Syosetu Nocturne Novels & Stories

So I stay close enough to the surface to hear it coming. The cabin was cold in the way mountain cabins got cold when autumn decided it was done pretending to be summer. The fire had gone out around three in the morning and I hadn't bothered to restart it. Cold didn't trouble me the way it troubled most. One of the smaller advantages of what I was, what Silver Dawn had made me, or maybe what I'd always been and the Circle had simply named and handed back to me with a training manual attached. I lay on my back in the narrow cot and ran the day's report through my head the way I always did before sleep and after waking. A habit so old I couldn't remember learning it. Some people counted sheep.

Promise. Suzie pitched forward, aware of the pain in her bare knees as they hit the ground. Her vision was blurring even more, the meadow in front of her becoming like a magic carpet ride she would take to dreamland—except she was already there, wasn’t she? Oh, this was so confusing, and she didn’t have the energy to try and work it out. Suzie yawned. The longest, loudest yawn she’d ever done.

Knox “Okay, everything is all set. I emailed the accommodation listings to Crystal Moon and Crimson Valley, and they will let us know when transportation for those attending tonight’s Supermoon Festival is enroute.” I look up from an expense report I’ve been combing over all morning to see the bright, blue eyes of my chosen mate sparkling in the morning sun. I push myself away from my desk and walk across the room to hers, I pull her to her feet and place open-mouthed kisses down her slender neck.

– Full restore on sleep Dacia (bowing): “Daily. While you sleep. High school by day. Dojo by night.” Elowene (hugging): “Now wake. Love. Grow.” 7:00 p.m. – Celeste’s Room Sunset painted walls gold. Remy stirred, eyes clear. Remy: “Best nap ever. Feel like I could run the dam loop.” Celeste (kissing forehead): “You just did— in mist-space.” Texts: Seras: “Winter slushies = success. Tomorrow: prank Brittany.”

That’s growth. — H. She closed the book, smiled softly to herself, and turned off the lamp. Scene – Tessy’s Bed, Same Time Tessy stared at the ceiling in the dark, earphones in, listening to the playlist Leo once made for her—filled with ridiculous love songs and inside jokes. Her phone lit up again. Leo 🐒: Can’t sleep. You okay? Tessy: Yeah. I had fun. Just...thinking. Leo 🐒: About me? 😏

_*]:min-w-0"> _*]:min-w-0"> Luna hadn't been asleep long when the bell rang. _*]:min-w-0"> Not the curfew bell. Something different. Deeper. More resonant. _*]:min-w-0"> It echoed through the building, pulling her from uneasy dreams. _*]:min-w-0"> Nova sat up in bed. "Moon Circle." _*]:min-w-0"> "What?" _*]:min-w-0">

One page at a time. One person at a time. One still, deep, patient day at a time. Until the water found its level. And the room became real. And the invisible all the invisible became seen. THE SILENT LUNA End of Volume One

All of these symptoms are consistent with what was recorded in that book. I ran to my room, picked up the book, and looked at its contents. Although I don't know what moonlight and magic refer to, it says that sunlight and morning dew can bring rebirth. Maybe that's the cure. But it's night time and there is no morning dew at all. The only way for Noah to get through the night is with human blood. I found a pen from my room and wrote the phrase from the book on a slip of paper. There was a crashing sound from outside and Noah’s low growl from pain.

The light illuminated the space, full of old objects and stacked boxes. As she walked, a loose floorboard creaked beneath her feet. She bent down to see what it was and, with some effort, lifted the board. She found an old book, covered in dust, with a leather cover filled with drawings of supernatural creatures. Scarlett’s heart began to race; something about the book drew her in, as if it held secrets waiting to be discovered.

He stood on the balcony in the cold wind all night. When he returned to the bedroom, he found that my mother had jumped out of the window. That night, it poured. The rain washed away the blood from my mother's corpse. Cade rushed over and held me tight, letting me punch him repeatedly. He kept saying, "It's okay, it's okay…" But he chose Summer as his new fling. As Mrs. Finley, what dignity do I have left? That night, Cade did not come home. The trending topic I arranged was buried deep by him.