The Nightingale Novels & Stories

There is mature material involved. The sound of birds singing a joyous tune could be heard across the window, and the sun's reflection sneaked through. I brushed my fingertips across the duvet, relishing the aroma of a new day. I slowly opened my closed eyelashes, and there was a handsome young man sleeping just next to me. Arthur is a handsome young man, and just glancing at him made him appear so sexy. But, then... I quickly grabbed the blanket that was keeping me warm in order to stay alert.

I yell furiously and she stops whistling and whisper these words into my ears, MYSTERIOUS OLD LADY: HEED! HEED! HEED! I gasp and jolt up my back from the bed the moment I wake up from another horrifying nightmare. “Another nightmare!” I exclaim as I can't stop panting and trying to catch my breath. I can't sleep anymore, I've heard this old lady speak to me twice in my dreams, just within a day. I flip the lamp switch on and I glimpse at the alarm clock, “This can't be. What is the probability that this is also a coincidence?”

The message arrived at dawn. Nyx was already awake when the raven landed on her window ledge its dark feathers catching the pale morning light. She had been awake for most of the night lying in the dark with her bound ribs aching and her mind turning over the same questions it had been turning over since she got back from the ritual site.

Rhea The room is very quiet as I stare at Selene Nightengale. I hear the sound of a clock tick and the sound of guard’s boots outside. I look at the wine glass Selene pushed toward me. It's filled with deep red wine that shines under the dim lamps. My dry throat is dry, partly from a long clinic shift and nerves of sitting across from the woman who was supposed to be the Luna of this pack.

The Nightingale Sanatorium was less a hospital and more a fortress disguised as a country club. Its ivy-covered stone walls seemed to absorb sound, creating an aura of profound, unsettling silence. High-tech surveillance cameras, cleverly concealed within antique-looking gargoyles and wrought-iron fixtures, watched every approach. This wasn’t a place you could assault; it was a place you had to be invited into. And Catherine Sterling, with the cold, brilliant precision of a master strategist, engineered an invitation.

Step one was dealing with the bracelet. I was thinking about how to get my bracelet to David because that was important to me, but I didn’t know how to react or even function if I saw him again, knowing what happened last night. What if I asked him if there were any specific bracelets in his room when he forgot who the girl he slept with was, then I am going to be doomed. It feels like I made him remember that I am the woman he spent the night with. Thinking about this infuriated me until my phone rang. It was River.

Of course, she is blind, but it doesn't matter for me, just, I want her, and that's the matter. I want her to stay by my side, in whose lap I can sleep by putting my head. I feel relaxed with her, all the burdens and stress of my life have vanished with her smile. Damn it, I love her, yes I love her. After having dinner, I went inside the room, and for the first time in my life, I admire the beauty of the moon and night. I sat on the chair placed in the balcony and looked at the half-moon, it's beautiful. Should I call her? Wait I want to calm her, right.. she is the one who calms my heart. I should call... A smile plastered on my face with strange feelings which I never feel. I called my ni

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below