E.Nocturne

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He trembled, fury rippling harder through him. His eyes darkened, his jaw clenched, and still he forced the tears back with stubborn violence. “Others may have scarred me,” he snarled, “but the deepest wound, the one that cannot heal—that is you. Your betrayal cuts worse than any curse I was born with.”

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Two brown eyes met mine when I opened my own.
They were my eyes—yet not. Magnified, staring back at me as though they belonged to someone else.


The liquid had loosened something buried deep, unshackled another version of me.

My body hummed, my veins alight, as though every chain I had carried until now had slipped quietly away.
It was as if another me had stepped out of the mirror and taken over.


I was still Zaida—yet something freer, bolder, dangerously beautiful had claimed me.


And for the first time, I didn’t want to fight it.

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My eyes shut. Laith’s violent roar split the air, a sound so raw it made my stomach fold inward, the ground trembling under the weight of his rage. Kaan’s voice cut through it—his urgent call for Altay. Not to stop me from leaving with Sam, but to hold Laith back. The chaos collided behind me—the girls’ desperate cries, their pleas pounding against the unsteady ground where I barely held my balance.
“Yet this I promise—when I defile her, body and soul, she’ll be unrecognizable.” A chilling restrained laugh bled from his lips.
Then Sam leaned in like a tower, his breath hot and predatory as it grazed my ear.
“Little lamb,” he murmured, each word dripping venom, “when I’m done with you, you’ll wish you had chosen the other option… hell on earth.”

When the candelabras of old‑world romances are lit,
As the moon ascends, the Sultanate of Yegah begins.
The moist softness of a sigh from the sea rests upon your skin,
Mysterious wings of death’s darkness unfurl within the soul.

As the moon ascends, the Sultanate of Yegah begins.

Echoes of mournful laughter ripple over obsidian waters,
Younger sorrow blooms like a flower lost in the dark.

Nightingales fracture with grief in solitude’s grove,
Tameless instruments of the heart dissolve into winter’s sleep.

Though death’s absoluteness may finally be understood,
Still the Sultanate of Yegah begins under the rising moon.

Another’s life—it is not my own, were we to glance back…
We’ve lived our days shackled by another’s judgment.
Water forbidden. Wind forbidden. Open doors forbidden—
Perhaps in this darkness we should prohibit all prohibitions.

As the moon ascends, the Sultanate of Yegah begins.

By Nur Yoldas: Sultan-I Yegah.