Syosetu Nocturne Novels & Stories

If tears were the price of divinity, then let the night remember mine. END OF BOOK 1💜

Celeste I woke to the sound of Killian’s voice, low and steady, drifting in from the hallway. He was reading aloud. Not a contract. Not a financial report. He was reading Goodnight Moon to my belly. “…and a little toy house, and a young mouse, and a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush…” The words cracked on mush. He cleared his throat and kept going. I lay still, afraid to move, afraid to break the spell.

"You'll always have the right to tell me to stop." When he lowered his lips to mine, I didn't flinch. Even when pain mingled with the pleasure and I lost my breath, he never hurried me like Giovanni would. He would stroke my back until I relaxed. Afterward, he cradled me in his arms. He gently combed my hair with his fingers. "Are you alright?" I nodded and burrowed against his chest. "Better than alright. I never knew it could actually be… good." … The next morning, I woke from a nightmare.

The banquet ended past midnight. Luke sat in the front passenger seat of his Rolls-Royce, pressing his index finger against his temple. He had long, artist's fingers. The glow of the streetlights cast just the right shadow over his face, making his nose bridge more prominent. He looked like a sculpture straight out of a museum. "It's late now. The curfew would already be in effect by the time you return to your dorm."

Azalea's POV The events of last night unraveled like a series of blurred, mesmerizing scenes—so strange and captivating that they felt like a dream. "Mommy! Mommy!" Alvin woke me up, climbing on top of me and shaking my body. I struggled to fully awaken. "Oh, honey," I mumbled, squinting against the sunlight streaming through the window. I raised my hand to shield my eyes, blinking away the brightness.

The night was a sanctuary where dreams took flight, where love knew no boundaries, and where the whispers of stories past and future echoed in the silent spaces between sleep and wakefulness. With a soft smile on her lips, Mama Hazel surrendered to the embrace of sleep, her heart filled with the echoes of tales untold, dreams yet to be dreamed, and the infinite beauty of a world where love and imagination reigned supreme. In the sanctuary of the night, she found peace, joy, and the gentle promise of a new day filled with the magic of storytelling and the enduring power of love.

I began chanting words in a language I had never heard myself speak before. "Lysso, Velká Lysso, žádám tě, abys mi udělil požehnání síly. Prsten na Měsíci před tebou je můj a teď tvůj. Mohu vzývat vaši moc a vy můžete volat mou službu. Bohyně Šílenství, Temnoty a Zuřivosti vyšla ven a byla ke mně připoutána vzájemnou zuřivostí a nenávistí. Nebudu plýtvat tvou silou, má bohyně!" I chanted.

the journalist asked curiously. "Yes, it's called 'Tales of the Moonlit Grimoire'," Luna revealed with a smile, subtly bringing the interview to a close.

"The cherry demon jumped out and told the dejected Little Prince, 'If you kiss me, cherries will appear.' So, the Little Prince puckered his lips and kissed the cherry demon. The cherry demon blushed, and the cherry trees were instantly filled with blushing cherries. The Little Prince puckered up again, and the cherry demon, with a red face, said, 'The cherries are sweet enough, no more kisses.' The Little Prince blinked and said, 'You're sweeter than the cherries.'" Xoan's voice was gentle, its unique raspy quality making it somewhat mesmerizing. Yaslyn had initially thought that hearing his voice would keep her awake. However, contrary to her expectations, the rhythmic sound gradually made

I tell myself to find the bad, to find the tainted traces that are not Valen, and get them out. “I believe in you,” Valen whispers. And with his affirmation, I touch the sides of Valen’s head, and I let myself fall down into his mind. It’s dark. So dark. I hear screams. I hear a language I do not recognize. I feel sand all around my body. I see dozens of worlds and various ships. I see Neron blue. I see red blood. I suck in a shallow breath. I press my fingertips tightly into Valen’s temples. I shift in the bed, better balancing myself.