Kotlc Nightfall Novels & Stories

Rain pelted down in sheets, blinding me as it streamed over my face. Damn it. Was I going to freeze to death out here before Angelo arrived? I lay sprawled in the mud, gasping for air. I fumbled in my pocket until my fingers closed around the phone. The screen lit up, showing it was midnight. Headlights cut through the curtain of rain. A black armored car stopped in front of me. The door opened, and a pair of polished leather shoes stepped into the waterlogged earth. A tall figure slowly stepped toward me beneath the shelter of a black umbrella. I could only make out his jawline and a pair of tightly pressed lips.

Shrugging, I shook my head. Ikaris nodded, then glanced at the book. "Your parents were members of an ancient society known as Into the Night. They were a group of warriors hand-picked by the dark goddess herself to destroy all species. They were defeated by a group of warriors known as the Valerious, who joined forces with other vampires, witches, and werewolves. Together, they were able to contain the power that threatened to destroy everyone and everything," he paused for a moment before continuing.

She got up in a rush from their king-size bed and looked at the time. The time was 1: 00 am. “Today is the 2nd day of July 2019. Game on, Brother. Game on, F-ing Moon goddess!.” “Why are you speaking to yourself, my beautiful vixen?”. Salvatore inquired, yawning and putting his curling midnight hair in place. Velda stood by their large window staring outside at the full moon, she felt the moon mocking her. A single tear fell from her eyes. Salvatore rushed over to her, hugging her from behind. He kissed her red hair, adjusted her luscious hair from the nape of her neck, breathed on it, and gave her light kisses on the neck to the collar bone.

Matter of fact, she is sure she will be next. The man has cold dead eyes, blacker than the night. He stares right at her and aims the gun. Before the end, all she hears is the owl hooting from the nearby tree and the cracking sound of her skull.

That Night Copyright © K.I. Lynn This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.

According to what I had observed, she was not in the mood; however, despite the fact that he appeared to be very horny and desired her, she declined his advances. I overheard her responding to him with "no. not tonight. I am just not in the mood for this right now." He huffed in annoyance and then pulled her hand and placed it on his dick while saying, "but I want you tonight. Because I have a tour tomorrow, I would really appreciate it if you could spend the night with me." However, she did not agree and emphasized each word that came out of her mouth as she stated, "No, I said no. What kind of an idiot are you trying to be?"

"Before I kill you." "Rush Balista, Leader of the Hunter Warrior Clan." He smiled as he took a step forward. "Now, you... are... mine." He leaped for me, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the sliding glass doors. Glass crashed outward with him, splintering into the living room as Rush fell backward off the balcony, followed by his partner. They both flailed their arms and legs in the air as they fell hard onto the grassy courtyard. They got up, and then other members of Nightshade saw us and pointed up. They started climbing the side of the Compound, headed toward us, roaches crawling after fresh meat.

Barks, growls, whimpers and cries sounded all about as the battle raged. The Night Storm used to be a wealthy pack, though not as much as the Forest Moon. But they were prosperous and nearly as old. Their assets had shrunk in the last two weeks courtesy of yours truly. Using our secret proxies, we'd bought off the majority of their business. It seemed tonight was the end of their lifespan too. Or I should say that a new era was being forced upon them. Soon, in the midst of the frenzy, the door to the pack's main house flew open. That was Lazarus' own abode. A corpse without its head fell out.

I whispered. “I’ll spend every breath left mending it,” she said. “If you let me.” I didn’t respond. I just pulled her into my arms. And the second her body pressed against mine, the alarms rang. Howls. Dozens. Hundreds. Coming from the trees. The Nightbound had arrived. --- The sky turned red. Not just from the blood moon, but from fireballs raining down from Lilith’s hellspawn dragons, summoned from the skies of the Black Marsh.

Donatello’s Villa – Tuscany Outskirts – Nightfall The villa loomed like a monument to greed. Gilded gates shimmered under spotlights. Imported marble gleamed in the moonlight. Opulence. Excess. Arrogance. But beneath it all? Rot. Decay. The bones of innocents. Talana and Massimo crouched in the shadows just beyond the tree line. Black from head to toe, faces half-covered. Predators cloaked in vengeance. A Morelli sniper whispered through the comms. “All clear on northeast flank. Two guards, down.”