Novelas y relatos de Nocturne

It was a cozy quiet room and it smelled like old books. Lyle walked straight to the desk and pulled the desk chair out. Amaris could see the desk in front of her was a carved ornate piece, that was most likely very old. It too, like many of the things that she had seen in this place, had scenes depicting trees and woods and wolves on mountain tops. While Lyle was doing something at the back of the desk, Amaris took the time to look at the carving in the center of the front of the desk. It was a wolf who appeared to be glowing on a mountain top under a very large full moon. Further down the piece, there was a wolf clearly injured at the glowing wolf’s feet and below that there were men and wo

As Hae Mina sat in the windowsill, the moon's gentle beams rested on her face, and although they held no warmth, they comforted Hae Mina. The chaos of the day swirled in her mind, but soon, a piano's soft melody pulled her from her inner thoughts. At first, she thought she was imagining the sound, but as it continued she realized someone was playing the piano. She slid from the sill and ventured into the hall. She paused at the steps then tiptoed down them. She made it to the bottom and found herself closer to the fading sound. She hurried down the dark halls lit by small dim lights.

"Seriously." "Yeah," she went silent for a second. "Turn the lights off when you're about to sleep." I watched her disappear into her room once more. Then I went and plopped down in the couch. Minutes passed with me just staring at my reflection on the tv and sighing occasionally. This is dumb. I stood up and started pacing around for no particular reason. And then I almost slammed into the glass door so I realized I might as well go to the balcony. The night breeze was cold against my cheeks. There was a sweet scent wafting in the air, probably the flowers

“Twenty nights,” Kai Lennox murmured against Damien’s lips as they stumbled out of the elevator and into the penthouse at 11:49 p.m. The words felt heavy, almost sacred. Twenty nights of the same addictive rhythm, and yet tonight it felt different deeper, more settled, like the pattern had finally locked into place and refused to be broken.

She wasn’t scared of thunder or dark but the thought she was alone scared her. She took out her phone and decide to listen to some music to calm herself. She plugged in her headphones and clicked on “Can’t take my eyes off You by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons,” moved back on the couch, and relaxed. As the beats began, her body hummed with the song. She began tapping her foot rhythmically to the tune. She closed her eyes, enjoying the music that coursed through her body. She was lost in enjoying the music, she hadn’t realized that Dimitri was standing in front of her and looking at her intently.

Seduction Of The Night Intro: Set in 1781 a Duke and noble lady! Two lovers in denial and inlove unleash their pent up emotions for each other under the moonlight in the garden! He saw her. Sitting on the grass so still she might have been a statue. She was hugging her knees to her chest, gazing up at the night sky with an expression of serenity that would have taken his breath away if he weren’t already so wrecked by fear and fury, and now by relief.

With that he turned his back on me and stalked out of the basement. God damn it Kaydence you are weak. Getting caught because you ran the wrong way. I have been here long enough I should know my way around by now. Damion Night has been my home for four years now and it has been hell since day one. My first night here he lost his temper with me because I wouldn't stop crying.

Somewhere in the dark, a grey-eyed wolf might have answered, thinking the sound was kin. It was not. It was only winter, claiming its own.

He had never considered himself to be the type to like such music. "Nocturne, Op 9, No 2. One of my favourites," Young-Jae nodded slowly letting his head fall onto her shoulder. Minjae leaned her own head against his without thinking much of it and it seemed like every pair in the room was in a world of their own. Maybe it was just the Melancholic music or perhaps it was the pitter-patter of rain against the stained glasses of the ballroom. "It's raining," he whispered closing his eyes for a second. She hummed and closed her own eyes.