Syosetu Nocturne Novels & Stories

“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.

I couldn’t sleep that night. At some point, Ryan was standing by the bed, staring at the nightstand with a complicated look in his eyes. All the knives had been thrown out. And yet, sitting there was a neatly peeled apple. The peel hadn’t broken. It curled in one long spiral. That was the kind of patience only the sixteen-year-old Ryan had. I thought maybe, while I was asleep, the boy had come to see me again. I shot upright and threw my arms around the figure in front of me, burying my face in his suit.

Like old blood. My fingers trembled as I reached for the note. It was folded neatly, my name written on the front in a slanted, elegant script I didn’t recognize. I pulled the pin free, the rose tumbling onto the pillow, leaving a single, dark petal behind. I unfolded the paper. The message was short. Only two lines. "Your sanctuary is a pretty dream. But even nightmares start out nice. Sleep well, Luna." A floorboard creaked behind me. I spun around, the note crumpling in my fist.

*Dust* The morning light spills through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the room with a soft, golden glow. I stir awake, feeling the warmth of River’s body pressed against mine, a comforting feeling that grounds me in this moment. The events of last night flicker through my mind, a whirlwind of emotions. My heart races at the memory of our shared intimacy, the way he claimed me, marking me as his mate and Luna. It feels unreal, like something out of a storybook.

Nathan Nathan sat on the edge of his bed, the stolen wolfskin book heavy in his lap. He hadn’t slept. Hadn’t even tried. The words burned behind his eyelids: Fated bonds transcend species. A wolf may recognize his mate in any form—witch, vampire, even human. The bond is not magic, but instinct. A pull deeper than blood, older than reason. To deny it is to fracture the soul. His fingers traced the jagged illustration of a wolf and witch standing beneath a full moon, their shadows entwined.

I had drunk several bottles of mineral water while on the bus. Therefore, I felt the urge to get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. When I groggily opened my eyes, I noticed that Kathleen wasn't in bed. On my way to the bathroom, I passed by the living room and saw a dim, red light flickering from the room next door. It was just the two of us at home—could Kathleen be in there? If it was her, what was she doing there this late at night?

Once inside the room, Alpha Doug pushed me forward till I was slammed into the mattress behind me. I waited as he climbed on top of me before I whispered: “Sopor” {Pronounced Soo-PAR, meaning sleep}. Once I heard the tale tell signs of a deepened sleep I again got close to his ear before whispering, “Emissiones Nocturnus” {Meaning wet dream}.

Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.

That Night Copyright © K.I. Lynn This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.

‘Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping, I my loved ones' watch am keeping, All through the night.’ Listening to the soft, loving voice, Nox finally stopped fighting his tiredness. “Goodnight, my love.”