Novels by Zara Nightwood

Zoe stood in the centre of the Red Water Pack living room, her chest rising and falling as her mind pieced everything together: Jacob, Mario, the attack, the disappearance, then it clicked. Her eyes sharpened. “I think I know where Jacob is.” Lucas immediately stepped forward “Where?” Zoe turned toward him, “The old northern ridge,” she said.“The one near the abandoned ravine. He always goes there when he needs to think… or when he’s injured and doesn’t want the pack to see.” Lucas cursed under his breath, “That makes sense.” Zoe didn’t waste another second “The pack is in chaos right now,” she continued quickly. “We need to stabilise things.” Lucas nodded.“Agreed.” Zoe pointed toward the door “You stay here.” Lucas frowned. “What?”

The hallway felt too small, too quiet, too wrong. Zoe stood frozen for half a second after James finished speaking, the name Mario echoing in her mind like a warning bell. Then everything inside her snapped into focus. “I need to leave”, James blinked. “What?”“I need to go to Red Water.” Her voice was steady, certain. Behind her, Zack’s footsteps quickened. “Zoe—” She turned toward him, her eyes already burning with urgency. “I need to help Jacob.” Zack stopped a few feet away, his expression hardening immediately. “It’s dangerous.”“I don’t care.”“You can’t just leave—”“I don’t

The next three days blurred together; time didn’t exist, the outside world didn't exist, the cabin became their entire universe, heat, bond connection. Celeste and Zeus were finally in sync- no hesitation. And for those three days, Zoe stopped thinking. There was no morning, no night, no responsibilities, no past, not even the question that had haunted Zoe for a long time, because for the first time in what felt like forever, Zoe stopped thinking.They were… aligned, perfect, and that changed everything because Zoe felt it in every breath, every touch and heartbeat. The bond wasn't just there anymore; it had wrapped around her. Three days...three days where the world disappeared, where everything between them burned away, leaving only what was real.On the fourth day, Zoe woke slowly, the silence was the first thing she noticed, just quiet and peaceful, and her body fe

The moment they stepped out of the restaurant, the cool night air hit Zoe’s skin—but it did nothing to calm the storm inside her. Zack’s jaw was tight as he opened the car door for her. “I swear,” he said, his voice low and controlled, “I will talk to Angela and Joel.”Zoe slid into the passenger seat, crossing her arms. “You should.” Zack shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side “If she behaves like that again,” he continued as he started the engine, “I’ll send her away from the pack.” Zoe didn’t respond immediately. Part of her was still furious, part of her was exhausted, and another part…was distracted.Something was changing; she shifted slightly in her seat, Zack noticed insta

Zoe stepped out of the car and stared up at the restaurant in front of her. Soft golden lights illuminated the building, glass windows reflecting the city skyline, and elegant décor visible even from outside. She raised an eyebrow. “Wow… this looks expensive.” Zack walked around the car and opened her door properly, offering his hand. “It is.”Zoe took his hand and stepped out, her heels clicking softly against the pavement. He smirked slightly. “Well… I own it.” Zoe stopped mid-step. “You’re joking.”“I’m not.” She looked at him again, genuinely surprised. “Of course you do,” she muttered. Zack chuckled and led her inside.The atmosphere inside was even m

The room smelled faintly of perfume and hairspray as Zoe stood in front of the mirror while Jessica circled her like a very focused stylist. “Stop moving,” Jessica said, holding Zoe’s chin gently. “I’m not moving.”“You are breathing.”“Jessica…” Jessica stepped back and admired her work. “There.” Zoe looked into the mirror. Her black dress hugged her figure perfectly, the soft fabric outlining every curve without being overly revealing. The slit along her leg showed just enough skin when she moved, and the heels made her legs look long and elegant.Jessica had kept the makeup simple —just enough foundation to smooth her skin, a light blush —but her eyes—Jessica had made them pop. Dark liner framed Zoe&rsqu

The forest was still. The air was heavy with the scent of ash and wet earth, a quiet reminder of the war that had raged through Moonridge just nights before. Every wolf in the pack sensed the tension, every heartbeat echoing through the trees as if the forest itself were holding its breath. At the heart of the pack house, Rowan stood on the ridge overlooking the valley. His black wolf form coiled with restrained power, eyes scanning the distant treeline where Kael’s forces had vanished. He had expected a counterattack, another wave of darkness, but for now, there was silence. Peace, fragile and tentative, hung over Moonridge like a silver veil. Aria stood beside him, her silver eyes reflecting the moonlight. The full power of the Silver Moon still lingered in her, coursing through her veins like liquid light. She cou

