Novel & Cerita Arielle Moore And Vinson Nightshade

When he got to his room, he moved the small statue on his desk and a part of his desk drawer came loose. He opens it and there’s a small vault. He entered his code and inside there was a small glass vial in the shape of a capsule. Inside it is a dark-concentrated liquid consisting of Vervain mixed with Nightshade. Two deadly plants that could burn, poison, and kill a Vampire. “I never knew this vial would see the light of day,” he said to himself as he took it and wore it as a necklace around his neck. CONCURRENTLY… In Qillalon’s room.

Like I didn’t know exactly how she sounded when she came. “Mr. Hale.” Her voice was steady. Professional. Cold. “I’m Arielle Moore from Luxe Interiors. Thank you for the opportunity to present today.” Mr. Hale. Not Dominic. Not baby. Not the way she used to say my name when I made her forget everything but the feeling of me. I forced myself to stand. To reach for her hand. Her skin was still soft. Still warm. The touch lasted three seconds. A professional handshake. It took everything in me not to pull her against me. Not to bury my face in her neck and breathe her in. Not to beg her to forget the last three years and just let me hold her.

“But the bond is the oldest cage of all.” The room trembled. A new presence pressed down on everything—heavy, ancient, not Hollow King, not tracker, not Selah. The Moon. Even here, inside the bond, it arrived like gravity. A voice—not in my ears, but in my bones—spoke once, low and vast: ASHBOUND. The word shook the nursery walls. Selah’s smile faltered. The shadow inside Kieran went still. Kieran’s blue eyes widened in desperate hope. “Aria,” he whispered. “It’s you. It’s calling you.”

“Dinner is at seven. I’ve laid out a few dress options. Let me know if you need anything else.” She left. The door clicked shut. Arielle stood in the middle of the room. Her cheap duffel bag looked ridiculous on the expensive bed. She walked to the window. Stared out at the grounds trying to get a break. This was real. She was really doing this. Moving into the house of the family that killed her father. Pretending to be in love with their heir. Her phone buzzed. Unknown number. *I see you made your choice. Be careful, Arielle. The Moreaus eat people like you for breakfast.

They were just in front of the space between the haunted house and the acrobat tent. “Hey, what the—” she said, crossing her right ankle over her left knee so she could see the sole. There was something dark and sticky like thick syrup all over the rubber bottom. A pool of the dark stuff was seeping out of the shadows between the tent and the haunted house. Jake crouched down to try to get a closer look and Lauren joined him. She got a whiff of it then and stood up quickly, backing away. “Hey, what’s the matter?” he said.

Individual herbs were still in bloom, the grass gave off a spicy scent under the wetness of the falling night. Pareios sat on the ground at the edge of the meadow and leaned against a tree. Breathing heavily, Aurelia sat down next to him and they both watched the quiet, nocturnal landscape for a while. Pareios put his arm around her and pulled her closer so that her head came to rest at the crook of his neck. She enjoyed the touch, drew in his warmth, surrendered to the memory of his lips on hers. “It's kind of weird, isn't it? They follow us, but let us go and now we have Jesper ..., it doesn't go together somehow ... "

so I was not surprised by his request. "Her name is Ariel. Let's go meet her." I said standing, my hands finding their way to my hair as I smoothed my hair back. Vincent paled at the name, did he know Ariel? I wondered but how was that possible? Or did he meet her during his move from one pack to another, that was possible. He looked stunned and lost in thought. I had to shake him out of whatever it was. I took him upstairs to meet Ariel. (Vincent's POV)

I was quiet at first, a million thoughts running through my head, struggling to decide whether or not I was just going to say the truth. “I was just returning to the ceremony and we both should do that.” I said, but Aria was hovering over her on the bed and she wouldn't move. “I think you should just tell her,” Ragner said. Logan seemed to agree. Aria's face showed she was getting impatient. “Aria, this is Violetta Nightshade,” I introduced, “years before the moon goddess gave me Helen, we were betrothed…our fathers were inseparable and made a commitment that we'd end up together.” I paused,

This man was probably some kind of ghost! "Do you know who I am? I'll skin you alive if you dare anger me!" Violet said haughtily. Violet was the infamous Nightshade. Nightshade was famous among the underground forces, the top assassin at the Novya Assassin Agency. She would kill anyone, no matter the risk, as long as the client had enough money. No one knew who Nightshade actually was apart from the head of the Novya Guild. Even her gender was no more than a guess to the public. She was the guild's greatest and best-kept secret.

"Arielle has already told me what she knows, so I will now give a detailed report of all the information we have. Is there anyone opposed to this?" Tyler asks. The alphas glance at each other, but no one raises their hand. "Seeing as there are no refusals, I will start," Tyler continues. "As we all know, we were made aware of this plot when we noticed an increase in rogue attacks. Thus, we formed this alliance. The next major event was Arielle's kidnapping. As you have been made aware, Arielle is a lycan, so barely any drugs work on her, but somehow she was sedated. This means that our opponent has the resources to create a previously unknown drug that is effective on lycans." Tyler pauses a