Nocturne Novels & Stories

The gate reverses direction immediately as soon as my hand touches the access panel. My feet pound the packed earth beneath me as I hit a comfortable stride, following a trail I know instinctively leads to the homestead. The night noises are familiar, even relaxing— crickets, the rustle of leaves as nocturnal animals move about, the quiet call of an owl. Only the Luna lilies, the ruffled edges of their petals lit with a muted photoluminescence, seem to notice my presence, pulsing brighter as I approach and pass.

Instead, what caught my attention when I was finally able to gain control of my body was a single long-stemmed rose placed on top of the small glass coffee table near the window. I recognized the variety, the voluminous petals, that ombré beautifully from soft peach to warm apricot. A Juliet rose. Setting down my phone, I gingerly climbed off the bed. Earlier the nurses removed all the tubes connected to my body so I can now move freely without the fear of getting tangled with my IVs. The tiled floor was cold against my bare feet, but they did only little to affect me as I padded my way toward the table. The rose was still fresh and had the slightest scent of tea and a peachy fragrance. A sm

From its depths, an ancient artifact began to rise — a harp, its strings seemingly made of pure starlight. Ezra, recognizing its significance, whispered, "The Celestial Harp. Legends spoke of it, but I thought it was just a myth." Isolde, entranced by its ethereal beauty, approached slowly. "They say its melodies can bridge realms, even mend tears in the fabric of reality." As she reached out to touch it, a haunting melody filled the air, a song of sorrow and hope intertwined. The very ground trembled, and the skies above darkened ominously. From the shadows, silhouetted figures began to emerge, their eyes glowing with an eerie light.

I sat down crying. - I survived. The prince saved me and the guards hunted down and killed all the nocturnal. - Nocturnal? Is that what they call vampires? - No. – she swallows hard – nocturnal are vampires, but different. - Why are you mincing words? What are nocturnes?

Chapter 14: Music, Light, And Dragons Shape A Gentle Morning The last notes of the evening’s piano playlist faded sometime after midnight, replaced by the faint hum of the climate system and the occasional creak of the old manor settling into its own kind of sleep. In the nursery, the smart nightlight shifted into its dimmest mode, casting a warm amber halo on the wall in slow pulses, syncing to Eva’s breathing pattern the way it always did when she slept soundly.

(Nerina’s P.O.V) I don’t remember falling asleep, but apparently, I did and not only that, but I slept the entire day. How do I know? Well, I woke up to the sun beginning to shine through the curtains and when I looked at the alarm clock on the night stand it said that it was 6:30 in the morning. When Selene sent us back to the villa it was, you guessed it, 6:30 in the morning. I groan as I stretch, my pussy sore from the pounding she took yesterday. She’s such a hussy for John, literally can’t be within a foot of him and she’s dripping wet and begging for his cock.

Christian raises his nose into the air and a second later the sound of his howl fills the night, cuts through the night sounds and echo's over the snow. I sit up, my heart beating with want to add my over voice. I raise my nose and howl at the starry sky, adding my voice into the night. Mikki's howl rises into the night, dragging out in a sorrowful tone. Tori's howl arises into the night, high and loud and soon Ash and Ally were singing alone. I lower my nose to breath and spot Carson making her way outside, smiling as she hears us croon into the shadow world. I raise my nose again, unable to stop myself if I wanted too. The need to howl burns through me, only dowsed when I am crying to the

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) Too exhausted, I was that I fell into a deep sleep, not caring about what will happen to me anymore.

I sat with that for a while and did not rush the conclusion. A cigarette. The small ritual of it, the amber light of the ember in the dark of the room, the particular quality of thinking that came with something occupying the hands and leaving the mind to move. The grounds outside the window had gone fully dark, the late autumn dark that had weight to it, pressing against the glass. The compound was at its quietest. The second watch change had come and gone and the rotation had settled and the night had reached the hour when even the most alert among us began to trust the silence. She had not moved.

Justin remained staring out at the blackened sky from the window. He hadn't spoken to me for some time seemingly content to stand in silence. Emma left for her shift a while ago to prepare breakfast for the morning meal. She wouldn't be back for some time. The stars flickered through the curtains dotting the ceiling in starlight. The snow capped mountains beyond stood proud and ominously against the star flecked sky. “Goodnight Val.” Justin eventually murmured heading for the door.