The moon hung full and heavy over Moonridge, casting a silver glow across the forest. Every leaf, every blade of grass, seemed to vibrate with the tension that had settled over the pack. Rowan stood at the ridge, black fur bristling, jaw tight, eyes scanning the horizon. His warriors were ready, but even the strongest among them knew that tonight would decide everything. Kael’s forces were approaching, organised, relentless, and determined to destroy Moonridge once and for all. Aria stood beside him, her silver eyes glowing faintly, the residual power of the Silver Moon still coursing through her veins. Tonight, that power would be fully unleashed. She could feel it, alive, roaring beneath her skin, waiting for the moment to erupt. “Are you ready?” Rowan asked, voice low but commanding.

Moonridge was quiet for the first time in days.The forest seemed to hold its breath. The air shimmered faintly under the silver glow of the full moon, and every wolf in the pack sensed it. Even Rowan, standing atop the ridge overlooking their territory, felt the tension coil inside him like a living thing.Aria sat beside him, her gaze fixed on the moon. The strange energy that had surged within her during the last battle was pulsing stronger tonight. It felt alive, ancient, and boundless, as if the moon itself had embedded a piece of its soul within her.“You feel it too,” Rowan said quietly, his hand brushing lightly against hers.She nodded, her silver eyes reflecting the moonlight. “It’s… different now. Stronger. More demanding.”Rowan’s wolf growled beneath his skin. He could sense the raw potential waiting inside her

The forest beyond Moonridge territory seemed alive with menace.Rowan moved swiftly through the trees, his wolf surging alongside him. Every sense was alert, every muscle ready. Behind him, Moonridge warriors followed in silence, their nerves taut but their loyalty unshakable.Aria ran beside him, silver eyes scanning the darkness. Her senses were still heightened from the last battle. The energy inside her pulsed faintly, like moonlight under her skin. She could feel Kael’s presence ahead, a dark aura that made her wolf bristle.Rowan slowed near a ridge overlooking the valley. Below, the enemy camp stretched across the open forest floor. Fires flickered in scattered circles. Shadows moved among them. The golden glint of Kael’s eyes caught the torchlight.“There,” Aria whispered.Rowan nodded grimly. His jaw was tight, his black wolf coiling like a spring inside him. He glanced

Smoke still drifted through the Moonridge courtyard long after the enemy wolves had vanished into the forest.Warriors rushed between buildings, stamping out flames and carrying the wounded to the healer’s hall. The scent of ash mixed with blood hung thick in the air, leaving a bitter taste at the back of every wolf’s throat.Rowan stood at the centre of the courtyard, his chest rising and falling as he tried to contain the fury boiling inside him.The attack had been precise.Strategic.Timed perfectly.Which meant only one thing.Someone inside Moonridge had warned Kael exactly when the pack would be vulnerable.Aria approached slowly, her silver eyes reflecting the flickering firelight.“You’re thinking about the traitor again.”Rowan exhaled sharply.“

The forest was silent after Lena’s final breath.Too silent.Rowan knelt beside her body, his hands stained with her blood. The scent of it hung thick in the cold morning air, metallic and sharp. Around them, the Moonridge warriors stood tense, their wolves restless beneath their skin.Lena’s lifeless eyes stared toward the pale sky.She had almost spoken the truth.Almost.Rowan clenched his jaw.“Damn it.”Aria stood several feet away, staring into the treeline where the blade had come from. Her instincts screamed that whoever had thrown it was already gone.But they had been close.Too close.“They were watching,” she said quietly.Rowan rose slowly, fury radiating from him like heat from a wildfire.“I know.”

