The Nightingale Novels & Stories

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.

After changing her diaper, I pulled Nightingale to my chest and softly sang to her: "I hope you look just like your momma And love her like I do You'll see close to perfect patience If you watch her every move You can always run to daddy You'll always be my baby, but Look at her, baby girl And you'll learn how to be a lady." Nightingale began to make humming sounds, causing me to smile. I gently kissed her cheek and said, "I love you." After a while, Nightingale began to cry. I assumed she was hungry, so I quickly headed to the kitchen so Daphnie wouldn't wake up. "Shhh... Are you hungry?" I quickly grabbed a bottle of breast milk from the fridge and put it in the microwave while Nightingale

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 nigh