Nocturne Novels & Stories

My name was Adriana Browne, and I worked as a private piano tutor who would travel to students' homes. I was also a woman in my 30s, navigating the complexities of life and desire. My husband, Trevor Chambers, was great in bed. Even so, his age was starting to catch up with his stamina. He could no longer satisfy me the way he used to, and there was a quiet emptiness and longing that lingered in me. At first, the need only crept up on me at night. However, I gradually craved being intimate even during the day.

|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•| I might have forgotten just how breathtaking the neighbourhoods in Nocturneville could look in the evening. To be quite frank, if you wanted to bask in the allure and sheer beauty of the streets, evening, during sunset, couldn't have been more of a better choice.

This time, as Williams spoke, he laughed slightly, adding humor to his tone, clearly mocking Adrian. “They call it Noctivane—the Black Breath of Life. Looks like ink trapped inside a vial—silent and dangerous—but it’s no poison. One touch of it, just a drop through the veins, and every storm in the chest goes still. The harshest cough, the deepest wheeze—it all bows to its calm. Then comes the rush… strength returning like sunrise after a long night.

Where no god would hunt them. I kissed his brow and told him I would protect that dream. But I lied. Because I knew then what I would one day do. I would unmake that dream. Tonight, I descend. Not as Lunar, the serene moonlight. Not as the pale-eyed virgin of the heavens. No. Tonight, I am Lunae Nocturna. The pale crown of judgment. The scythe of silence. My veil turns black. My silver tears are warpaint. My fingers trace runes of extinction across the air as I walk the shattered veil between realms.

"I already have an idea. The cover has to be black and white. To capture that deep, melancholic vibe." "Really?" A light sparked in Kael's eyes. "Of course. And I think we need a good name," I mused. "What should we call it…" "How about Song of Shadows?" Lily suggested. "Too literal," I shook my head. "Needs more poetry." We discussed it for a long time and finally decided on Nocturne Concerto. "We can start designing tonight," I announced. "Good thing I brought my tablet." "Here?" Kael asked, surprised. "In my room?"

@@@SWEET+SAVAGE@@@ ####NIGHT OF THE LOVE-COMET#### +++THE END++++

“Goodnight, Lune.” Lune woke up in the middle of the night, feeling the emptiness beside her where Arlo usually slept. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the darkness, but when she reached out, her hand only met the cool sheets. A wave of confusion washed over her, and she sat up, glancing around the room. The shadows stretched long across the floor, and the quiet of the night seemed unsettling. “Arlo?” she called softly, her voice barely above a whisper, hoping he was just somewhere nearby.

An internal voice seemed to alert me, making me aware of the existence of something sinister and ominous. I wanted to discuss this with Yadhira, but she was always at work. As I shook my head, I decided to push my thoughts to the depths of my mind. To drown out my thoughts, I turned up the radio and listened to the soft classical melody of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. I felt my heart swell as I listened to the beauty of the music. I was thankful for the peace it brought me and the chance to take a break from my thoughts. After five hours, I finally reached the gates leading to Whimsic Law School. I had printed out my acceptance letter with clear instructions on where my dorm was. As I appro

Siguro dahil sa tindig at postura niya. “I’m on my way, Raven. Shut up! I’m gonna kill you for ruining my sleep, I swear,” dinig kong sabi niya gamit ang baritonong boses. Sa postura pa lang halata namang mayaman. Pero mukhang masama ang ugali. Sino ba namang papatay ng tao dahil naistorbo ang tulog?

I jerk awake suddenly as the chill in the breeze wakes me causing shivers to run through me. I lift my head slowly and realise that it is eerily silent. No insect voices carry on the air, and there isn’t a single sound of battle in the distance. Sadness fills me as I wonder if now all my friends are gone, because again I have abandoned them. I’d been able to see the light through the darkness but it hadn’t been able to stop me from plunging straight into the unknown.