Nevernight Series Novels & Stories

The Blue Ridge Pack, the Crimson Moon Pack, and the Shadow Creek Pack, which I had just conquered, were scattered around them. “This time will be different,” I said, more to myself than to Marcus. “This time I won’t fail.” The door opened and Vesper entered, carrying a thick folder. She looked tired—dark circles under her eyes, her pale skin even paler than usual. But I didn't care. She had chosen to stand by my side, and now she had to bear the consequences. “I have the latest report on the Nightveil patrol rotation,” she said, placing the folder on the table. “There’s a small gap in the eastern sector between 2 and 4 a.m. The gap only lasts two hours before the next shift arrives.”

Maybe. A smile crept up my lips, uninvited. I could still hear his arrogant voice declaring himself nature’s gift to wolves. “What’s so funny?” Grandma Jade snapped. “The stars too fanny for you?” “Tch.” I turned to her, voice sharper than I meant. “Will you tell us anything about the graves being emptied?” “Bodies disappearing?” she echoed, tone shifting as she gently patted a young wolf’s head. “There’s been an uprising issue in Nightbane and the neighboring towns,” Antony explained. “Graves dug up. Mostly human corpses taken.”

Mary's POV The night was a heavy one. I could not sleep. The thought of what had happened at Lucius's school played through my mind on a loop, refusing to give me any peace. I lay there staring at the ceiling, turning it over and over until the darkness outside my window began to soften into grey. It was Sophia. It had to be. She was the only one who knew which school Lucius attended. I remembered that clearly from the hospital incident. I whispered it to myself like a conclusion, like saying it out loud would somehow settle the unrest inside me.

We cuddled together tried to sing each other lullabies before one of us slept off and the other followed suit. ¶•¶•¶•¶•¶ 'Seth'. 'Handel'. 'Arman'. 'Isabelle'. 'Orion'. Stephanie'. 'Usher'. 'Maude'. 'Mimi'. 'Zofi'. 'Those are the 10 hunters taking off tomorrow'. 'They will be dropped at the west of the Carpathian mountains'. 'Alina?'. 'Ma'am?'. Alina stood at attention and I wondered if she was a former soldier. 'Make sure to remind the cooks that the hunters who are going for the hunt tomorrow should be fed 'specially''.

Damien was standing at the altar in his ceremonial robes, looking like every fantasy I'd ever had of my Alpha mate. And beside him, her. Vivian Cross. Beautiful, blonde, perfect Vivian with her honey-sweet smile, her elegant hands, and her belly just starting to swell. "I, Damien Blackwood, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, reject you, Sera Nightshade, as my mate and my Luna." The words echo in my skull. Clinical. Cold. Like he was reading a grocery list instead of destroying my entire world.

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.”

Tancorix fumed, “Did the slightest challenge make them run away from their destiny? My people! Hah! The damned Romans are out there in our place.” “Have a care.” Weaver shook her head, hand shielding her eyes from the moonlight, so full, perfect and fat above them. “No, the Romans are starting to bivouac there on the southern brink of the valley. But see, the confederation of Pictdom is beyond the edge of the dell to the north still, far beyond their reach. Their torches litter the night in the forest, can’t you see it?” Tancorix strained her eyes to the north side of the valley and spotted a few fireflies in the night, something she wondered if the Romans could see as well.

♪♪ Lily - Alan Walker, K-391, Emelie Hollow ✿✿✿ Los Angeles, USA, 2019 NIGHTS are so peaceful but mysterious. People take the opportunity of killing, kidnapping, smuggling and doing so many illegal things at night because it's not tumultuous at all. Also people throw most of the parties and peaceful events at night. Every night holds a mystery because of its darkness and opaqueness. I love nights for its mysterious but so clam ambience. No tumultus, no noise, no yelling, no beating and no fear. It's just so tranquil.

Seeing her smile, Natalie was reminded of the unsightly scenes from half a month ago. She didn't even want to spare her a glance. Natalie turned to Sienna and asked, "Sienna, what's the job?" "Natalie, you haven't walked on the runway for a long time, right? Tonight, All Night Manor has a night show. Get ready," Sienna said with a friendly smile. "Sienna, All Night Manor is a nightclub!" Natalie exclaimed in shock. They wanted her to do a show there?! All Night Manor was a famous nightclub in Novarisia, a luxurious venue with high-end clientele. It was a favorite gathering place for the wealthy and decadent youth of Paykston, and a place filled with countless shady dealings.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh