Ave Dominus Nox Novels & Stories

“A woman who has chosen hiding rather than family, you came to play the good guy?” “No.” I tilted my head. “I came to warn you.” His wolf bristled. “About what?” “You’re playing a cold game,” I whispered, stopping his wolf with a flick of my finger. “And you’re losing. You are just failing to see it.” The silence that followed was thick, suffocating even for them. Lorenzo’s voice dropped, dangerous. “To who?” “Xavier Blackthorn.” I locked eyes with him. “And Valerie. The Luna you’re underestimating more than anyone. The weak pawn that you think you can play.”

He took my left hand, pressed his lips to the inside of my wrist where my pulse thundered. “By the blood of Lucifer and the light of Selene,” he intoned, voice carrying the weight of centuries, “I, Vuk Kael Lasković, Alpha Devil of the Northern Dominion, name you Maureen Laurent—my mate, my equal, my Luna. The dominion is yours to guard, to burn, to heal. And I am yours to command, to break, to keep.” Tears slipped down my cheeks. I leaned forward, rested my forehead against his.

He watched me through the mirror as he did it. The contact stole my breath. His fingers paused, exploring with deliberate slowness, as if measuring how ready I was. My body yielded immediately. "You'll always belong to me, Crystal," he murmured. "No Claudio could ever give you this." I was about to respond. He didn't let me. One finger slid slowly inside me. My back arched against him. "Open your eyes." I hadn't realized I'd closed them. "Look at me." I did. In the mirror, he looked focused, dominant, completely certain of the control he had over me.

The Alpha King stood towering over the bleeding elder, his magnificent, scarred torso heaving with a dark, unbridled fury, his gray eyes entirely swallowed by a raging sea of liquid gold. "You touched what belongs to my Luna," Dominic whispered, his voice a gravelly, demonic vibration that made the metal frame of the jet rattle. He raised his silver-tipped combat dagger, the blade gleaming under the emergency cabin lights. "I told you I would break every bone in your body, old man." "Dominic... please... the ancestral secrets... the silver-mines..." Corvin choked out, blood bubbling past his lips as he clawed desperately at Dominic’s unyielding boot.

"Why can't I stop? This is so dangerous… Goddess, you feel so good and Ubel is telling me to keep going. Tell me to stop, Sera, please, tell me not to cum inside you." "Sera, are you ok? What's that noise? Whose voice is that? Mum and Dad are going to be furious if you've let someone in the house when they specifically told us not to " Tabitha rattles my door handle and instantly Abaddon slips out of my body, grabbing for his jacket and fumbling around with a condom.

Wallowing in guilt and shame will only set me back, but the reason the demon got out of hell was because another, more powerful demon was on a death mission. Stop it, I tell myself. This is exactly the type of negativity a demon would want me to fall into. I take a breath and look into the demon’s eyes. “Auferte malum elementa invocabo. Dimittie eam mitte erranti est ultra modum.” Evander’s head flops back and he lets out a yell. Yanking against the restraints, he jerks his head forward and back over and over, until Tabatha drops the bowl.

I won’t make it easy. Raven swallowed. This felt different—wrong, almost. Commanding Victoria, even in training, made her stomach twist. But Victoria’s gaze was steady, trusting. *We need to know you can,* she had written earlier. *If the demonkin ever bind me, you must be able to pull me free.* Raven pricked her finger again. The drop hit the bowl. She pictured the sigil for *Dominion Override*—a spiral that coiled inward like a closing fist. She thought:

Across the ground I watched Damien move toward Morrigan, each step measured and unhurried, the walk of a man who had decided that arriving slowly was the only weapon available to him right now. "Welcome." He stopped at a distance that was close enough to mean something. "I am Alpha Nox. You can call me Nox." Morrigan looked at him, her head turning slightly, her eyes moving over his face with the particular attention of someone running a check, and I saw the moment her memory placed him, the small shift in her expression that had nothing warm in it.

This man is stepping slowly. Jonathan, the leader of this group. Jonathan is one of the top leaders of Ivankov's group a godfather holding the South mafia while Nox is holding the north mafia. “Let him go jonathan we are here. Aren't you the ones you want to kill? Don't touch him” Azrael said while raising his hand as a sign of surrender. Seraphine did the same. Suddenly there were men covering their heads with plastic bags from behind Blurb, blurb, blurb. Sound of water in a large tin can as Azrael's head dipped. His hands were tied behind his back

A new group stood waiting—a cluster of three figures in dark armour accented with subtle shadow threads. At their head was a tall woman with hair like ink and eyes like polished obsidian. Her armour bore the crescent sigil of Noctis, trimmed with a faint blue glow. She bowed—not deeply—when Alessia approached. “Princess Alessia Keren Endymion,” she said. “Convergent Warden. I bring you greetings from the Noctis Regents.” Kael’s jaw clenched. Alessia kept her face neutral. “Stand straight, Commander.”