Novels by Nikkie love

The sky was still black when Ronan opened his eyes.Not morning-black.The heavy kind that comes just before dawn — when the world holds its breath and predators decide whether to hunt or hide.He didn’t move at first.He listened.The inn creaked softly around them, Wind blows against warped shutter, making the innkeeper coughed in his sleep somewhere below.No boots.No armor.No wolves.Still — that meant nothing.Ronan had not really been sleeping, he stood up silently from the chair and crossed the room.Kael was already awake, sitting upright on the edge of the second bed, elbows on his knees.“You feel it?” Kael murmured.“Yes.”Not pursuit.Not yet.But something restless in the air.Silas stands by the door, head turned slightly ad if he was hearing a voice no one else could.“We overstayed,” Silas said quietly.They all knew it.They never stayed anywhere long — not when blood had been spilled only hours before.Especially not Nightfang blood.Ronan turned toward the door th

The inn had gone quiet.Outside the inn, the wind blows across the walls made of wood, making them creak softy, like the building was trying to sleep.Inside, Lydia was finally peaceful.For the first time since they got out of the dungeon, her face was no longer in pain.Elara was standing beside the bed for a long time, watching her mother's chest rise and fall slowly.Alive.Still here.She felt a breath she didn't know she was holding finally leave her lungs.That's when something else dawned on her.Hard.The fight.Victor’s warriors.Blood.The triplets.Her heart skipped.She turned fast towards the door, they were in the next room.All three of them.When Elara stepped inside, the air felt different.Thicker.Filled with adrenaline that had not fully faded.Ronan sat on the edge of the bed, forearms resting on his knees.Silas leaned against the wall, eyes half-closed but clearly not resting.Kael stood near the window, watching the dark outside like he expected enemies to cr

The forest did not welcome them.It watched.The tree branches scratched the sky like fingers,the wind carrying the faint distant scent of Nightfang, keeping every muscle in the triplets body tense.They did not slow until the pack borders were long behind them.That's when Ronan finally said with a rough voice that had given out too many commands and swallowed too much rage, “We stop." Ahead of them, through the thinning trees, a dim lantern flickered.An inn.Old. Crooked. Forgotten by anyone important.Exactly what they needed.The place smelled of damp wood, stale ale, and smoke that had soaked into the walls over decades.No one asked questions.A few coins bought them two small rooms.One for the triplets.One for the girls.But none of them slept.Because Lydia was dying.Elara knees down beside the narrow bed her mother was laid on,her trembling fingers hovered above her arms.Her skin was too pale.Too cold.The faint blue veins under it looked dark and wrong, like ink spre

Victor’s POVI have never believed the moon was kind.Powerful, yes. Ancient, unavoidable. But kind? No. The moon delights in disruption. In reminding men like me that control is always an illusion.When I first kept Elara close—too close for a girl of her station—I believed I was being careful. Strategic. Her existence was an inconvenience, but a manageable one. A human girl with a fragile mother and a secret box she did not even understand. I assumed her mate, when he revealed himself, would be predictable. A low-ranked wolf. A nobody. Someone I could break quietly, use efficiently, and discard without consequence.That was the plan.I would let her bond snap into place, let love soften her, then apply pressure where it hurt most. A threatened mate bends even the strongest will. Through him, I would control Elara. Through Elara, I would destroy whatever slept inside that damned box—before it could ever be opened.Simple. Clean.Foolish.The moon, in her endless cruelty, laughed at m

The castle was quieter than usual.Not peaceful silence, it is never peaceful, but flowing with the kind of tension that followed when blood is spilled and things are not settled.Victor walked through the stone corridor with slow satisfied steps. For the first time in days, the tight feeling l in his chest had finally gone away.It had worked.Exactly as planned.The big doors, at the end of the hall swungs Open before he could put his hand on it. Melissa was already inside.Waiting.She was standing near the window, moonlight shining silver on her making her look pretty and calm like she hadn't spent the last few days making up lie's that could fool an entire council. “You’re late,” she said softly without turning.Victor closed the door behind him.“I was watching them run.”That made her glance over her shoulder.“And?” she asked.Victor’s lips curved.“They escaped.”Melissa’s brow lifted slightly.“And you’re smiling.”His chuckle was low.“I let them.”Now she turned fully.

The night had turned restless.Silas felt it in the air first—the wrong kind of quiet. Not peace. Not calm. The kind that makes your skin crawl like a warning.“We have to move now,” he said, voice low but sharp.Kael was beside him, eyes fixed on the tree line, listening to sounds no human ear could catch. “Now,” he agreed. “Victor will notice the shift soon.”The bond between the three of them still carried the flow of Ronan’s earlier emotion—stopped now, but not gone. It sat under their ribs like a live wire.They couldn’t stay.They couldn’t risk being found with Elara still within Victor’s territory.Silas turned toward her. “We leave before dawn. No delays.”Elara didn’t answer immediately.Her fingers tightened around the cloak wrapped over her shoulders, knuckles paling.“My mother…” she whispered.Silas’s jaw flexed. “We get her on the way out.”Elara shook her head slowly.“She’s not in the dungeon anymore.”Both brothers froze.Kael stepped forward first, eyes narrowing. “W