Kotlc Nightfall Novels & Stories

Kneel down and apologize? Catie was flabbergasted. "What's wrong with Dad?" Zeus single-handedly established Nightfall, one of the six European clubs, to draw in heroes from all over the world. When the organization Nightfall was at its peak, it was no exaggeration to say that Europe was under its control! He, Catie, was also the young master of the Nightfall organization. He had been in an important position in the Curtain of Night for a long time. He had made many miraculous achievements.

“Sent by a rival pack.” My pulse quickens. Lucien remains perfectly still. “Which pack?” Marcus demands. Joren smiles faintly. “You already know the answer.” Marcus’s jaw tightens. “Say it.” Joren’s eyes gleam with dark amusement. “Nightfall.” The name spreads through the room in shocked whispers. Nightfall. One of the strongest neighbouring packs. One that has been circling Darkveil’s borders for years. “They wanted Darkveil weakened,” Joren continues calmly.

I flip the lamp switch on and I glimpse at the alarm clock, “This can't be. What is the probability that this is also a coincidence?” It's 2:00 AM again. I woke up at exactly 2:00 AM the previous night after having a nightmare about the old lady, and today I woke up at the exact time as yesterday after having a nightmare about the same old.

Listening to the howls bellowing throughout the streets, we find our way to Dakota and Mato as they fend off creatures twice the size of themselves while a gathering of pack members fight just behind. As we race to their defence, a blazing fight breaks out between our kind and theirs as they soon become outnumbered as our gathering forces combine. Lillie races on ahead with the rest of us following behind in haste, keeping close at her heels as we glide through the debris-strewn street. With their backs turned, Lillie leaps into the air swiftly as she aims for the twisted figures closing in on her mate. With a loud crash, the Nightcrawlers fall sharply onto their backs as their bodies slap a

I WATCHED MY HANDS stitch up the new corpse on the table. These twins were among the thousands that ended up here since the Nightmare Master has been trying to use my ability to create a knight in your army. Thankfully, the best I can do is those horrendous curfew bots that need both my and Invent’s abilities to keep living. The Nightmare Master was definitely not satisfied, but I don't know what to tell him. I was about halfway finished stitching this man's arm on when I felt the night my master give me back control.

Rowan: “Colleges can wait. The world can wait. We’ve got one more summer to burn the sky down right.” Above us, the Milky Way shifts. The stars rearrange themselves into one quiet, blazing sentence: YOU WERE NEVER LEAVING. We stay on the field until dawn, laughing, crying, planning a year that belongs to no campus, no kingdom, no prophecy. Just us. Four days left of summer? Good. We’re going to need every second. The Last Night of Summer August 31, 2029 – 11:59 p.m., the ridge above Hot Springs

“Tonight was the knock.” “What’s the act where you shut up and die?” Kade asked, reappearing with a streak of blood on his throat that wasn’t his and eyes like knives. “Because I’d buy tickets.” “Soon,” the witch said, amused. To Lillieth: “Two days. Blood moon. The key turns or the house burns.” She blew a kiss at Draven that smelled like rot. “Do rest. You look tired.” Fog snapped like a curtain and collapsed. The yard was empty but for wolves panting, wounded, pissed off, alive.

Zera couldn't answer, She wanted to ask a question but she felt like an evil aura enveloped the whole car so she didn't say a word. After a few minutes of silence, they all decided to go down, Ice was already awake and vomiting on the grass not far away, that's why Jam was accompanying him, who winced at what he heard. "What are you planning?" Ethan asked Nash and Clayton. The two looked at each other before turning to them. "We should go to Manila," said Clayton. Everyone looked at them, only to be stunned when Jam and Ice walked closer. "Why?!" Ice and Ezra shouted. "We found out these guys are part of a big organization, it just means that we are looking for big people and we can't surviv

“You’re not making a deal with Lucas. You’re making one with me. And if you don’t, well, I hope you like cats.” “What do you want?” “First, you need to make a charitable donation to FONTA, anonymously, of course. We don’t want people thinking you went and did something nice.” The Friends of the Night Association, or FONTA for short, is an organization that promotes human-vampire relationships, both personal and professional. “And the size of the donation needs to be at least half of the amount you sold me for.” My father does his best not to recoil from the thought of doing anything to help FONTA. “What else?”