The Nightingale Novels & Stories

Maya sat still for a long time. “You want me,” she said. “Yes.” “One night.” “One night,” Adrian said. “After that, the debt is gone.” Maya looked at the city behind the glass. Her hands were cold. She thought of her father coughing. She thought of her mother crying. She thought of the three days. “I need time to think.” “You have until tonight,” Adrian said. “If you agree, you will receive a message.”

Avery’s finger paused on the edge of the illustrated page. Dorothea leaned against her knee, her muted grey eyes blinking up at her. "Mommy, the nightingale has wings to fly. Why doesn’t it run away? The forest outside is so big." Looking down into her daughter’s eyes, which were an exact replica of that man’s, Avery felt a sharp ache pierce her chest. "Because the beast holds the nightingale’s favorite flower in its claws. If the nightingale flies away, the flower will be crushed to dust."

I would have preferred to be there but of course, I am never listened to, especially since about two years ago when I was told the faith of me inheriting my parents company relied on me getting married. Moving further into the room, I noticed a speech was being made by the organizer, something about the plans for the money that would be raised tonight, we both knew half of the money was going into paying for the loan they “allegedly” took for the last project their company participated in and that is why I won’t be donating until I strike a personal deal. Following the usual routine, I patted my breast pocket where the cheque for the occasion occupied and thought of the deal I’d try to strik

The smell is usually comforting, but right now it’s making me feel sick. Tabatha sets a white candle on either side of the nightstand and ignites them with magic. She moves to the foot of the bed and holds out a quartz crystal wand. “Powers of North, South, East and West, I call on you with this request. Remove the evil in the space, and leave good fortune in its place.” As she speaks, a sharp pain starts in my wrist. When she holds up the crystal, my arm starts to tingle.

I thought I had told Ella to get some rest? The air smelled of onions and cooking oil. I moved closer, trying to find this girl I couldn’t stop thinking about, and there she stood in the kitchen, her little tongue sticking out from her mouth, chopping onions like her life depended on it. She’s the prettiest woman I had ever seen. In fact, the most perfect. “Good evening, Master. Welcome. I’m sorry dinner will take a while. Do you need anything? I can run a bath for you,” she said with so much innocence.

[RAVEN] When Raven woke up that morning, she could not help but notice the unusual quiet surrounding her. The ruins of the Black Castle, now known as the Black Hall, housed a hundred town vampires, most of which were labelled with the Mark of Aurora. As soon as the sun rose, they would bustle around, testing her patience. She hated that she had to use her powers to ease their lives but when Alexander had asked for her help, it wasn’t in her ability to deny him. She had performed the dark spell and given them the ability to move freely under the sun while some simply burned out at the slightest exposure to the sun’s rays.

He was a monster, brimming with red hot rage and violent tendencies. She was a hunter, full of arrogance, hate, and secrets. So, what happens when the worlds of the beautiful hunter, Katerina Drackon, and the dangerously gorgeous vampire, Haydon Veneziano clash?The words "I love you" have never been more dangerous.

The flowing white dress is nothing but rags, and her long hair is thin and wispy. “Cinis cinerem. Pulvis sunt pariter!” we chant together and throw the potions. The banshee goes up in flames, burning for just a few seconds before she’s reduced to a pile of ash. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen a good vanquishing,” Tabatha says with a small smile. “Now, take me to my son.” We pour into the house, finding Evander lying on the living room couch. Lucas stands above him and wraps me in a hug the moment he sees me.

I could die if I stayed here. I turned around and looked for my phone, which should be on the nightstand, but I didn't see it. I opened the drawers in my room as well as the closet, but I couldn't find my device. Maybe Gavin took it out or threw it in the river when he went to the office. Indeed, nothing is impossible. I opened the curtains of the room that had been closed, and my eyes caught a middle-aged woman sweeping outside. "Ina!" I called in a hoarse voice. My throat was sore. Everything hurt.

His fingertips lingered on her skin, a fond memory of his endearment. Lily reached for him, but it seemed the harder she tried to touch him, the further away he got. The ground moved beneath her, and the flames in the forest grew. “No!” She yelled. “Please! Caspius!” Tears welled in her eyes. Darkness fell. As it consumed everything, his fading figure transformed into a beast. Then, there was nothingness. Bright lights blinded her. She tried to rub the sleep from her eyes, but found that she couldn’t lift her limbs. They were bound to a bedpost. Or perhaps that was just her imagination.