Elliot Nightray Novels & Stories

"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?

She asked, making Laila scoff. “How I’m I supposed to know?”Laila jerk her away. “Aish I thought you knew everything,guess I was wrong”Nina sneered making Laila look at her in disbelief with her mouth parted to say something but got interrupted by Liam entering with someone beside him. “Guys meet Elliot he's going to be working here from now on,he is just like a brother to me so respect him the way you respect me”Liam stated before leaving Elliot standing there as all eyes were on him.

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,

“Elias… finish it.” Kairis whispered, “Please don’t die up there.” Kai, barely standing, murmured, “He won’t. He’s Elias.” Dorian crossed his arms tightly. “No… he’s Valarieth.” Up in the sky, Elias finally found an opening— He slammed his palm into Nihareth’s chest, glyphs bursting out like chains of sunlight. Nihareth screamed as the glyphs pierced through him, pulling the darkness away from Tristan’s flesh inch by inch.

My eyes fix on a place on the wall, but I’m not seeing its dull gray surface. My mind is spinning, reeling, thinking of all the ramifications of the past twelve hours. Cyrillius knows I’m a Nero. He knows Nymiah is a Nero. Did she and Zayne and Edan get away? Are they somewhere safe? What do they all think happened to me? And…Dad…

I run my finger down the water glass, wiping away a few more beads of condensation. “Nothing good,” Naomi says quickly. “But we’re not here to talk about that. We’re here to look hot, get drunk, and live our best lives tonight.” “I can get behind that,” I say. “Good. Because that’s what we’re doing.” Naomi looks over at the bar. “Who’s the hot blonde again? I was a little distracted trying not to be eaten by zombies the last time we met.” “That’s Eliza. She’s Lucas’s vampire daughter or whatever you’d consider her.”