturne felt slightly less frightening. Still dangerous. Still strange. But not entirely terrible. A cool breeze brushed against her face. Then movement caught her eye. Far below. On another balcony. Lucien stood alone.

Par la lune et par la Nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie … (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la Nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie … (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la Nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie… (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la Nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie… (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la Nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie… (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die)

The bell above the door of Nocturnal Blooms chimed, a soft, silver sound that was always followed by her scent. Valtor looked up from the stark black petals of a Mourning Glory, his undead heart giving a single, hard thump in his chest. Rivenna.

Since the new drug from Nocturne was undetectable, she decided to try it on Fiona. … ​​Outside the window, the moon sank as the sun rose, and the sky gradually lightened. Aria slept unusually late this time, not even stirring when Fiona came to call her for breakfast.

Liora demanded, her voice quivering. The figure's lips curled into a sinister smirk. "You may call me Nocturna. And dear guardians, you're too late." She held up an obsidian mirror, its surface rippling like liquid, revealing distorted visions of Meranthia's landscapes being engulfed in darkness and chaos.

‘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 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.

The light illuminated the space, full of old objects and stacked boxes. As she walked, a loose floorboard creaked beneath her feet. She bent down to see what it was and, with some effort, lifted the board. She found an old book, covered in dust, with a leather cover filled with drawings of supernatural creatures. Scarlett’s heart began to race; something about the book drew her in, as if it held secrets waiting to be discovered.

The incantation to muffle the sights and sounds around us does little good to stop the banshee’s screams. I grab his hands and chant with him. “Clausus sonare. Angustos lux. Hoc aspectu in domum custodire ab omni malo. Clausus sonare. Angustos lux. Hoc aspectu in domum custodire ab omni malo.”