Elliot Nightray Novels & Stories

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 turned—and came face-to-face with Nate Carter. Ryder’s friend. His teammate. Hw smiled at me, grinning showing those pearly white teeth. I gulped. He was dressed in a Ravencrest hoodie, sleeves pushed up over toned forearms. His dark brown hair was slightly tousled, his eyes sharp and unreadable. I straightened. “Nate.” Elara grinned at him, her eyes definitely checking him out. “Oh. Hello.” Nate smirked. “And you are?” “Elara,” she said smoothly, flipping her hair.

Raymond frowned, his dark eyes nailed on the car as it drove off into the darkness. "Yes, right away, Alpha." Theo stared at his phone, but only hesitated when he saw the picture, "Wait..." "What?!" Raymond grabbed the phone, staring at the picture and his eyes narrowed-- "Why is the face so familiar?" "Why is the face so familiar?" Mumbled Theo at the same time. "That's Eddie Marianus!" Sandy yelped with her head pressed close to Raymond, "Founder of Nightingale! You know? The newly risen luxury brand?! I can't believe this!"

"This lovely lady was kind enough to offer me some breakfast while I… waited for you." Mary met my gaze shook her head sideways. He was lying and I knew it. She also gave me a small nod and I immediately understood that she was telling me not to fight him and I forced myself to remain calm. "What do you want, Elliot?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. He leaned back in his chair and smirked. "I want what you took from me, Rayne" I forced myself not to scoff at him and instead allowed my thoughts to take over my mind. How did he find the safehouse? How was I going to protect the kids and Mary?

Elliot smirked, flexing his blade. Vitale moved forward. He aimed for the blade. He continued until the sharp end of the blade was stroking his throat. The edge was so sharp, it made a little cut, and crimson red seeped from within. "What brings you here I have to ask Elliot? Does this have to do with Alaska Nightshade? Again?" My mom? What did she have to do with this? I instinctively pulled closer to Elliot. I trusted the man. Even though all I had of him were fragments of forgotten memories from my distant childhood.

Gratitude swells within him, knowing that this moment of vulnerability had been contained within the trusted circle of his hopeful mates. After the intense events of the night, Naida retired to their shared tent, seeking solace and rest. Meanwhile, Tritan and Finrir concluded their watch shift without coment, each lost in their own thoughts. As the soft hues of the waystick transformed into a subtle shade of purple, indicating the passing of an hour past midnight, they roused Lucious and Markous to take over the next watch shift.

Mike pinched the bridge of his nose, struggling. It was eight in the evening and a black Rolls-Royce pulled up in Elliot's yard. Elliot went upstairs and heard Avery reading stories to Layla when he walked past the children's room, so he headed back to his room for a shower. About half an hour later, Avery walked out of the children's room and strode into the master bedroom. Elliot had come out of the shower and was blow-drying his hair, so she stood outside the bathroom door, watching him.

She then began to look for a way to open the skylight. She looked under the bed for a remote that might have dropped, but could not find it. She then searched the dresser, recliner, and closet, but still, nothing was found. She soon began to touch the small buttons on the windowsill. She heard a soft hum and looked around to see what had changed. A beam of light shot from her right and it began to grow. Hae Mina stepped back and watched the walls retract and reveal the night and ocean. She climbed on the sill and used the headboard to rest her back on as she watched the moonbeams dance on the waves.

Laurent had spent years chasing, was happening naturally. Without machines. Without control. Without him. Then Elliot suddenly looked at his tablet. And went pale. “Oh no.” Everyone turned immediately. Not again. “What now?” Nathan groaned. Elliot swallowed hard. Then slowly looked up. “There are more coming.” Silence fell. “How many?” Victor asked. Elliot stared at the screen. His face drained of color. “All of them.” He replied. Silence crashed through the tunnel. Then from somewhere deep below,