Nevernight Series Novels & Stories

She hadn’t even remembered Nancy Butler had ever existed until just that moment. How could she have forgotten such a terrible event? If she hadn’t seen that picture of David’s she would never have remembered it at all. And something about that memory twigged another memory, this one much hazier and hard to grasp. It was something about Joe, the night that Joe went missing. Lauren at the back door in the middle of the night. Why would Lauren be at the back door in the middle of the night? Karen reached for the memory. It was like a balloon floating away into an empty sky and she couldn’t reach the string.

Her eyes followed the illustrations he made. “These are the men you’re gonna meet, over here is Dust, this is Dino, an underdog of a man(unknown) we don’t know who is working for yet, the man that wants you, I don’t think he wants you dead, else you would’ve been killed.” Eve listened as he explain, the name of Dust making her stomach churn. “I didn’t have a nightmare last night.” She thought out loud. “I didn’t see heard his laughter or feel his hands around my neck. How come? Why?” Wesley dropped his pen and watched her.

But his Charger was his baby, just like my Harley was mine. I took the lead and River rode beside me, while Cruz followed us. So far, I didn't see any members of Nightshade or anything suspicious, but that wasn't to say that the threat wasn't there. But it was late, and Nightshade had probably finished patrolling for the night. One could only hope. But I refused to live my life in fear. We made a left turn, and the night was gorgeous. Hot already, even though it was nice. But wolf-shifters didn't feel the heat or the cold like humans. The stars were out, but the moon wouldn't be out again until the Summer Solstice in June.

It was calming. “So, I've got Anime. Anyone interested.” Elektra said out of the blue. We ended up having a movie binge all night. Drinking soda and listening to music all day. Around midnight we were tired but still watching the Friends series_an all old time classic. I sat in the middle between Alcinder and Elektra on the duvets we placed in the middle of the room. Elektra was fast asleep. “I'm twenty-one years old, Avyanna. I'm supposed to take My father's place as the Alpha of the Redwood Pack. I'm scared.” Alcinder said while staring at the ceiling.

The moon cast a silver glow over the Reynolds' house as the family settled in for the night. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension. Selene's father, Henry, paced the living room, his thoughts troubled by the recent events. Elizabeth, her mother, tried to keep a brave face, but the worry lines etched into her features betrayed her inner turmoil.

Morrighan Yearwood is the Director of Mistfall Wilderness Camp. A tall, trim figure, with pale skin and perfectly coiffed silver hair, she cuts an authoritative figure. As always, she’s dressed flawlessly, and today, her gaze is grim when I walk in. “I had hoped, Miss Night, that you would have ceased this reckless behavior of yours,” her tone is chiding, disappointment lacing it. I don’t say anything, standing before her, my jaw clenched.

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 closes the door, but leaves it open just a crack so the hallway light spills in like a promise. Then she goes to bed, and then it’s my turn. I am patient. I have always been patient. I wait until his breathing slows, until his eyelids flutter, until the small sounds of a waking world fade into the rhythm of sleep. Then I move closer. Not too close. The blanket is his fortress. I cannot cross it. But I can stand at the foot of his bed and watch. Tonight, the nightmare is a bad one.

Scarlett nodded, feeling uncertainty grow inside her. The next morning, as everyone woke up and the sun barely lit the camp, Alex had already made a decision: he had to protect Scarlett no matter what. What happened the night before hadn’t been an accident. The gorgon who had almost drowned Scarlett was a princess of the lake, and although Alex still didn’t understand why she had attacked her, he knew there had to be a reason—and he had to find out. And that meant that, at last, he would have to tell Scarlett the truth about the supernatural world… and about who had attacked her the night before. Scarlett stepped out of her tent with Leslie, feeling the morning chill on her skin. At that ver

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.