The Nightingale Novels & Stories

She stood up quickly and walked over to the small kitchen counter, her throat feeling like absolute sandpaper. She grabbed a large glass pitcher of water from the small refrigerator and poured it down her throat, practically drinking the entire contents in a desperate bid to quench her burning thirst. She had arrived at her apartment late in the afternoon, utterly exhausted from her brutal training session with Nimrod, and fatigue had claimed her the moment her head hit the pillow.

"Are they not to your liking?" Hiss chest heaved, and the vessels in his eyes turned crimson. "Anything related to Yvonne Oliviera is taboo in this household! Even her name! She chose to leave! She can forget about coming back!" His emotions were boiling, so he flipped the table over in a fit of fury. The utensils and food hit the ground both with crisp clarity and sickening squelch. Sauces and liquids dripped from the flipped table, while Bianca stepped back in fear.

Nightingale birds sang in the branches of the trees as owls hooted cheerfully. “You have questions for me,” it was a statement and not a question because the moon goddess already knew that she had questions. “Why me?” “Ask what you really want to know.” “Why was I treated so badly?” “I knew that when people found out that I was calling on the Gelert, they would be upset,” Selene touched a plant, and a queen of the night bloomed. “I did not think that they would try to kill an innocent infant. But they did.”

The moon hung like a watchful eye above the quiet palace gardens. The flicker of fairy lights along the stone pathways mirrored the stars, casting soft glows over the trimmed hedges and whispering leaves. Somewhere in the distance, a nightingale sang, a lonely but beautiful tune.

This better be successful because I have everything to loss if this fails, including Natalie. I lay in bed that night hoping, listening for any sound that my human ear can hear. Waiting for there arrival. Slowly the hours tickle away and it is soon approaching dawn before I hear the first roar of the monsters as they all return home. I jump out of bed and race out into the backyard to see a sight I had not expected.

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."

She informs me and I respond with a nod “Thank you so much….Nurse…” I trail off and look at her badge before stating her name “Hazel” She sends me a small nod before walking out of the room. My hands find my belly again and I smile down at it. “Good job baby, Good job”

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 owl flew into a bush and a moment later, the old fairy came out of the bush looking haggard and pale with staring eyes, and a nose and chin that almost met one another. She mumbled something to herself, seized the nightingale, and went away with it in her hand without sparing a glance at the transfixed man. Poor Solindel saw the nightingale was gone—but what could he do? He could not speak, he could not move from the spot where he stood. At last the fairy came back and sang with a hoarse voice that he wouldn't see his girl again because she was now among the nightingales that sang for her day

Nida didn't like to sleep with anyone, even though they fit on the mattress on top of the mat on the floor. The only light in the room came from the moon, which shone through the open window. She sighed again when the familiar sadness gripped her chest. She felt hollow, as if she wanted to embrace someone or something, but she didn't know who or what. She closed her eyes and tried to force herself to sleep. Maybe it was because of the fatigue from doing laundry earlier that she was able to fall asleep quickly. Lyzza didn't know what she was doing in that house. It was unfamiliar to her. However, there was a part of her that knew the place; it seemed familiar to her. Particularly, the big pic