Nocturne Novels & Stories

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.

Knox muttered. He stepped out into the hallway. Lydia’s room was right beside his. The door looked untouched, lights inside dim. He knocked once. No response. Twice. Still silence. “Told you,” Knox whispered. “She’s asleep.” No. Open the door, Kai insisted. “This is crazy…” Open it. Knox twisted the knob and pushed the door open with a quiet creak. The room greeted him with soft pink hues, delicate decor, and a scent that was uniquely Lydia—lavender, warm pine, and something he couldn't quite place.

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

Darkness, sweet and soothing I do not dread your call. Into sleep or into death Into your arms, I'll fall. Within your hold, I feel no pain All the world will slumber deep But I'll beware the lies that never cease And pray for dreams you can keep. Noelle awoke sometime later, finding himself lying on the chaise in one of the offices. The sun seeped through the high window, burning his eyes and highlighting the dust floating aimlessly in the air.

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🌹Damien 🌹 The night was deep and clear, the full moon casting a silver glow over the estate. I found myself on the terrace, away from the stifling formality of the day—a quiet refuge where the noise of duty was replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft chirping of crickets. The cool night air wrapped around me, and for a rare moment, I allowed myself to breathe freely.

The scents mingled together, evoking a sense of mystery and ancient secrets concealed within the veils of darkness. The silence of the night was broken only by the symphony of nocturnal creatures. The hoot of an owl resonated through the trees, its haunting call echoing in the distance. Chittering insects filled the air with their rhythmic chorus, their sounds rising and falling like whispers of the night. My rapid breaths reverberated through the stillness, a reminder of his relentless pursuit.

CHAPTER 142 : HALLS OF MEMORY KAIA'S POV: SONG OF THE CHAPTER : "Clair de Lune" by Claude Debussy (Instrumental) ***~~*** I shouldn’t be here. The thought circles in my mind like a chant, yet my feet continue to move of their own accord.

“If you cannot sleep, count four, hold two, and breathe six. It will bring you back to the room where you remembered you are an instrument and not a machine.” She smiled, the kind that moves only one side of the mouth. “And if I wake thinking of masks and music and hands on ribs?” “Then Night Two did what it came to do,” he said, and closed the door gently. She crossed the ballroom like a person walking inside an invisible tempo. A hand brushed her back in the crowd. A woman laughed behind a fan. The chandeliers sang very softly in their own glass language. On the terrace, the sea worked under the moon with the stubborn intelligence of water that has learned every shore and still is not bore

Mirelle “Oh goodness lord,” My hands trembled as I clutched the summons letter, the black wax seal broken but its weight still crushing me. Nocturne. The name alone sent chills down my spine, a whispered curse in the underbelly of the city where debts were not paid in money but in flesh. I, Mirelle Kane, had borrowed from the wrong people. A desperate loan to save my mother's medical bills, and now the collectors demanded repayment in the most intimate way possible. One night at Nocturne, where I would be auctioned to the highest bidder, my body the currency to settle the score.