Nicholas St North Novels & Stories

Nicholas continued working with Samuel at the bakery, perfecting his skills and finding a quiet satisfaction in the rhythm of baking. Early each morning, he would leave the cottage while Lillian was still asleep, walking through the misty streets of Port Haven to the bakery where Samuel awaited with a fresh pot of coffee. Together, they would knead dough, measure spices, and shape loaves, the simple tasks grounding Nicholas in a way he hadn’t known he needed.

Lacey said, “Nick enjoys being alone. He isn’t fond of interacting with others.” “That’s quite the character,” said Gloria smilingly. She then asked, “Lacey. Is Nicholas a Navien too?” Lacey nodded and replied, “Yes, Nick’s hometown is in Eastrive. He migrated to Bortuguesa with our mentor. In my opinion, he’s the best man in this world.” “Is he better than War Legate Draco?” asked Mya smilingly.

Ben smiled and nodded then said, “Yep, but he’s a psychic and every time you sleep with his daughter, he’s going to know what all you’re doing to her. What do you think about that?” Thorin cringed and said, “Oh, sweet Jesus. He’s going to kill me.” When they got to the other side, they came to the gate that Ben had seen in his dreams. They were met there by a tall man with long dark hair who said, “Hello Ben Logan. I am Lord Nicholas. Welcome to the North Woods.” Ben grinned and held out his hand. “It’s good to see you again Nicholas.” As the ancient sorcerer returned his knowing smile and shook Ben’s hand, he nodded towards the entrance. “I believe you’ll find her watching the ships leave.

They would have been missed the chance to track Nicholas if not for Neil's lucky pick where he spotted an anotation on a prescription that he was familiar with from his research of Nicholas. The trail of the annotation ended up in the state-run pharmacy, where Neil's men were introduced to the main pharmacist, Abraham William. He was no longer Nicholas Bentley. The current Nicholas was known as Abraham William and was a pharmacist in a state-run pharmacy, many miles away from the shepherds.

Nicholas rage grew so high that he started shaking in rhythm with his breaths "They don't want to trust us again after the rift between you and Alpha Noelle!" Williams added more and Nicholas' rage finally worsened. "What does that mean? What rift do we have between us? Who says that in the first place?" Nicholas pulled Williams by his armor. "Get me that stupid Sturbridge, why is he not here yet? Is he in on this?" Williams didn't fight it, he just let Nicholas swing him around. "Sturbridge is also missing. He left the Fort with Alpha Noelle. They were traced to the Flaming Hill, that was yesterday's afternoon!" Williams relayed after Nicholas had become quiet.

"Ni—Nicholas?" "Fuck…"

The warm setting sun peeked over the cliff side and trees, casting long shadows against the ground until it eventually disappeared over the sea in a pink and orange spectacle on the horizon. From a long stone staircase came a man in green and gold long robes with long black hair and a crown encircling his forehead. Daniel could tell from his aura that he was an old and powerful warlock. "Welcome, Daniel. I am Nicholas, Lord of the North Woods. I'm glad that you're finally here." Daniel bowed his head slightly in respect of the old sorcerer. "Thank you, sir, but where exactly am I?" Lord Nicholas smiled and looked around him as he waved his hand at his lands. "This is the Realm Daniel. You ar

One by one, the men nodded. Nicholas turned back to the grave, his eyes hollow but burning. “Goodbye, little brother,” he whispered, barely audible. “I’ll make sure the devil chokes on the souls I send him for you.” And then he walked away. Because mourning was over. War had begun. _ The underground warehouse smelled like oil, blood, and secrets. It wasn’t just a meeting place—it was a battlefield waiting to be drawn. Nicholas stood at the head of the long steel table, blueprints and surveillance photos spread across it like a deck of cards. A cigarette burned low between his fingers, untouched. His jaw was tight, eyes locked on the image of a man taped in the center.

"Nicholas?” I nodded. “Nicholas lives close to the DiCaprio sector in the first place.” Zaria's eyebrows shot into her hairline. “I thought he was young or something…" I glanced at her. How did she know? "The same," I said. "He is going to get us into Carmine Street." She didn't reply and just pressed her forehead against the glass. I could see how hard she was trying to stop her shoulders from trembling. I reached across the console, placing my hand over hers.

*** Aurora Observing Prince Nicholas standing confidently before the double doors of the study hall, I noticed a significant departure from our plan, which had originally anticipated only his presence with a few guards. Now, he was accompanied by all the guards. The unexpected reality before me presented a full entourage, posing an unforeseen challenge in our scheme to capture him. "Wait," a soldier leader halted Prince Nicholas's advance. "Forty of you, go inside and search for any hidden enemies." 'How did they know we had people concealed here?' I wondered, my mind racing.