Ave Dominus Nox Novels & Stories

Nimueh asked “If you would keep your promise then I would keep mine” Sophie assured her “Very well” Nimueh nodded. “The man I seek vengeance from is Legion, the leader of the werewolf that turned you into what you are…. Once I have your powers I will come for him and trust me” “Legion won’t know what hit him” *****************

“You never retire from that world, darling. You just learn to control how deep the claws go.” Dominique rubbed her temple, voice fraying. “Then who is he? Who is the Fox?” Her mother paused. “That…” she said finally, “is what terrifies me.” Dominique felt something cold slide down her spine. Her mother turned fully now, all pretense of polish gone. “He’s not new. The Fox was a shadow on my back long before I became Domina Noir. He called himself a curator. He had files on every domme who rose to prominence. He'd send riddles. Footage. Proof that he was always watching—but never touching. Not until you refused to play by his rules.”

"But I've decided it's a rule now." "......" Moments later, the gates open. Not because we broke them, but because someone important has arrived. A woman steps out, surrounded by nervous security guards. She is tall, elegant, wearing a black dress that looks like it was woven from shadows. A beauty mark sits perfectly near her lip, and she wears thin, silver-rimmed glasses. Dean Lilith Nox. The Goddess of Night. One of the Twelve Supreme Seats. She looks down at our wrecked car, then at us. "So," she says, her voice smooth and dangerous. "This is your method of knocking?"

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

“You’re strong as hell.” “Thanks,” I say, leaning on him, blood on my lips. “Love you.” “Love you too,” he says, kissing me hard, heat building as we press close in a quiet crevice, our bond like a damn wildfire. The dominion’s core is a ruined temple, relics pulsing with dark lore—Calix bound the dominion to control realms, its power waking now. Guardians swarm, hissing, “You’re not worthy!” My light and Jude’s shadows blend, burning them to ash, but I’m fading, heart weak.

It reached out a long, slender hand, its nails hovering just centimeters from her throat. "You are the key to the vault," the creature continued, its eyes swirling with a hypnotic, intoxicating violet. "The Council has decided that the Silver Thorn will no longer be a weapon of the Church, nor a plaything for Vesper. You will be our witness." The iron door finally buckled, the metal shrieking as it was peeled back like tin foil. Dominic stood in the threshold, his black robes billowing, his face twisted in a mask of righteous, terrifying fury. He held a high-frequency sonic emitter, a weapon he clearly intended to use to wipe the archives clean of every living thing”human or otherwise.

The Northern packs were different; they barely met their fated mates, and even when they did, they didn't usually follow the moon goddess's wishes like the other three axis. Always being the black sheep. “He didn’t choose it,” Brevin said, his eyes also glistening with unshed tears. “The curse of feral madness... it took him. I’ve seen it, Dominus. He loses himself in those moments. It’s like watching a part of him die. He attacked all three of us; he doesn't recognize any of his children anymore.” Dominus felt a surge of anger within him. “Why didn’t anyone tell me? I could’ve been here. I could’ve helped!”

Coop reared back as if slapped, “What the fuck? Den, listen to me. We can’t do this. We can’t mess around with this shit. Look at that thing!” The candles were extinguished again, and the thing standing in the middle of the circle was back. Slowly, it began to move. It’s bones grinded against one another as it lifted one of its arms and pointed a single, needle-like finger…right at me. “It’s…it’s…it’s…” Sarah stammered, “It’s pointing at Ophelia.” “Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae!” Denver commanded, “Speak your name at once!” “I am Abaddon of the Pit.” It spoke.

Trying to spot the right time to eat all of them. "D-Dominus…" Hunter called him. Dominus stopped for a while when he heard Hunter's little whisper. His ears can hear voices, even at its very whisper. He closes his eyes, there is nothing he can do now. His identity was already broadcasted. He just wants to take these people down and go alone again after as he doesn't know if they can still accept him despite the things that have been revealed.