Lyrilusc Independent Nightingale Novels & Stories

Chapter 57 Riley pulled her chair closer to the edge of the mattress, resting her chin on her arms near Iris’s elbow. Her eyes burned, dry and heavy with exhaustion, but she refused to let her eyelids close. Not even for a second. If someone could send a laced bottle to her front door using Ashton’s name, they could walk into this room. In the middle of the night, with the floor quiet and the hallway empty, anyone in a lab coat could step behind that curtain.

he murmured against my ear. I sighed, leaning into him. "Can you blame me? It’s been an emotional day." He chuckled, his fingers tracing slow circles on my back. "I get it. But for now, let’s just enjoy this moment. No thinking—just us." I smiled, closing my eyes as we moved together. The music wrapped around us like a warm embrace, and for a while, it was just the two of us, lost in the rhythm of the night. ----

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.”

“Mikali, I want you to take a team and go back over Verkhoyansk. You were there already, so you should be able to find out if there’s any place that was overlooked. I’ll let you pick your second, but Mila, would you mind taking the team that goes to Chersky?” Mila raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Great. Thanks. Now, my understanding is that Nha has some healing capabilities. Is that right?” She searched the crowd for the girl’s pretty face, one of the many she’d been studying since she got on the plane so she’d know who was who, but didn’t see her anywhere. She was standing behind someone else. Stepping around Ping, she said, “Yes, Miss Jo,” giving a little bow. Jo smiled. “Not necessary—just

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.

“Recognition is one thing. Letting them inside the council is another. If they’re playing a deeper game—” A sudden howl split the air, sharp and mournful. Every head turned toward the courtyard below. There, Lira stood alone beneath the rising moon, her cloak thrown back as she raised her face to the sky. The sound of her call was unlike any wolf’s cry Maxim had ever heard—lower, older, threaded with a resonance that made the stones tremble. The answer came from the surrounding hills: multiple howls, layered and echoing across the valley. Shapes moved in the distance, silhouettes of wolves larger than any living breed, their eyes glinting silver in the twilight. The Night-Fang had not merely

"Are they not to your liking?" Hiss chest heaved, and the vessels in his eyes turned crimson. "Anything related to Yvonne Oliviera is taboo in this household! Even her name! She chose to leave! She can forget about coming back!" His emotions were boiling, so he flipped the table over in a fit of fury. The utensils and food hit the ground both with crisp clarity and sickening squelch. Sauces and liquids dripped from the flipped table, while Bianca stepped back in fear.

Lila seemed worried and caring, while Elara looked determined yet understanding. "Lila, Elara, please," I begged, my voice shaking. "Tell me what's happening. I can't handle not knowing anymore." They looked at each other quickly, as if talking without speaking. Lila took a deep breath and stepped forward, her voice filled with sadness and regret. "Scarlett, there's something we need to tell you," she began, her eyes full of sorrow. "It's about your husband, Marco the Lycan King."

“Fuck!” He cursed as he held her hands above her head and thrust his tongue into her mouth and swirled his tongue around hers. She arched her back as she pressed her breasts against his. A loud growl echoed through the room at the brink of the outset. The sun rays fitted their way into the soft blinds and brightened the room just as much as required. He pushed her nightdress up to her hips as he rubbed himself against her entrance. A soft moan escaped her lips feeling his clothed member.