Theron Blackveil had spent most of his life mastering control, not winning it, not borrowing it, but mastering it. He had learned early that power meant nothing without discipline. Strength without control was chaos, and chaos got people killed. Wolves understood instinct before reason, blood before logic, dominance before restraint. But Theron had never allowed himself the luxury of being ruled by impulse, no matter what others assumed when they looked at him.They saw his size. The eyes. The way silence shifted when he entered a room. They mistook stillness for simplicity. That had always amused him, until her. Now control felt less like a skill and more like something slipping between his fingers one breath at a time. Theron stood on the western training terrace, staring out across the academy grounds while dawn’s crimson light bled over the black stone towers. Blood Oath Academy never truly saw morning.The fractured moon dimmed and brightened in endless cycles, but the sky remain

Theron Blackveil had spent most of his life mastering control, not winning it, not borrowing it, but mastering it. He had learned early that power meant nothing without discipline. Strength without control was chaos, and chaos got people killed. Wolves understood instinct before reason, blood before logic, dominance before restraint. But Theron had never allowed himself the luxury of being ruled by impulse, no matter what others assumed when they looked at him.They saw his size. The eyes. The way silence shifted when he entered a room. They mistook stillness for simplicity. That had always amused him, until her. Now control felt less like a skill and more like something slipping between his fingers one breath at a time. Theron stood on the western training terrace, staring out across the academy grounds while dawn’s crimson light bled over the black stone towers. Blood Oath Academy never truly saw morning.The fractured moon dimmed and brightened in endless cycles, but the sky remain

TThe Hollow Grounds were quieter than the rest of the academy. Not peaceful. Not calm. Just quieter in the way abandoned places were quiet, as if sound itself hesitated before entering. Virelle followed the stone path away from the main courtyard, each step carrying her farther from the grand towers and burning silver lanterns of Blood Oath Academy and deeper into something more isolated. The air felt different here. Colder. Thinner. It carried the scent of rain-damp stone, dead leaves, and something sharper beneath it—something old enough to have seeped into the bones of the place.The path curved between crumbling archways and low walls wrapped in dark ivy. The architecture still belonged to the academy, but it looked forgotten here. Neglected. As if this part of the grounds had once mattered and no longer did. Which, Virelle suspected, was exactly why they had put her here. Temporary quarters in the Hollow Grounds. She was not assigned to a house. Not welcomed by the wolves. Not c

The doors did not open like doors; they parted, slowly and silently, as if the stone itself had decided to let them pass. Virelle stood at the threshold, her body still humming faintly from the oath, her palm tingling where the wound had already sealed.The chamber behind her felt different now—distant, almost—like stepping out of something that had already begun to claim her.Bound, the word echoed uncomfortably in her mind. She flexed her fingers, testing her hand again. No pain. No blood. Just that faint silver line, barely visible, like the memory of something that should not have disappeared so quickly, like magic, real magic.She swallowed hard and stepped forward. Themoment she crossed the threshold, the air changed.It was colder out here—not the biting cold o

No one told Virelle where to look. But every instinct in her body told her not to look down.Not at the glowing sigil beneath her feet. Not at the silver-veined stone that still hummed with the aftershock of whatever had awakened below the academy. Not at the mark on her collarbone, which had finally dimmed from a blinding flare into a slow, dangerous pulse.Instead, she forced herself to look up at the people surrounding her, at the vampires watching with cold fascination, at the wolves watching with sharpened distrust. The ancient man stood before them all as if the entire chamber belonged to him. Maybe it did.The silence stretched too long. It curled around the room like a live thing, thick with tension and expectation. Virelle’s heart had not slowed since she crashed into this place, but now it beat with a new rhythm, not just fear, but awareness.Every eye in the chamber was on her, not glancing, not curious, but locked. She could feel their attention like hands pressing into he

The world did not disappear all at once; it shattered. Virelle felt it in fragments, like glass breaking in slow motion, each piece of reality splintering away from her as she was dragged through something that had no shape, no direction, no end. The crimson light surrounded her, but it wasn’t just light. It moved. It breathed. It watched. Her scream was swallowed before it could fully leave her throat. There was no air here, no ground, no sky, only the pull.It wrapped around her like invisible chains, tightening with every second, dragging her deeper into the rift that had torn open in her room. Her fingers clawed at nothing, searching for something solid, something real—but there was nothing to grab onto. Nothing to stop her fall.'This isn’t real. The thought barely formed before something answered. It is now. The voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t echo. It existed inside her head, as if it had always been there, waiting for her to notice it.Virelle gasped, her chest tightening as th