Synopsis Of The Book The Nightingale の小説・ストーリー

It had continued snowing as the little town was now covered with snow, making it look like a ghost town as the little town's men and women had retired to bed early. Hearing the cracking of the wood again, she stood up and made her way to the fireplace. Her room was barely large enough to hold the necessary items she needed, and her small bed, stove, and some kitchen utensils were all neatly placed at one end. Putting one more log of wood in the fireplace, she sat down on her small plinth, placing her palm near the fire. She feared if she ever went back to bed, she would have more nightmares, and probably end up with more wounds.

I ask for the second time. MYSTERIOUS OLD LADY: Why does it matter to you, do you also want to kill me like you killed that old man? (She whispers into my ears and I tremble) I'm still lying in the darkness and I can feel her breath all over me. I feel like she's encircling my bed and whispering into my ear whenever she gets close to it. I can feel the continuous motion around me. I'm still, and I can't move my body.

“Nightfang? Be sensible Selene. It's far too dangerous. You sound as if we can easily go in there like it's a motel.” Her voice was low and tinged with steel. “Then walk away.” Ethan swallowed his next words as he chose to remain silent. She continued to walk with determination, her pace increasing. Soon, they approached Nightfang boarders. The air became heavier and colder. Every heartbeat was a fervent prayer as it thumped in her chest. She needed that book. She would look for it. And until she discovered the reason for her death, she would not give up. The dense canopy gave way to open rocky terrain as they approached the forest's edge.

I couldn't take the chance of leaving her in the care of someone who wanted her dead. The pain and betrayal I felt made me angry. I wasn't going to tell anyone about Nahla not even Lukan. It was an exhausting journey to the remote cabin. With her frail head resting on my shoulders ,I drove through the night. As soon as we got there, I got to work. Although the cabin was small, it had all I needed including time, bandages and herbs. I nursed her back to health for weeks. Nahla was a fighter even though the poison had destroyed her system leaving her weak and exposed.

She wouldn’t have minded if one particular book wasn’t there, but it was. “Oh, so this one is about the Children of Iniquities. This is about the Nachin era.” Nyssa listed as she easily dodged Layla’s tries. Her lips curled into a large smile, and Layla’s blood turned cold. “And a book about werewolves’ mate bond? Seriously?” She burst into laughter, and Layla stopped trying to snatch the books from her, withdrawing away, but Nyssa wouldn’t let her. “Is this about your bond with Zayne?” She snickered, throwing her arm around Layla’s shoulder. “Are you trying to know how you’ll gain his affection?”

I couldn't. I had forgotten the feel of her fur agaunst my skin,the thrill of running under the moon light.The freedom in it. I had to wake her up. When the guards exchanged shifts later that night,a small book slid under the cell door. It was old and cracked. I froze. Who could it have come from? What was inside it? I crawled my way to the small book,picked it up.The book was titled blood and moon.awakening the dormant wolf.This was an ancient teaching about dormant and weak wolves.

He would choke on his own cruelty before I was done with him. I did not cover myself. I did not care who saw me. I moved further until the lands started becoming more familiar, until I knew the borders had been crossed. I was no longer on Bren’s land. I had walked into the dark, the territory of Nightbourne. The devil Alpha. The beast of the borders. The one they whispered about in fireside tales, whose claws had shredded entire packs, whose hunger was never sated. And yet, I went willingly. __________ I crossed the border.

Tears filled her eyes as she whispered against his chest, “Then burn it down. Burn the book. Please.” But when he reached for the pages, the blood hissed back like flames resisting him. The book laughed—a sharp, broken sound akin to paper tearing apart: “You can’t burn her story, fox; you can only read it…and reading means obeying.” Camela’s scream caught in her throat as she muttered, “It spoke…” Vincent bared his teeth in defiance as his fire flared even higher. “Then I’ll silence it,” he said fiercely. He slammed his hand down, his fire blazing but the pages didn’t burn. Instead, they bled harder and thicker, flooding the floor until it reached their ankles.

The bond in my chest pulsed weakly in reply. Then from outside—a long, low howl broke through the rain and fog. Not Nightbane. Not ordinary wolves. They were back. And that night, my first blood wasn’t spilled for war… but to save the one woman even the Elders feared. ***

The wind blew colder, and it shielded me from it. I was waiting for Tina on the balustrades adjacent the prayer hall. I was facing the quiet garth, instead of the crowded corridor, so I had the view of the sky that was partly hidden by the towering roof of the convent. A flock of pigeons flew by, and it was followed by something that abruptly covered my view. It was a book. My hands were swift on it. It had no false cover this time, that I could see the illustration of glinting constellations on an unlit horizon of nothingness.