New Orleans Novel Novels & Stories

I am in heaven. "It's beautiful. I cannot believe what I am hearing and seeing," I say. Bruce stops. "Not as beautiful as you," he says. He touches my chin and gives me a half smile. I smile. I have been in New Orleans for maybe an hour, and I already feel peaceful and at home. The noise doesn't bother me. Bruce stops in front of a storefront that is boarded up and closed. His expression drops from happy to upset. "This is it. But there is nothing here. It is an old out of business building. This cannot be right," Bruce says.

Ethan’s POV New Orleans greeted us with its warm, sultry air as we stepped off the jet. The city had a pulse of its own, humming with life even at this late hour. Jazz music drifted from the streets, mixing with the scent of something rich and spicy in the air. But despite the charm of the place, Ava barely noticed. We’ve been moving from one doorstep to another, chasing leads, asking questions, and hitting dead ends. “We can rest and continue tomorrow,” Caleb suggested, rubbing his neck.

Orion asked me with a rather unenthusiastic sigh after getting into the car. I opened the front passenger seat door and got in before replying. "Yup. Just like every other day." He sniggered before starting the ignition and soon, we were off. . . . The University of New Orleans' College of Sciences was a bustling campus filled with the nauseating smell of teenagers and young adults. However, what the humans in this prestigious college didn't realize was that there were supernatural creatures among the populace. Werewolves, vampires, witches... The whole enchilada.

Someone wasn't and that person was… A sleek limousine drove through the school's gate and down the long road. To its left and right were students in bright colours of shirts, extremely short Mini skirts and long baggy jeans — which happened to be what was trending at that moment — hugging one another, squealing in joy and walking to the new hostels assigned to them. They were also eager to see who their knew roommate was. The limousine which reflected the brilliance of Golden Lake's sun drifted round a corner and came to a halt, not minding the dust its tyres had spewed in the air.

Yes, I'm not afraid of the supernatural world anymore—I'm going to fight my problems; Jacob and Rosie are with me. Yes, this is just the beginning of my life, my love, and my journey in New Orleans. To Be Continued

Her cousins had been her best friends growing up, and she had loved her mother more than anything. As she slept through years of memories I wandered back downstairs to find her family seated in a drawing room of sorts talking about how she might react when she woke up when the man walked up next to me and handed me an orange. I hadn't been able to touch anything since I died, but found I could not only touch the orange, but I was able to peel it, eat it, and even taste it here in this city. That was when he explained it all to me. He told me when and how the ancestral realm of New Orleans had been created and how it had continued to thrive through the centuries. He told me all about who my b

I could tell, immediately, that I was going to love it there. Evan had booked a room at a bed and breakfast that was run by one of his fellow vampires. New Orleans, I was to discover, was a hub for supernatural beings. I was a bit nervous to stay there, at first, but he assured me that he was good friends with the proprietor and that I would be safe.

I have money stashed everywhere and a lot of help hiding from hybrids I have helped over the years. I grab a cell phone and the keys to the Porsche. I will not take anything with me. I will travel light. I have to go back to New Orleans. I will have no problem getting a place to stay there. In New Orleans, I can work on the underground auctions and a plan to one day kill Dominick. The story continues in THe Auction

"You came to me in a dead sweat. Loa gave me visions of you; I knew you was coming. But I wasn't sure why. 'Parrently, you had to write these 'papers' you said would save e'rybody." The sky, once dark and filled with stars, suddenly became blue and bright by the sun. There were people on the streets in clad clothing; tattered clothing. Rich and poor, all walking the street, some with umbrellas in hand to shield the sun. A bell rung several times and grew louder once a streetcar pulled by horse slowly rode by, packed with people. On the sidewalk were vendors selling secrets to youth, pastries, scarves, produce and jewelry. A French couple laughing together walked through us, their bodies diss

NEW ORLEANS Fear. Fear has been the only feeling that reigned for centuries. If it isn't fear of the Tribrid then it is of death or of being dominated or of failing or of trying or of loosing someone you deeply care about. These were the feelings Nicodemus was accustomed to. He expected New Orleans supernatural community to be in great turmoil over his sudden appearance,he expected that feeling of fear but all what he was seeing were different. The communities were in great disorder. They craved for death but all that came were more suffering,pain and helplessness.