Elliot Nightray Novels & Stories

It was Nathan with the latest update. "Elliot is heading towards the club; my informant is far enough from his reach. But if you need anything, they're ready to assist." Antonio pressed the button next to the radio and smiled crookedly. The sound of the song "Heathens" by twenty-one pilots played from there, accompanying the man's journey with his all-black appearance as if he was going to a funeral. It took about twenty minutes until Antonio finally arrived at the location point shared by Nathan. As described by his assistant, the nightclub where Elliot frequented was merely a place situated amidst small, seemingly inexpensive hotels. Approaching the coordinates, Antonio parked his car behi

“Are you fucking kidding me? I can’t go see her. She’s dangerous. And why are you coming?” Elliott headed to the door, chuckling. “Because I gotta see this chick, dumbass. I’ll set the alarm for noon.” He opened the door and turned with a humorously delicate wave of his fingers. “Sleep tight, superhero.” Then he was gone. Nate got out of bed and walked to the window, staring out at the city. “Fuck,” he muttered, shaking his head. ***

And she still keeps walking. Because she refuses to be fragile. We head toward another store. She is already planning what we should get next. A cradle. A nightlight. A soft pillow shaped like a moon. Her voice is full of life and hope and everything she deserves to keep. My phone buzzes. Elliot. I answer, still watching Elara study a display of baby blankets through the glass window. “Where are you?” His voice is tight. “Shopping,” I say slowly. “Garrett called. One of the trackers on Nicolas yacht just blinked back online. Near the river banks.” Every word is clipped, sharp, afraid.

Elliot was not that kind of client. He ordered food from somewhere that delivered in bags too beautiful to be practical and left half of it in the kitchen with a note that said simply enough for two without making it an offer Kieran would feel obligated to respond to. When Kieran came out of the guest suite at six to do an evening perimeter check, Elliot was on the terrace with a glass of something amber, watching the city go from blue dusk to orange sodium-light with the particular stillness of someone who was very good at being alone.

“It is in the height of night, not morning, but these creatures are smart and think a bit ahead. Maybe they were hungry.” “Gods . . . ” Ralta gasped and shook his head. Back to his figures, Gaius suggested, “You’d best get a proper move on with that pyre, Ralta.” Though Ralta pondered his meaning, he turned away from the scribe with speed and did just that. ***

Ryker asked, standing in the doorway and looking at Elliott like he was trespassing in his house. “Nope, nope. Just… checking on the niece. You know Cadon is back there chomping at the bit to have his turn up here.” Elliott got up and moved behind Jo’s chair so that Ryker could get back into the pilot’s seat. “Will he fall asleep on the job?” Ryker asked, giving Jo the side-eye. She had no defense, so she said nothing. “I don’t know. He slept a little earlier, so probably not,” Elliott said, either not putting it together that Jo had fallen asleep or pretending like he didn’t so that she could save face.

Whether that should have comforted me or frightened me, I could not yet tell. Elliott nodded once, then turned his head toward me. His face softened into a more manageable smile, though urgency still sat in his eyes. “I have to deal with something important,” he said. “Thraia will come fetch you. Wait here for a moment.” I nodded slowly. He turned and walked back through the glass doors with Den following close behind him. As the larger man moved, my eyes instinctively caught the back of his neck, and I froze. There, just below his hairline, was the same tattoo I had seen before.

~~~~~~~~~~ THE NURSERY — SAME NIGHT Emilio sat in bed, a single candle flickering on his nightstand. Aria entered, sat beside him. He looked up at her. “Will you choose him?” he asked. Her voice cracked. “Never.” He rested his head on her arm. “Then don’t let him become me.” ~~~~~~~~~~ ROME — ELIAS’ ESTATE — FINAL SCENE Elias walked the rooftop garden. Alone. Watching the lightning. A courier approached. Whispered. Handed him a report. Elias opened it. Echo’s status: contained. He smiled.

THIRD POV *************** Zayne Nightwood was busy in an extremely important meeting. Upholding his dominance, where nothing else outside these windows existed for him and his company. It was a high-stake deal, he knew for further success, he needed to be successful. “Do not make us regret giving up Mr. Reynold's order.” “Rest assured. You won’t be.” Soon, his phone vibrated, he glanced at the screen. Elijah. He swiped it into silence. He was a businessman at the moment, he didn't interrupt a multimillion-dollar merger for a security check-in.

A small wince escaped Rayne’s lips and I found myself unintentionally wrapping my arm more around her feeble body. "A very powerful witch," she answered me. "Adrian, I need you to keep holding Rayne just like that. The process is going to be really painful and she might need to hold onto you and I'll need you to calm her down. We don’t want to add any more salt to her cuts." Elizabeth spoke to me and I nodded. I glanced at Rayne and saw tears trickling down her blue face. This change of colour was not a good sign at all. She was in dire need for oxygen. I sat against the wall and held her protectively in my arms. My mind refused to believe that Rayne might die that night. I could not believe