The Nightengale Book の小説・ストーリー

Cult marks on Nightfang’s history. It would be so easy, she thought, for everyone back home to slide right into the old script: *See? They were always the problem. We told you.* Not on her watch. Not this time. --- ### Chapter 40 – Us They camped that night on a rocky rise that offered a view of the valley spread out below—a patchwork of dark forest, paler fields, the occasional glint of water. The sky overhead was clear for once, stars pricking through the deep blue like scattered salt.

Twilight – One Final Entry Alone again, Maera returned to the title page. She dipped her quill one last time and added a line beneath the name. "To be passed not from crown to heir… But from soul to soul." Then she closed the book. And for the first time in years— —slept. Outside the Scriptorium — That Night On the stone railing of the high balcony, a young girl climbed quietly, clutching a candle stub in her hand. She had overheard whispers of the book—how it held the real truth, not the polished version. She was too young to know everything, but old enough to want to.

Nikolai muttered, but he was smiling. Pajamas next. Pascal’s favorite set with tiny rocket ships zooming across blue fabric. Nikolai helped pull the shirt over his head, smoothing it down when Pascal’s arms got tangled. “Story time?” Pascal asked, already climbing into bed, eyes bright despite the late hour. “Story time,” Nikolai confirmed. He pulled the covers up to Pascal’s chin, then settled on the edge of the mattress, picking up the worn picture book from the nightstand—The Knight and the Lonely Dragon.

Who would guess she’d been alive for hundreds of years? They fell silent again and studied the book that could be read. It had been written after the fall of the Nigella Empire. Besides the clan wars, Nigella had been targeted by the small kingdoms it once conquered. They rebelled, and it ended in tragedy. The final entry stated that if the Aurora Bride came to defeat the demon, all the disasters could be prevented and the destruction avoided. “It’s late, Mrs. Anantari. Let me escort you to your room to rest,” Abraham said.

Everyone had gone to bed and the waves of the ocean was the only sound she could hear. Nicky turned around sharply when footsteps sounded behind her but found no one. A nightingale was on a coconut tree flapping its wings. She breathed out, trying to control her heartbeat before continuing her journey. Suddenly, Nicky yelped seeing a domineering shadow close to hers on the beach sand. Her eyes bulged in fright! She opened her mouth to scream but a strong hand muffled her and possessively pulled her closer... *** Natalia ran up the two stairs leading into Arian De' Argent's room. His door was slightly open so she figured he was still awake.

The Book didn’t whisper that night; it screamed through the stillness of the house. Autumn jolted awake at precisely 3:33 a.m., her heart racing as she blinked at the sight before her. The Book pulsed with a ghostly light at the foot of her bed, its pages fluttering violently like trapped birds, despite the windows being securely shut against the autumn chill. The pendant that hung around her neck, an ornate piece of silver filigree, felt uncomfortably cold against her collarbone, as if it were absorbing the warmth from her skin.

Until Lydia and Trevor are nothing but carcasses, may heaven and hell reject my soul. As my eyes began to close, I heard the howls of the nightingales. But I also heard something—a chant—and suddenly, a figure appeared, dressed in black.

I keep thinking about this girl and I don’t even know her name. “It’s not like I care anyway.” I mumbled under my breath while I shook off the thought. She’s just another girl in my books, she’s got her payment and by the time I land in London and get another girl, she will be a ghost in my past… "Zane?" June called while staring furiously at her laptop. without looking up. We just landed in New York and making it to the meeting. "Yes?" "There’s a news alert. It’s not about us, but it might affect the market." She turned the laptop toward me.