Nocturne Arcana
In Damruck, AL, behind velvet curtains and whispered invitations lies a secret club where monsters and mortals explore their deepest desires. Steamy and mysterious, each short story promises passion, magic, and a happily ever after.
Welcome to Nocturne Arcana—where flirting in the dark brings monsters out to play.
Julian Blackwood is a vampire with impeccable style, a flair for drama, and a suspiciously long résumé. His latest venture? Transforming a sentient Victorian mansion into Damruck’s most exclusive supernatural matchmaking agency—cleverly disguised as an underground sex club. (Convincing the house to cooperate was… a whole thing.)
With Arc—the overly opinionated house—as his partner, Julian promises discreet consultations, curated compatibility, and the tasteful fulfillment of his clients’ deepest desires. No mystical manipulation. No ghostly shenanigans. Just ambiance, elegance, and the occasional blood-spattered questionnaire.
Their first match? A rare book–hoarding dragon shifter with a soft spot for poetry, paired with a charming curse-breaker more at ease with manuscripts than meaningful eye contact.
Success means enchanted sparkles, aggressive interior design, and one very smug chandelier.
Failure might cost Julian the partnership of a lifetime.
Let the matchmaking begin.
I was hunting the perfect shot… but I found a predator.
I came to the forest for solitude and moonlight. A twig snap announced a man cloaked in shadows, warning me about danger in the woods. Something told me he was the danger.
Lucas Hawke is magnetic, mysterious, and far too compelling for someone I should run from. But when his dark eyes lock on mine, my body responds before my brain can object. There’s something primal in the way he watches me. Something that makes me ache.
Then a strange invitation arrives. No return address. Just a name: Nocturne Arcana.
Following Lucas into the dark might be reckless.
But resisting him?
Impossible.
Nocturne Arcana: Where flirting in the dark brings monsters out to play.
Step inside—and discover just how wild your cravings can become.
I was longing for a love that transcends the ordinary…but fate delivered a vampire who tempts me to taste the impossible.
I’m done with the shallow men who think “romance” begins and ends with a dinner reservation. I’ve devoured countless gothic novels, indulging in fantasies of eternal devotion and wicked desire. I never expected my life to echo those tales—until Draven Devereaux steps from the shadows. One look, and I’m swept into a world of hunger and yearning, where danger lurks behind every seductive promise. When a mysterious invitation promises me a single night at Nocturne Arcana, I can’t resist the pull of the darkness calling my name.
Draven Devereaux has spent centuries mastering his appetite—and his heart. Society whispers that he never loses control, that he’s refined beyond reproach. But sparks fly from the moment we meet, and I throw caution to the wind. I stir something untamed in him, forcing his cravings into the light. As desire and danger entwine in Nocturne Arcana’s opulent halls, we can’t deny the dark ecstasy surging between us—nor the secret that might destroy us both.
I was searching for magic in the mundane… but I found a djinn who made all my fantasies real.
Midnight is when I come alive. I’m a freelance artist, dreamer, and chronic avoider of real-world romance. I never expected my dream lover to step out of my sketchbook and into my best friend’s living room. Azar Valerian is gorgeous, enigmatic, and glowing with the same sensual magic that left me breathless as I slept.
He claims he’s a djinn—and everything about him, from his otherworldly eyes to the way he touches me like I’m a wish come true, makes me want to believe. When I receive a mysterious invitation to Nocturne Arcana, I’m given the chance to test that fantasy for real. One night. Three wishes. And the kind of heat that could burn the world.
Azar says he’s bound by ancient rules. That he can’t ask for freedom. But if loving him means breaking the rules?
Then wish granted.
I wanted to feel seen. Instead, I was hunted.
I spend my days foraging forest treasures and crafting centerpieces blessed with the spirit of the season. But the day I bled on a bundle of moss in Hollow Grove, something ancient stirred. Something with antlers, golden eyes, and a voice like rustling leaves.
Now I’ve been invited to Nocturne Arcana, a secret club whispered about in the alleys of Damruck. They say it fulfills your deepest fantasies. They say the experience is tailored just for you.
But the man waiting in the shadows? He isn’t just playing a part. He’s the guardian of the forest I accidentally summoned—and he’s starving for me.
And the worst part?
I want to be devoured.
