Elliot Nightray Novels & Stories

Nite, one of Foedus' members classified as an assassin, told me they had caught those hackers and were on the island yesterday. "Where's Elliot anyway?" I suddenly remembered to ask the whereabouts of our lawyer friend as I needed something from Elliot. "Invite him the next day as I want to test the new drugs supplied by some new dealers Jake and Jeru talked to." Among my six co-founders and best buddies, I always tripped on Elliot because he is the most short-tempered, and it's funny to put him on some 'wonderful' trips of mine. "Daxon said he and Elliot are still in Las Vegas. Try the drugs on Logan, as I wanna see how he performs," ​​Lev answered with a groan. "That cousin of yours is get

“Just walk it off.” “Hold your horses. I’m coming. Whoa. Did you just call me baby?” Kate’s grin widens. “I said YOU baby.” “You liar. I know you said baby and you want to get my contact info…” Nathan segues, digging into his chest flap pocket and taking out a piece of paper. “Come find me when all the dust has settled.” Kate brings the piece of paper close to her light. “Negativeeight?” she reads. “Yeah, that’s my IGN on Dungeon Raydens. I play a mean Rigelius Prime.”

Elara asked Damian in bewilderment, but Damian seemed indifferent to what Elara was saying. "Hurry up and come down," Damian replied to her, prompting Elara to follow begrudgingly as they descended from the helicopter. Damian guided her down, holding her hand, and as they reached the vast training ground, some of Damian's gamma were there, keeping watch as they landed. Elara felt a rush of nerves, utterly unaware of the grandeur that awaited her at Nightraven. She had thought she was just taking a train ride, heading towards the main gate, and seeking shelter in a simple village they had.

a familiar voice said from the doorway. Lyra didn’t jump. Years of OR control kept her from doing anything so obvious. But her shoulders did stiffen a fraction before she turned. Elias leaned on the frame, badge clipped to his belt, hair slightly damp from whatever late patrol he’d just finished. Human. Ex-military. Very good at seeing angles. “You know it’s after midnight,” he said. “Normal people go home sometimes.” “Good thing none of us in this building qualify,” Lyra said. “What do you need?”

He didn’t sleep that night. When the first gray light of dawn finally crept through the blinds of his private quarters, Elias stood under the scalding spray of the shower, one hand braced against the tiled wall, the other wrapped tight around his aching cock. He stroked himself with rough, punishing strokes, eyes squeezed shut, trying to think of anything—anyone—else. But all he could see was pale gray eyes burning with challenge and a tattooed compass pointing straight down into damnation. He came hard, biting back a groan that still sounded too much like Zion’s name.

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.

Orhan, still leaning in the doorway, just shook his head slowly. Out in the hallway, the door clicked shut behind us, muffling the oppressive atmosphere of the apartment. We walked towards the stairs in a quiet. At the last step, Arman stopped and turned to me. His usual warm expression was serious, his eyes searching mine. “Elliot,” he began, his voice low. “That night… when you said you missed someone. Was that… him? Jax Ryder?” There was no point in denying it. The cat was out of the bag. A flush of heat crept up my neck. “Yes,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “It was.”

Just plans. “We intercept the Hollow data convoy tonight. We cut their lifeline. We find Tobias Vale and we end the Chair.” Reina: “And if Naomi dies in the process?” Jayce: “Then she dies knowing we tried.” --- That night, in the rain, trucks collided beneath the old Navarro Bridge. Gunfire erupted. Drones screamed. Eli and Dante fought back to back—scars glowing faintly beneath Hollow-tampered skin. Jayce breached the truck’s cargo bay.

The weight of what you didn’t see will destroy you. What hadn’t he seen? Hours later, as the group prepared to retire for the night, Elliot lingered in the hallway outside his room. Something about the evening—the death, the notes, the storm—it gnawed at him, refusing to let go. As he turned to enter his room, he noticed something on the floor by the baseboard. Another note. He picked it up and unfolded it, his heart pounding. This is only the beginning. Elliot looked up sharply, his breath catching. A figure stood at the end of the hallway, just visible in the dim light.

"I’ve already guessed this will happen, so I asked the maids to prepare your luggage for you." I can’t believe this. They all want to send me away! "Are you okay with this, Elliot? I mean, you're my mate, and yet you—Ah! Never mind." Elliot just looks at me for a second before urging me to get ready. "The Alpha of The Nightreapers is waiting for you downstairs. Please don’t make him wait any longer," he says, pushing me to the bathroom. "Hey, Elliot! You don’t really care about me now, do you?"