Nevernight Series Novels & Stories

Most attacks came under cover of night, which didn’t make a whole lot of sense to Jo when she stopped to think about it since Vampires could see almost as well in the dark as they could in the light, but since most of them did sleep at least a few hours per day, it would make sense to try to catch the majority of them while they were snoozing. In this case, there were plenty of Vampires standing guard to detect them the moment they attempted to breach the wall in front of the palace or come down the mountainside.

EVERYTHING WAS BEcoming a bit too much to handle. It was too much at once. Being a seer. Vampires, incubus, shifters, chimeras… Having a mate—let alone three of them. It was intense. If Lily was being honest to herself, everything that happened in the last twenty-four hours or so was enough to have her spiraling into a panic attack. Why hadn’t she had one yet? Perhaps it had something to do with the eye-candy male before her.

Connor called him a vampire, and he certainly wasn't dumb to realize what this entailed. Leaving Alex to his thoughts, a large magic circle light up across the entire floor of the room. The orange light filled everywhere up for about a second. And when it went off. The room was empty and silent, everything that was broken and shattered seemed good as new as if time had rewind. This particular night would usher a new beginning the supernatural world.

“What happened, Mrs Jackson. How did you get on the floor?” Oh. Right. My first night in the mansion obviously hadn’t been good. When we got back from the dinner, I was already prepared for the nightmares I was going to have that night. But that didn’t happen, because I couldn’t even manage to go to sleep. I had tossed and turned for hours in my new big bed for hours, before accepting that that was my fate for the night. So I took the comforter off the bed and placed it on the floor and decided to lie there, reading more of what I could of the contract until I fell asleep along the line, probably around five am because that was the last time I remembered checking my phone and yeah… Here we w

Every woman who marries into the Ardhana family dies on her wedding night. Alika, a quiet orphan with no memory of her past, is suddenly chosen to marry Damar Ardhana—the cold heir of a powerful bloodline surrounded by rumors, fear, and unanswered deaths. The town calls it a curse. Seven brides. Seven deaths. Always on the first night. No one survives the Ardhana wedding. Alika never believed in curses… until she wakes up inside an ancient mansion hidden in mist, standing at the altar beside a man who refuses to look at her as if she truly exists. That night, the house begins to whisper her name. Mirrors show a bride who is not her. And fragments of memories begin t

Rian’s did the same. My own fingers pressed over my mark. Something invisible in the room snapped taut. It felt like being back in the ritual circle for a second—magic humming under my skin, leashed and restless. But this time, instead of the weight of a single relic, there were three distinct pulls. Mooncrest. Nightveil 1. Nightveil 2. The seer’s blind eyes turned slightly up, as if listening to something above us. “Loud,” she murmured. “No wonder you’ve all been sleepless.”

I screamed, and he gave it to me, fucking me until my body was nothing but sensation and sound. We didn’t stop. Not after once, not after twice. The night blurred into heat and sweat and endless moans, condoms piling on the bedside like trophies, and the bed creaking like crazy. When sleep finally claimed me, I thought: this is the best night of my life. I didn’t care that he was a stranger. Maybe it was better this way..no names, no shame, just pure release. …But the morning was cruel.

And then, if only they knew all this would only last for a year until the contract ends and I have to leave forever. And the annoying part was Matt’s video which won’t stop replaying in my head. Every time I looked at the white lace swatches, I saw him and Joanne laughing and kissing, and every time, it ends with Mark’s voice calling me a blackmailer. I looked out the window toward the long driveway, desperately hoping something would happen ahd I would be back to a day before my empire collapsed. That’s the only way I can get out of this nightmare. "Are you alright, Lyra?" Rose suddenly called out and I quickly jerked back to reality.

At night, Caden habitually slept on the inner side of the bed. Half-asleep, he instinctively reached out to pull someone close. His hand met a soft, compliant body. Cassandra nestled obediently against him, carrying the faint, carefully chosen scent of elegant perfume. But something wasn't right. The warmth was off. It lacked that vibrant, fiery heat. The scent was off. It didn't have that subtly sweet, natural fragrance. Even the subtle rhythm of her breathing in sleep felt off.

"I will let the Alphas use my Psi gifts until my brain bleeds. Just give me the medicine. I will do fucking anything." Moira and Freya exchange a knowing, predatory glance. The tension in the air shifts, thick with the scent of a trap closing in. "Well, there is one thing," Moira says, her voice turning dangerously smooth. "The House Nightbane demanded a bride from our bloodline to seal the treaty at the Blood Moon Covenant Hall tomorrow. I will hand over the healing stones for your mother the moment you take Freya's place and bind yourself to Prince Cassius Nightbane." My breath catches in my throat. I stare at my cousin, my mind reeling. "But the vampire prince is supposed to claim Freya t