Nocturne Novels & Stories

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)

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.”

It was remarkable, and I hadn't even realised that I could ever miss the rain as much as I did now. Crazily, some settlers had awoken from their slumber like night creatures in order to jubilate. More continued to join Lade and I in abusing the sacred stillness of night and soon after, like people trapped in euphoria, we began playing in the rain, buzzing with unquenchable glee. I let loose, deciding to permit myself to be happy for at least some moments, even despite the weight of his stare that burned through me. I had only looked back once, trying to catch those trespassing eyes red handed but in the end, I was met with his retreating back...

I had not known he meant to take her for himself. Then the memory fades and I am bereft. After a while I realise the lights don't move. My eyes adjust to the outlines of buildings with windows and doors--living places I realise--rendered shades of charcoal in the cloudy night. The noises and smells fade as my senses tire of trying to identify them. Vi is silent though. Vi? I mindlink, All okay? There is a long silence and I'm beginning to worry when Vi finally gets back to me with one word.

Thinking deeply about what he should sing for Natasha to learn that Morbius was on her side. He looked over the bed and sternly looked at Natasha who was still having a hard time controlling the swings of her emotions whenever stormy weather was present. He sighed as his worry turned soft and his mouth began to sing a song that he thought was long forgotten that he had in him. "Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defences..." Morbius started by singing a song from the soundtrack of The Phantom of the Opera named The Music of the Night.