Nick Nocturne Novels & Stories

The fog in Blackwood Glen had a habit of swallowing sounds, turning the evening into a claustrophobic dampness that clung to my jacket. I had been hiking the lower trails when I found it: a sleek, charcoal-colored cat with eyes like burning sulfur. It wasn’t meowing; it was simply sitting on a moss-covered stump, watching me with an intelligence that felt uncomfortably human. Around its neck was a delicate silver collar with a nameplate: Midnight. Below the name was an address just a mile down the trail.

His heart was stuck on some childhood sweetheart. To lock in my Luna title, my father had a witch brew a heat potion. One night of forced lust—and the mark was done, the bond sealed. Then he made it public. Bruce had no choice after that. Alpha of the Darkfang Pack? Once the mark was made, the Luna ceremony was automatic. His girl couldn't take it. Drove herself to the border. Rogues found her first. She died slow. Tortured for days. From that moment, he blamed her death on me—and on my father. And he never let it go.

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.

With one final thought of gratitude towards her aunt for her unwavering support, Aqua surrendered to the darkness, allowing its gentle embrace to carry her away from the tempest of her thoughts and into the peaceful realm of dreams. As Aqua's eyelids drooped with drowsiness, the rhythmic patter of rain against her window lulled her towards sleep. However, her rest was abruptly interrupted by the sound of rocks clattering against the glass. Startled, she sat up in bed, her heart pounding with apprehension. Peering through the darkness, she made out a figure standing outside her window. It was Damon, his expression etched with worry. Aqua's initial shock gave way to concern as she hurriedly ma

He closes that window, maximizes the grimoire window again, and just as he hears footsteps descending the stairs, slides back to his seat. "I have to go," Lucien announces. He closes his grimoire and packs it into his leather satchel. "Can you clear my dishes, please?" "Of course," TJ says. "Thank you, TJ," Lucien presses a kiss to his forehead. "See you tonight," he murmurs and strides out. Oh. My. God. Lucien is Lord Noctis Vale. This is probably what he's been scribbling every night. He's been writing dark vampiric erotica. Really good erotica. How fucking hot is that?

Nick stepped out of the bathroom, shirt sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, hair still slightly damp. The sharp scent of his cologne mixed with the faint floral fragrance lingering in the bedroom. Luna was still staring at him. Not softly. Not shyly. Sharply. “Don’t look at me like that, Luna." Nick said calmly while reaching for his watch on the nightstand. “You—” Knock. Knock... Both of them froze. Nick didn’t need to guess who it was.

The voices intensified as a beam of light lit up Jeremy on a higher stage. The rhythm he played started soft and slow but little by little the drums intensified. When the symbols crashed, a platform rose onto the stage with Kyung Jiho on it. Hae Mina grinned when she saw the white slivers light up under the black lights. On the back of Kyung Jiho's shirt was his name and on the arm was the Nightide emblem. The drum's symbols crashed and the next instrument joined. One by one, Nightide appeared on the stage with their parts. Hae Mina knew this was not her song to come in on because she had never been given a part.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

I told him. “That right there is what makes you the Luna this pack needs. You are already looking out for the pack, and you did not even realize it. While you are right that some packs are still stuck in the past and are still purists, many have moved beyond that. I can tell you that all the packs that I know or that we are allied with no longer believe this. There might be individuals or families that still hold on to their purists' beliefs, but they are exceedingly rare. Our pack and our allies have many members that are not wolves. My nephew, Trent, who is the alpha of the pack that has most of the east coast of Canada, his Luna is a vampire princess from the kingdom we are in an alliance

I blinked as a ray of sunlight came through the window. My eyes not yet fully open, my right hand reached for the gadget on the nightstand, fingering it lightly to see the time. When the flat black object was successfully grasped in my hand, I saw that it was exactly 6:15 am. It was still too early for me to get up. I usually set my alarm for 7 am, then head out to help prepare Gavin's family breakfast.