Elliot Nightray Novels & Stories

Elliot is staring blankly at the wall ahead of him, and Oscar has his head in his hands. There’s a knock at the door. “Beta, you have a visitor,” a voice calls. I straighten. Fuck knows who would be visiting us today. Verity, our assistant, pushes open the door, and in walks my uncle Nicholas, General Edwardo, followed by a couple of men who, from their size, build and green Task Force uniforms, I assume are warriors. And a small Bohemian woman. My mind takes a while to catch up. 'Fuck, Zahra’s tattoo deactivation was scheduled for today,' Elliot reminds me.

Romeo POV The whole morning, I was working with Nate and Elliot. Those two are unstoppable machines. The work that got behind the whole Paige Luna failure ceremony and finding Stella as my mate was completed one morning. Nate took care of training schedules, patrol rotations, supervisor appointments, and everything concerning pack security. Elliot managed to get further information on the areas where we found financial discrepancies, and personally reviewed the Omega's living facilities, finding out that they were below average and lived in precarious conditions. That was completely unacceptable.

After barely eating anything, she got up and took her tray, and placed it in one of the racks dedicated for it. Pulling her id out from her pocket, she walked to the employee’s elevator and swiped her card. She got in still lost in her thoughts about Dimitri. Ayra was never the social butterfly but if she wanted to get something out of her residence if not anything, just an experience and recognition, she had to get through to Dimitri. She was about to walk into his cabin when someone called out for her, “Dr. Riviera, it’s good that you are here, we have immediate surgery and Dr. Vittori is waiting for you in surgery room 4,” she said.

Although Nathaniel had given me permission to stay out late, it was of no use. I was going to go upstairs, drink water, sleep, and in the morning, I would figure out what came next. Mainly because that was all I could do right now. But first, I would have to call Pamela. She needs to understand that Elliot tricked me. The lights were on in the living room. I almost walked past because Nathaniel always had the lights on for some reason; he often left them on when he fell asleep, resting on the couch after a long shift. I had covered him with a blanket more times than I could count over the past two years.

When I walked into my suite, Xander and Elias were still asleep. I checked them both, and they were resting quietly. So, I called down for some pizzas for all of us, knowing that Elias and Xander would be famished when they woke. "Dining Room," someone said, sounding not nearly as professional as Sebastian had sounded. But of course, Sebastian was with the member of Nightshade, terrorizing him with his implements of destruction. I hoped he got some useful information soon. We had to find their headquarters before all of Nevada is crawling with them.

Elliot. What was he doing here? All eyes in the room flew in my direction, but my gaze was stuck on the man I loathed the most. I felt my eyes water as his mouth slowly tugged into that evil grin he would always flash at me before he turned his whole body around to face me. ¤¤¤¤¤ RILEY. "Alpha, a man named Elliot Castello is asking permission to meet with you. He said he’s from the Moon Stone Pack and he knew Nadia."

Selith threw his frame onto the heavy fur couch, aggressively opening his communication crystal to link with my frequency. "Orion, the deployment parameters for the Wraithfang Recon Unit require a localized network bypass, and my claws will execute the terminal script before the evening watch," I stated, shifting the digital schematics across the war table as our initial strategy session drew to a close. The technical overhaul was accelerating rapidly within Nighthowl Systems, and my mind was bursting with fresh structural configurations. I refused to waste a single watch inside the communal feasting pavilions, so I turned my gold eyes toward Orion Greyclaw. "Command your enforcers to bring

Disgust. Kai’s voice cut in. “Say Hi. Don’t worry, Ryder won’t bite.” Lie. I swallowed again as I tried to find my voice before speaking. “Hi.” I said very softly as my hands trembled beside me. But he didn’t respond as he started eating, completely ignoring me. “Anyway,” Kai continued, as if Ryder’s disdain was completely normal. He pointed at the Raven in front of him. “That’s Elliot Kane. Wide receiver. Number 4 and currently obsessed with one of the strays.”

Just getting close enough to see what Cassidy was moving and where she was keeping it. Marcus would handle overwatch from a rooftop overlooking the eastern gate. Damien would be in the van, feeding live intel through Elara’s earpiece. Elara herself would go in disguised as one of the dock workers, blending with the night shift. Lena didn’t like it, but she didn’t argue further. She knew from experience that once Elara set her mind on something, the only way to change it was to be there to back her up. The next night, the rain had stopped, leaving the city streets slick and reflective under the streetlights. East Harbor loomed ahead—a jagged silhouette of cranes, cargo containers, and towerin

“Where's Rion?” I held back a gasp when I heard a baritone voice behind me. I turned towards Elliot, who was simply staring at those people entering his club. Seriously, this man is very different from all the club owners I have met. Elliot mostly sleeps during the day, and he roams the club at night like a freaking ghost. I just found out from Manager Kelly that he lives on the top floor of this building. I sighed before leaning over to the counter, my face resting on my palms. My gaze followed Elliot’s, and the two of us glanced at the people entering the club like some bored creeps.