Elliot Nightray Novels & Stories

Slowly, it drifted from the shore, the lilies trailing softly behind it like a path of light. Every wolf lifted their head to the sky, their howls rising together, one long mournful song that pierced the night and vibrated deep in my chest. Then came the final rite. Elliot stepped forward, dressed in black, a bow in his hands. His movements were steady, but I saw the tightness in his jaw, the unbearable weight in his eyes. He drew back the arrow, its tip lit with fire, and for one suspended moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.

I ended the call just as my phone vibrated again. Daniel. I answered immediately. “Speak.” “Sir… we’ve pulled initial reports,” Daniel said, his tone tight, urgency barely contained beneath control. “Elliot is alive, but critical. He was found near East Ridge with a single gunshot wound. No witnesses. No vehicle on record entering or leaving.” Which meant he had been placed there. Deliberately. “Status on my mother and Hailey?” A pause. Too long. “Sir… we don’t have anything yet.”