Night Fury Real Novels & Stories

another notification bloomed on the screen, this one a direct message. J: "I’m in the neighborhood. I saw your location ping. I’m driving a black sedan, plates ending in 442. I’m outside. Come down?" My heart did a jittery, nervous dance. It was impulsive—monumentally stupid, by any reasonable metric—but the sheer boldness of it was intoxicating. In a city where everything was a slow-burn of awkward small talk and ghosting, this felt like an action movie. It was a jolt of adrenaline that I desperately needed. I didn’t even bother to change. I just grabbed my jacket, checked my reflection in the hallway mirror—a pale, slightly disheveled figure—and locked the door.

“Oh no, is the baby tired? I bet you are, seeing as how you were up all night fucking Rian!” ‘Oh…’ “OH is right. What the hell?” Nuri screamed, pacing back and forth from her balcony door to her bedroom door. Her fists clenched at her sides as her steps grew louder. She nearly slipped on the oversized pelt still wrapped around her, stumbling slightly. But rather than taking it as a sign to calm down, it only made her angrier. Fire coiled in her chest.

My shoulder bursts in a piercing, flaming agony. I stumble and gasp. The shadows flutter. I turn; Sofia Rossi is gun smoking in the doorway. Her manner is incomprehensible. "Elara, kindly stand down. Today. I blink. My head is fuzzy. Everything is sliding. Orlov then lashes out. You dare meddle? Once more Sofia cocks the rifle. "Try me." The room bursts in noise. Everything runs concurrently. Lucas leaps for me. Orlov goes on the attack on Sofia. The shadows scream.

David said reassuringly and Stella immediately obliged since she wants to know the whole truth and know the kind of people she's staying with. She tried sleeping but she couldn't as she was having her constant nightmare again. "No, no, no Mommy, Daddy please don't leave me please come back..." All this while David was standing there and watching her as she was struggling on the bed and when he couldn't take it anymore he decided to wake her up. Stella woke up crying non-stop she felt everything was real and the only thing she saw was the necklace she just found apart from that everything was blur. She then cleaned up her face and asked David to tell her the truth. "The truth is that you...

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.”

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

Chapter 13: Now spread "I... don't understand. Who are you, and who's the walking shadow with the knife?" "My n-name's Kelly. He's the Stalker. He comes every night since the first time he caught me. He won't leave me alone. Every night he comes and... and..." She broke into tears again. Michael took her in his arms and allowed her to sob into his shoulder. Unfortunately, he was a teenage boy and not used to comforting crying women. After a while, however, her tears subsided. She looked up at him. "He comes every night to rape me. All I can do is hide, and he always finds me." She looked away, as if disgusted with herself. "The things he does to me... It's worse every time. I d-don't think I

I didn't even blink. I just stared straight into his eyes. "Cum for me, Daddy," I moaned. As he kept ramming into me, his thrusts became harder with every second. Almost immediately I felt his warmth inside of me, and in the next second he sank his canines into my neck again. This time, harder. Deeper. "Ah!" I screamed, pain rushing through my veins. For a brief second, my vision blurred. I slid my eyes shut, and that was the last thing I knew.

Matthew, the third quadruplet, order the warriors. “But no one speaks of what they found tonight to anyone, that’s a direct order from your alpha.” Joshua, the youngest of the four, demanded his men. They all nodded in unison and left. Matthew moved next to Raymond and crouched next to him. “Do you smell it too?” Raymond asked his brother as he stares at the girl. She was interesting looking to them. She had long black hair and a button nose with a pretty face, but her stature was small compared to the female wolves build. That much was clear even though she was lying unconscious on the ground.

LAYLA OPENED her eyes with a scream. She just had a bad dream—she was being chased by a burly and fully-naked tattooed man in an alleyway—whose whole body including the face and his bald head was covered with tattoos—holding a bloodied knife. She didn’t know if she was injured or wounded in her dream or if that blood belonged to another person, an earlier victim, but fortunately, she woke up at the moment the man had finally caught up with her, brutally grabbing her by the hair.