Elliot Nightray Novels & Stories

“No, thankfully, you only allowed Liam to break several of my ribs before I was finally rescued by your father. My legs are still in perfect condition. Thank you very much for checking though, Your Highness” His golden eyes narrowed, clearly annoyed, but instead of biting back like I expected, he glanced towards the man next to me instead, looking him up and down. Much to Elliot’s credit, he didn’t shy away like I would have in his shoes. “Your Highness,” Elliot greeted respectfully, bowing his head. “I’m Elliot Hale from the Moonspire pack. Pleasure to formally meet you.” “Elliot Hale? Alpha Graham’s son?” he asked. “Yes, that’s right.”

Vincent, on the other hand, looked surprised when he saw Elliot. He strode over, stopping in front of him, and extended both hands politely. "You're the special assistant from Ryan Corp, right? Hello, hello. I work at Ascend Corp, we’ve met before." Elliot did not respond. He did not look at him, and did not take his hand. Instead, he turned to me. "Nathan, everything here is pretty much packed. I’ll head out first. Let me know if you need anything." I smiled and nodded, walking him out.

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

The sparkling lights of Louisiana blazed against a background of shadowy velvet. As the helicopter swooped low over the coastline, Elliot glanced over his shoulder. Kyle was fast asleep, sitting next to the nanny he had borrowed from the Ortiz Royal Palace, “We’re almost there,” he murmured reassuringly to the uniformed woman, “may I tell you how grateful I am that you were able to join us at such notice, Neri.” Neri smiled and gave a short boy, “I’m glad to be of help. With any luck I’ll be able to put Kyle straight to bed without waking him. He’s worn out, poor little pumpkin.”

Elliott moved with a heavy, deliberate softness, his lips pressing against Noah’s as if he were memorizing the rhythm of his breath. Noah melted into him, his fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of Elliott's neck, pulling him closer until there was no air left between them. *** Two miles away, the blue glow of a laptop screen reflected in Sebastian’s eyes. The room was silent except for the frantic clicking of his mouse. On the screen, the Black Halo Elite app was open. Sebastian scrolled through the "Legend" gallery. There were dozens of photos. Noah under the strobes. Noah with his head thrown back in a laugh that looked perfect for a client.

She knew these were my final forty-eight hours of breathing. In the study, Tristan wasn't working on pack ledgers. He was staring at a series of grainy surveillance stills sent by his informants in the Blackmoor Underground. "What do we have, Elliot?" Tristan asked as his Beta's face appeared on the encrypted monitor. "The hacker from the highway incident has been identified as Ryder Clifford," Elliot Pierce reported, his voice grim. "He’s a ghost, Alpha. Works for whoever has the most silver. We traced his last signal to a safehouse near the Northcrest ruins, but he cleared out before my team arrived."

" And with that, the line goes dead. Nathan lowers the phone slowly, slipping it into his coat pocket. He remains by the window, staring out into the city as if searching for an escape route that doesn't exist. He walks quietly to the edge of the bed and sits on its side, careful not to wake her. He watches her in silence. Her brow twitches faintly in sleep. He sighs. "I’m sorry, Fallon." Then he leans down, presses a gentle kiss to her temple, and stands. Meanwhile, in a PRIVATE GENETIC RESEARCH FACILITY The hum of cold machines fills the room, steady and sterile. The fluorescent lights overhead cast pale, clinical beams across marble floors and chrome counters. It’s well past visiting hour

Sky and Elliot were enjoying it when Norah came unannounced. "What are you guys drinking?", she asked excitedly. "Can I have some too?", Norah asked looking at Emily. "Yes sure", Emily made a cup for her. "Elliot, why did you come back so early?", Norah tried to initiate a conversation with him. "Do I need to report you everything?" Elliot asked with a cold expression. Norah was stunned. That's not the Elliot whom she saw in the balcony with Sky. He was so warm and so loving towards Sky but so cold to her.

The hours passed in total silence. By five in the morning, the blue city shadow outside the window had turned into a pale, gray dawn. I lay awake, tracking the steady rise and fall of Elliot’s chest beneath my arm. He had finally fallen into a deep, natural sleep, features relaxed for the first time since the commissioner had issued the road trip order. My body felt heavy, the intense physical withdrawal of the bond finally fully satisfied by the double mating. I reached out with my left hand, fingers sliding along the dark wood of the nightstand until they brushed against the cold glass of my phone. The screen was dark, but a tiny, persistent white indicator light was flashing in the corner

“If that’s why he wants Elliot so badly? Not for an heir, necessarily, but for an ancient bloodline?” “Bingo.” Nathan paused, peering out into the night again in a paranoid fashion. “Let’s wait here a few more minutes, just in case. I really don’t wanna be running into any of Ryan’s followers tonight, but at least they were headed in the opposite direction of the town.” There was a silence. I kept thinking back to that howl. “That signal,” I said quietly. “I wonder what all of that was about.” Nathan shrugged. “A lookout, probably. Maybe they were worried about getting caught. Or they just had… other time constraints.”