Night Fury Alpha Novels & Stories

We shook once and then I turned and walked away. I reached outside the border and Night Fury stepped out of the trees. One of his knees on the ground and his head bent. “My Alpha.” He said. Night fury came out of the fight at Dark’s territory with only an arm. His thirst for vengeance is worse than mine. His left eye was lost too. “You were right about Lilliana. She's been deceiving me all this while.” I growled. Night Fury said nothing. I looked down at him. “Rise. We would regain everything we've lost. But first, let's pay a visit to Dark.”

In the center of them stood the alpha of the Nightclaws pack. He was tall; just like Damon, with broad shoulders and a presence that commanded attention. His icy blue eyes scanned the room like they could cut through bone. His radiance is cold, quiet and dangerous. There was no kindness in his expression. “Leave us,” Damon commanded. Without a word, the guards turned and exited. The alpha’s icy features cracked; not with menace, but with a smile. It was slow, smooth, and startlingly genuine. It softened his features, made him undeniably handsome.

Even as a child I was one of the few that could see his aura. His grandfather arrived shortly after, scattering the children in fear. And from that moment forward, my world shifted. He brought me home. No longer Daya No Last Name, I became Daya Blackclaw — granddaughter to the Alpha of Blackclaw Pack, a pack famed for its powerful bloodlines. But Night was different. An anomaly. Unnaturally strong and fast, even before his first shift. Grandfather Jacob made it clear the moment I arrived that I was to remain by Night’s side at all times, even when he didn't want me around.

On my birthday when I shift at midnight I need to run to our enemy territory until I find my mate or I will return the next day. The problem here is that whoever runs into enemy territory either dies or returns injured. They want to sacrifice me. They know that I can die in that place, but they still send me. It is known to me that they have an Alpha. He is the most dangerous person in the entire wolf community. Alpha of Night Walker Pack Alpha Sioux Amber Grey.

Something that said: No one is touching her. Not tonight. Not ever. We walked through the bushes to a small clearing where some of the pack members lived. We burst out of the bushes. And the world was on fire. Torches everywhere. Shouting. Running. People push each other. Smoke rising like it wanted to touch the moon. And right in the middle of the chaos— He stood there. The Alpha. Wrapped in white bandages from jaw to forehead. No eyes. No expression. Just rage dripping out of him like poison.

They restrained the large werewolf as I lifted my boot off his throat. “Shift,” Tony barked at him. But he didn’t have to. This was no mere passerby. He was a Night Storm gamma. I caught the near invisible mark of his pack on his left shoulder. He was not just a warrior but the second in command to the Alpha’s own chief gamma. ‘Alpha Nick, you know who I am. Jayden. A warrior of the Night Storm. I was roaming the woods when the she-wolf attacked me.’ ‘He was snooping around, Alpha. He was spying at the house,’ Lindsey barked.

It eased a tight place in my chest I had not realised was there. The easing did not last. Nyxara entered the circle like a blade drawn too fast. She was tall, sharp-featured, her power flaring hot and immediate, all dominance and control. Her Beta and mate stood rigid behind her, eyes downcast, bodies taut with obedience rather than loyalty. "Nyxara Veyne," she said, voice carrying easily. "Alpha of the Nightfall Pack."

The Alpha tilted his head, just slightly, as if recognizing the name. Nyra pulled me backward. “You know him?” “He’s supposed to be dead.” The Alpha moved then, impossibly fast. One second he was across the room, the next he was there between us his hand crushing the steel beam Nyra swung at him like it was paper. Sparks flew. Nyra gritted her teeth and drove a knife into his side, but it barely dented him. “Run!” she barked. I didn’t hesitate. I bolted through the back hall, heart hammering, every breath scraping fire through my lungs. The building shook behind me, the sound of metal twisting and glass shattering in his wake.

I was confused, as that response wasn't close to the question I asked. “The night the human lady said no to you.” He replied, “And since then, I have let you get drunk as much as you want; I even let you slack off your duties as the alpha of this pack, but you need to know that I can't keep covering for you. You need to grow up!” I rolled my eyes, “Just because you forgot about the love of your life in just a day doesn't mean all of us handle pain the same way.” I retorted.

She vowed. “H…how did you get here? Charles said you were flying from Sicily. That should have taken you hours.” Beta Rodolphe questioned. “Simple, Rodolphe, I am the Alpha of Nightmares,” Alec answered like that explained everything. I can’t blame him for not going into further detail. It’s too much to cover. “What kind of bullshit answer is that?” Delta Hector folded his arms. “It’s the best one you will receive,” I interjected.