The Nightingale Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

“Yes! You can do the boring things, like finding hostels, planning meals, and above all getting directions.” Morozko buttoned his black messenger jacket. “And I imagine you'll do the heroic things, like rescue tsarevnas from Zmei Gorynych the three-headed dragon of Russian fairytales and slay Nightingale the Robber, famous bandit of the wild woods whose whistling can kill a whole flock of geese?” “Nightingale is still around? I thought my favorite boyar knight Ilya Muromets killed him centuries ago!”

Instead of concentrating, I keep on looking outside at the dark night with full of stars and bright moon glistening it's blue lights on the streets. I can't see the street but I can just see the pavements of the mansion which are shining with its light. I can see even the leaves shining with it's light, fluttering with the gentle touch of the breeze around while the nightingales are busy singing their blues. I think they are singing my blues right now. I think they want to express how I am feeling right now. Maybe they are my only friend right now. "Dear... Zara... You have the life that no one tell...

‘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.

Thirty-one nights down. The real storm was only beginning.

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."

"Are you there, little fairy?" A bright ball of light appeared in front of her and transformed into a woman who appeared to be a little bit older than she is. "As I said, I am not a fairy.” The beautiful woman flipped her hair, “I'm a Nightingale... an Enchantrix," Dahlia shrugged, "Well, whatever you are, your kind still saves me from that hell," \ The Nightingale remarked flatly, "It wasn't free." "I know, and I'm ready," Dahlia said with a nod.