Nocturne Novels & Stories

"Arthur. Look." Arthur turned, his weapon raised, his eyes instantly tracking the light. Carved into the ancient Roman stone, completely hidden from casual view, was a massive, weathered bas-relief. It wasn't a Christian cross or a pagan deity. It was a black crescent moon, embracing a broken crown. The insignia of the Ordo Noctis. But it was what lay directly beneath the insignia that turned the blood in their veins to ice. Carved in fading, archaic Latin script were two names, side by side, dated over two decades ago.

“I know.” “What’s the name of this piece?” “‘Les Adieux’ by Beethoven.” Beautiful, I thought. “Can you do another one?” “How about this one? I’m sure you’ll have heard it before.” Kat gracefully turned back to the piano, and her fingers effortlessly danced over the board, bringing the melody to life. The air sounded mysterious, and I immediately recognized it from movies I had watched before. It was a haunting piece that seemed to evoke a sense of longing and nostalgia in me. I slowly rocked my body to the tempo, feeling each note as if it were a part of me.

She was told, her whole life, that she was broken. A wolf who couldn't shift. A healer's helper with no voice of her own. Aurelia Vane learned to stay quiet, take up little space, never hope for more. Then the Lycan King rejects her in front of his entire court. Draeven Thorne never makes mistakes. But when his wolf claims the quiet healer as his fated mate, he panics — and humiliates her in front of every pack, calling her protection. The rejection doesn't break the bond. Instead, a black mark blooms beneath her collarbone. Her wolf wakes up for the first time. And Council leader Malric Drake goes still — because he knows exactly who she is: the last of the Noctari, a bloodline he perso

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

Then, the dark red-haired man with the color of ruby ​​eyes called out to Azura and greeted the two of them. "Azura! How are you?" Azura turned to the dark red-haired man and glared at him, “I told you not to call me Azura, while on duty! You know that right, Noah Ranvold!” "Huh?" Noah looked that disappointed, he put his hand on Azura's shoulder and put his arm around him. "Don't be so hard on me! You're too picky, it's Lux's turn to call you Azura. You allow her." Noah's face became pitiful as he looked at Azura.

She got up in a rush from their king-size bed and looked at the time. The time was 1: 00 am. “Today is the 2nd day of July 2019. Game on, Brother. Game on, F-ing Moon goddess!.” “Why are you speaking to yourself, my beautiful vixen?”. Salvatore inquired, yawning and putting his curling midnight hair in place. Velda stood by their large window staring outside at the full moon, she felt the moon mocking her. A single tear fell from her eyes. Salvatore rushed over to her, hugging her from behind. He kissed her red hair, adjusted her luscious hair from the nape of her neck, breathed on it, and gave her light kisses on the neck to the collar bone.

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.

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.

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?