Story Lullaby Novels & Stories

“Yeah, actually. He used to hum this old song—Russian, I think. It was something he picked up when he was traveling. It wasn’t a full lullaby, but it had this rhythm to it... like a little tune he’d hum to calm me down when things got too intense at home.” “What was it? Do you remember any of the words?” Her eyes narrow as she tries to recall. “Not really… just bits and pieces. Something about... stars? And the moon? I was little. I never really paid attention to the words, just the sound of it.” I lean in closer. “Do you think it could be connected to what people are after?” She looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “A lullaby? How would that have anything to do with this?”

No sparkle. Just me. And a wolf inside me that is slowly remembering how to exist. Before we leave, I take Melody’s drops, two under my tongue. Cool. Clean. My senses settle without dimming. “Lanterns,” Tessa whispers as we head down the stairs, practically bouncing. “I bet it’s beautiful.” Briar mutters, “Beautiful traps are still traps.” She’s not wrong. The lantern gardens are… stunning. I hate that they are.

I lull to sleep with the crackling of fire tranquillizing me. His soothing hums brings waves of happiness to me as he combs his strong fingers through my dark; curly; locks of hair. His lulls vibrate through his muscular chest as I trace patterns on his built chest. I smile, this moment I wish could last forever. His lulls are his stories, the ones he would tell. Purely to make me smile.

It’s been a very busy and exciting day for everyone now they are worn out. We do our normal routine of bedtime baths and lotion and end it with a lullaby that Shelly sings. Her voice is truly amazing. She could be a singer but she doesn’t feel comfortable enough doing so, which I understand. Her voice is calm and serene, each note carefully woven with love and tenderness. The melody floats on the air, a gentle symphony that seems to calm the very walls of the room. **"Hush, Little Baby"** Hush, little baby, don't say a word,

Lullaby and good night, With pink roses bedight, With lilies o'er spread Is my baby's sweet head. Lay thee down now and rest, May thy slumber be blessed. Lay thee down now and rest, May thy slumber be blessed. Lullaby and good night, You're your mother's delight, Shining angels beside My darling abide. Soft and warm is your bed, Close your eyes and rest your head. Soft and warm is your bed, Close your eyes and rest your head.

To look at her and see every fight we won, the betrayal that could have ended me, the contract that saved me, the almost-leaving that proved love could be real. She’s the answer to all of it. The proof that pain doesn’t win. That love always does. And I’ll count her breaths every night if I have to. I’ll count her smiles. I’ll count the days until she says her first word. Because she’s brought light to my life He starts humming. Soft. Low. The same Russian lullaby he sang in the OR. “Bayu-bayu, bayushki-bayu…” His voice is rough, still cracked from crying but steady. Soothing. The melody wraps around us like a warm blanket, filling the small room with something ancient and tender.

I didn’t say anything more for the rest of the car ride. When we started to leave the main northern area, it felt like something had changed. She started humming. Very faintly. Under her breath. Just a soft, rhythmic sound that I might’ve ignored, if it weren’t so damn familiar. That tune. That lullaby. It hit me like a blade to the ribs. Lira used to hum that song. The night we first slept together. The night she cried in my arms. That damn lullaby. She told me once that her mother used to sing it when the thunder got too loud. She used to say it reminded her of safety.

--- Part I – Rowan Before the Council The chamber in Venara had never been so still. Every Councilor sat silently as Rowan stood alone at the center, palms trembling over the rostrum. On a stand beside him, Miri’s parchment bore the full transcription of the lullaby, now known across three villages. But Rowan didn’t begin with words. He began with humming—low and uncertain, the same melody his mother once sang on nights filled with smoke. It rippled out like a pebble cast in water. Avena closed her eyes. Brynn exhaled. Tarek leaned forward.

I hope you'll enjoy it... __________________________________________________________________________ " Mama, tell me a story," said a little girl in her baby voice. She hurriedly climbed on the bed and slipped under the cover. "I was waiting for you to say that" Her mother sighed and sat in bed next to her. "Which one would you like to hear today, Luna." She asked even though she already knew which one Luna wanted to hear. "The one where Moon Goddess punishes werewolves," said Luna, the excitement was clear in her voice. She knew this story by heart but still, she wanted to hear it every single night.

"Don't make a scene! Everyone here is part of the elite circle. If you storm out like this and the Gallagher family hears about it, they'll be even more against us." Against them? What was there to be against? Hadn't he already married Rebecca? Then, the cheerful tune of "Happy Birthday" filled the room. Evelyn forced a faint smile, but she stood there like a lifeless statue, her expression void of joy. Then, out of nowhere, someone picked up the puppy and shoved it into her arms. A shiver ran down her spine, and goosebumps broke out across her skin. Halfway through the song, the restless puppy wriggled free and jumped down.