Gilbert Nightray Novels & Stories

So, he used hypnosis to erase all her memories of those things, then sent her back to N country. But he must realize that his protection cannot last long. And now it's time for that girl to pay the price for all this. The video call was cut off, and August stood up, looking out the window at the sky of N country. Above his desk was a slightly blurred photograph. In the photo is an oriental girl with gentle beauty. This did not match his wild cold aura at all.

While Joanna was as fragile as glass and needed Gilbert's protection at all times, I silently grew stronger amid the storm like a tree that never needed protection. Gilbert shook his head, clearly puzzled by the sudden comparison that had popped into his mind. He quickly chalked that thought up as a by-product of the accumulated exhaustion from the recent days. It was late at night when he was awakened by another nightmare once again. Frustrated, he chose not to lie on his bed. Instead, he headed to the garden so that he could take a stroll there, only to discover that Joanna was secretly meeting up with an unfamiliar rogue in a secluded corner.

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.

But then— pain suddenly exploded through my skull. I gasped sharply. The vision hit instantly. Blood. Fire. Hunters. Nightfang wolves screaming. Selene standing beneath silver flames. And beside her— someone wearing Nightfang colors. My eyes widened. Traitor. The vision disappeared violently. Gabriel caught me immediately. “Gina!” I grabbed his arm hard. “They’re coming.” The warmth vanished from the training grounds instantly. Gabriel’s expression darkened. “What did you see?”

Mayhap he is facing the demon already, and he’s now in hell. “Who the fuck are you!” This time around, it was Damon’s brows slightly lifted. This guy must be new here for not recognizing him or that he wasn’t involved in any illegal business. Such a goodie, a pretty dog barking up the wrong tree. “Name?” Damon sighed, directing his inquiry to his twin, who stood up from behind the table. “Slaide Rigby.” That made his brows quirk. Looks like he had his assumption wrong about being a little goodie dog. Nevertheless, it only made things a little exciting.

She had already sprinted past the turnoff for her apartment building; leading these unknown killers to her safe house would be suicide. She needed to lose them in the dark, because if she failed to break their line of sight, she would likely end up as a corpse on an autopsy table by morning. The path ahead was pitch black, unlit by any city infrastructure, but her enhanced night vision handled the darkness without issue. Fortunately, she knew these back alleys like the back of her hand. Reaching the absolute end of the concrete maze, the narrow path finally opened up into the wide, brightly lit expanse of the multi-lane highway.

The world's bluebloods and reporters were all present. William had chosen the time of sunset for his little show. When the skies were burning crimson gold, and the observation tower lit up like a brazier that shone over the city, he put his arm around Bianca and walked onto the stage. The city of Pierton unfurled behind them. While the party was reaching its peak, someone asked, "Mr. Larson, you spent more than three billion and six years on this tower, and you said it was made for your wife's sake. Why are you naming it after another woman?"

The banquet ended past midnight. Luke sat in the front passenger seat of his Rolls-Royce, pressing his index finger against his temple. He had long, artist's fingers. The glow of the streetlights cast just the right shadow over his face, making his nose bridge more prominent. He looked like a sculpture straight out of a museum. "It's late now. The curfew would already be in effect by the time you return to your dorm."

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…

Loretta was now uncertain. Nathan cursed under his breath. "Damn!" Surely Haisley and Gilbert misunderstood Loretta's words. Damn! Damn! Damn! Nathan paced back and forth in the living room. The clock showed eight in the evening, but Gilbert hadn't returned yet. He wanted to call his brother and ask about his whereabouts, but he hesitated. Eventually, he decided to return to his room and try to sleep. By midnight, he hadn't heard Gilbert's car entering the driveway. In fact, Nathan was already deep asleep, completely unaware of his brother's return.