The Nightengale Book Novels & Stories

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

Urban didn’t come back to life nearly as much as Sam or Dean have, but he gave it a valiant effort! I hope you can tell I binge-watched Game of Thrones, too! Much of that series inspired the making of One True Love. I have this strange quirk of wanting to have at least one hero and heroine named for every letter of the alphabet. And I didn’t have a heroine whose name started with a V yet, so that’s how Vienne came about. I chose Vienne above every other V-name out there because of the heroine in the book The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah (that heroine was named Vianne). The Nightingale was the first book my family chose for the book reading group we started together, so that has special mean

Unwillingly he nods his head and steps out of the room quietly. The sounds of water splashing and cold air blowing were all that could be heard in the silence of the night. Daniel was quietly standing staring at the Fontaine Archangel Michael and the devil – this fountain held a special place in his heart because during his stay whenever he felt low, he would come here and by looking at the fountain, he would get his hope back that good always wins over evil. Daniel closed his eyes and all he could think was about Rania – he liked her more than any woman he ever liked before. Daniel took a deep breath to calm his mind and turned to look at the woman who was behind his restless mind, but she

The nightingale's sharp beak forcefully pecked open the box filled with secrets, crazy memories surged out, pouring out all over. She saw herself effortlessly unlocking his computer with subconscious numbers. "Indeed, being moved is foolish." The nightingale, always hitting the target, never failing, could hit a flying fly in the air with a bullet. She raised the gun at the man she shouldn't have feelings for. She had successfully aimed at his heart, but at the last moment of firing, she deviated and didn't hit. When she discovered that Caesar's password was the time of her first permanent mark, the nightingale first sensed her feelings for him.

Third POV The room was silent as a graveyard, or more silent because even the birds dared not make noise over her. She snapped her fingers, and the spell book, which was hanging a distance away, flew to her. "Neptune..." She said, looking at the book. As soon as she said this, the book immediately opened to the last page, where the Neptune spell was.

The manila folder sitting on Ezekiel’s desk might have looked thin, but what was inside was substantial. He found himself staring at a high-res photo fixed to the first page. Vespera Nightingale. The woman in that picture had a sharp, alert gaze that felt completely unfamiliar.

The Night Encounter The castle courtyard was bathed in a pale light as the moon hung low in the sky, a silver crescent. Elena huddled close to the eastern wall in the shadows, her heart thumping and her breath coming in short gasps. The promise of freedom, even for one night, was too alluring to ignore, despite the fact that every nerve in her body warned that this was dangerous. Zephyr’s words replayed in her mind: “Tonight, I’ll come for you. One night. Just one. And no one will know.”

She looked pampered and polished and expensive, like a trophy on display. "There's a book on the nightstand," Lena said quietly as the others began packing up their supplies. "The boss thought you might want something to read while you wait." I walked back to the bedroom on legs that felt like they belonged to someone else. The book was waiting for me on the nightstand, a novel I had never heard of with a cover that showed a woman standing at the edge of a cliff, looking out at a stormy sea. I picked it up and settled into the chair by the window, the silk of my dress rustling against the upholstery.

Amber climbed in, sliding under the duvet beside her best friend, the bed dipping slightly under her weight. She lay closer to the night lamp, flipped open the book, and took a deep breath. She shoved Raven’s voice aside, her wolf seemed to have something to say, some opinion about running back to Mason, and forced herself to focus on the words. Her eyes landed on the first paragraph. "In a land where angels and demons live together…” she muttered aloud, voice quiet and hesitant as she continued reading. Bella shook her head fondly, already drifting off to sleep beside her, breathing evening out into soft, even puffs.

Nigel Senior growled, leaning in dangerously, "before I just have to suck it outta you myself." "You dirty old man," she snapped, rolling her eyes, "don't tempt me." Then, her expression sharpened. She snatched the Book of the Gods, glanced cautiously out the window to make sure the kids weren't eavesdropping, and opened the massive tome to page 269. She waved her palm over it, muttering an incantation under her breath, and words shimmered onto the pages like molten silver. "Whoa..." Nigel Senior gulped, genuinely impressed, his grizzled face lighting up. "You're amazing."