The Nightingale Novels & Stories

That is the strangest thing I have ever thought in my life. That familiar itch starts to spread across my neck, down my chest to my stomach. It itches so bad, I pull up my shirt and when I do, I scream out into the empty dark room that is lit only by the moonlight and a single nightlight over by the entrance. Daring to look down again, I see that where I had just scratched, is a gaping wound and there is a maggot crawling out of it. I hear a noise from behind me and when I turn on my heels, I watch as the same man from before stands about a foot taller than I am and is staring right into my eyes. He opens his mouth and states, “You have finally awakened. Good.”

‘Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping, I my loved ones' watch am keeping, All through the night.’ Listening to the soft, loving voice, Nox finally stopped fighting his tiredness. “Goodnight, my love.”

My legs would die if I erected them for that long, so I sat an arm away from him. The tree was the holy hall of the Nightingales. If ours was filled with the singing of the choirs, here, under the shade of the tree, was suffused with the melodious carol of the blacken birds. It was comforting, and it kept pulling me to a feeling of easiness.

And second, if I dare sleep, another nightmare would do the honors of waking me up. I keep rolling about in my bed till I can't take it anymore. I put my feet into my shoes and rise to my feet. I walk out of the hall into the passageway. The place is lonely and isolated. I sure shouldn't be out l here by this time but I need to clear my mind. I keep walking in this passageway lit by the candles orange lights... I have no idea where I'm going so I decide to stop. I head for a window to get some fresh air. I see a beautiful nightingale but it flies away to a tree not too far away.

When the dawn creeps through the windows, they both wake up. Juliet goes to move for her clothes, but Hank pulls her back saying: "Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc’d the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale." Juliet looks back at him and cups his face before reciting: "It was the lark, the herald of the morn,

At the same time, the fastest running disciple had successfully sent out an SOS signal. Whoosh— The signal flew up and burst brightly, dying the skies red with a loud bang. Everyone within ten miles was alerted. The most unlucky person had to be Nightingale, though. Having been hiding midair, she had recorded the entire incident. Now shot down by the signal, she landed onto the ground, hard, face flat like a toad.

The Queen smirked. "Get her on her knees…" She shouted at the top of her lungs and the warriors held her arms down to the ground, making Elizabeth bow to the Queen. They drilled a long silver nail in her shoulder and let her cry out loud. Her screams filled the hall and the remaining Nightcrawlers were horrified by those harsh actions of the Queen. The blood began to ooze out and the silver in her blood made her shake violently. She was cramping on the ground, dust getting inside her lungs as she breathed it along with air.

I stuttered out my sentence wiping my eyes as I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Cages? Don't be ridiculous, Ms. Spitz. We're civilized. There is a safe area and then a restricted area. The area is designed based on the Norweigian prison system. It's one of the humane systems in the entire world, it's completely safe for everyone involved. I wonder . . . in your university environment you would never have been able to see a full mating drive? Alphas are restrained in society."

Cold. Ruthless. Decadently dangerous. These were the only words to describe Alpha Rose. Everything she touched bent to her will, and although strikingly beautiful as a red rose, she had a wall of vicious thorns.But, what happens to this "Big Bad She-Alpha" when she stumbles upon her mate- a mysterious omega from a poor rogue pack? And, what happens when an old friend with whom she shares an unspoken past, comes back into the picture?Is Alpha Rose prepared to face the most difficult battle of her lifetime- the battle of love, desire... and secrets?

THE NEXT DAY MORNING Lily heard humming repeatedly from her sleep, she tried to ignore it but it got louder every second and it was disturbing. She slowly opened her eyes and sat up to see Nora going through a bag on her couch and humming. “Nora.” Lily called tiredly and she turned to her. “Oh, hey Lily.” She called happily and Lily slowly got off the bed. She felt pains in her feet as she walked closer to Nora but she ignored it. “How are you here so early?” Lily asked as she yawned.