Syosetu Nocturne Novels & Stories

This delightful scent gently tugged me from the depths of sleep, even before the first tentative fingers of sunlight dared to touch the windows. I blinked slowly, a luxurious stretch arching my spine beneath the silken sheets. My body ached, but it was the best kind of ache—a lingering symphony of soft kisses pressed to sensitive skin, of whispered words exchanged under a blanket of shattered stars, and the profound comfort of three sets of strong, warm arms holding me through the long, peaceful night. “Morning, sleepy Luna.” Ryder’s voice, a melodic blend of teasing and lazy affection, floated to me from beyond the bedroom door, pulling a soft smile to my lips. It was a familiar sound alrea

Lucas sighed deeply. Lucas promised that if Luna didn't improve by tonight, he would take her to the doctor in the morning. He closed his eyes next to Luna, eventually succumbing to the world of dreams. The dark sky adorned with stars and the vast expanse of the sea became the ceiling for Lucas and Amerika, both lost in their dreams. They hesitated to leave their slumber, particularly Lucas, who was so deeply asleep that he didn't notice Luna waking up and rushing back to the bathroom.

The castle’s decorated for Solstice–greens and blues and silvers–but it blurs as I follow her progress to the darkened upper levels of our family home. I see Mom stepping out of the nursery, tucking her robe around her stomach, her eyes wide with shock. I can’t hear what they’re saying to each other, but Sarah motions wildly, then grips Mom’s hands, smashing an envelope between them before turning into the room Mom just exited. My dream splits, giving me a glimpse of Sarah shedding her coat and tearfully, silently, crawling into bed between her sons and pulling the sleeping boys close. Tears run down her cheeks as they settle against her. Then, I’m back with Mom. Cosette approaches wearing a

Each step brought us closer to the heart of the mystery, unraveling a web of deceit that entangled our lives. Days turned into nights, and nights blurred into dawn as we delved deeper into the shadows, refusing to let despair claim us. The traitor's trail led us to the outskirts of Silverwood, where an abandoned cottage stood hidden among the ancient trees. As we cautiously approached the cottage, a chill wind whispered through the branches, carrying with it an eerie sense of foreboding. The door creaked open with a haunting echo, revealing a dimly lit interior filled with arcane symbols and books of forbidden knowledge.

(Nerina’s P.O.V) I don’t remember falling asleep, but apparently, I did and not only that, but I slept the entire day. How do I know? Well, I woke up to the sun beginning to shine through the curtains and when I looked at the alarm clock on the night stand it said that it was 6:30 in the morning. When Selene sent us back to the villa it was, you guessed it, 6:30 in the morning. I groan as I stretch, my pussy sore from the pounding she took yesterday. She’s such a hussy for John, literally can’t be within a foot of him and she’s dripping wet and begging for his cock.

Quintus hissed from a few yards off and the words half came out as a shriek in the night. Porcius moved up to face Severus in the moonlight. Over his face, Severus sported a blanket of clear gelatin, a thick film moving like rushing water. Eyes and mouth wide open, nostrils flaring, Severus struggled for air, but none came to him as the translucent fluid flowed about his face.

Lynx scrambled away, still laughing even as Nathaniel chased him through the underbrush, sparks flying from his fingertips. Lalaine shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "The grown-ups are more childish than the orphans," she whispered to the girls, leading them back toward the nun to show off their braided hair. ---- Meanwhile, the library was a tomb of silence. To Stella, it felt like an orphanage for old, forgotten books. She wandered the aisles until a spine on the highest shelf caught her eye. She climbed the rolling wooden ladder, her fingers trembling as she pulled the volume out. "The Moon Princess" was embossed on the cover. There was no author listed. She flipped it op

Camilo was just a small problem that went away. We finished our marking ceremony and everything went well. That night, the old Alpha told everyone that Alex was the new Alpha of the pack—and I was his Luna. I sat in our wedding room, feeling a little nervous as I waited for Alex to come back. Every time I had imagined my true mate, it was always Camilo. But the Moon Goddess had other plans for me. In the end, my mate was Alex—a strong, loving, and very charming Alpha who knew how to make my heart beat fast.

form acceptable to the eye. "Did you have pleasant dreams?" His voice echoed coldly, his eyes dark. "You tell me, Deity. You’ve been watching me closely." I sat up in bed, trying to move away from him, but to my surprise, Nocturnus sat beside me, tilting his head. "I have always found the connection of the destined bond intriguing. I replicated the mark on you, but I could never establish the same intensity of connection. Can you explain why?" He tilted his head slightly, seeming strangely curious.

Moonlight spilled through the windows. Exhaustion weighed heavily upon her. Yet sleep refused to come. Too much had happened. Too many emotions. Too many questions. She walked onto the balcony. The city stretched below. Thousands of lights illuminated the darkness. A beautiful sight. For the first time, Castle Nocturne felt slightly less frightening. Still dangerous. Still strange. But not entirely terrible. A cool breeze brushed against her face. Then movement caught her eye. Far below. On another balcony. Lucien stood alone.