Night Lord Novels & Stories

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

"It is with great joy that I call upon you all this evening. The Moon Goddess has worked in your favors this time." The girls, confused, begin whispering amongst themselves, wondering what the hell he means. Linda's eyes sparkles with questions as she moves closer to her father's side. Alpha Storm places an arm around her shoulder, then continues. "As you all know, I went to the North for a while a few weeks ago..." Everyone stops talking, holding their breaths. I wrap an edge of my gown over my wound, biting my bottom lip at the searing pain. "The new Northern Alpha is yet to find his mate. The Redwood Pack has never been lucky in producing a Luna for the North, but perhaps..." He looks dow

I turned away before either of them could say another word. Behind me, I heard him shouting my name. "Lilith!" "Lilith!" I kept walking. For once in my life... His voice no longer had any power over me. The deepest section of the dungeon was where prisoners who are condemned to execution where kept. That was where Cole and Ria were imprisoned. The moment they noticed me... Their expressions darkened. Ria stepped toward the bars. "So, the great Luna has come to gloat." I smiled calmly. "No."

“Why not?” The Thing burst from Hendricks’s body then, a great shadow that emerged in a rush of wind and swirled into the ghost tree. “Lauren!” it said. Its voice promised, demanded, threatened all in one word. Its eyes glowed within the tree and its mouth was a giant hole made of starless night. The branches of the tree cracked, unfurling like fingers. They seemed fluid in a way that tree branches should not be, flowing down toward her. The trunk seemed to twist and bend so that those glowing eyes—red eyes, red eyes like a vampire in a movie, red eyes like the monster under your bed—drew closer and closer to her face. It seemed to fill up the whole world.

I looked over at him. "Auntie, where is Jacob?" "You’ll meet him where we’re going." "What? Is he there in your land?" Auntie didn’t answer. As expected, it took us almost four hours to travel before we could finally enter the town proper. It was almost midnight, and we were getting close to the land that Auntie had talked about. Even though the dark moon hasn’t come yet, we are already feeling its weak effects. It only happens once every 25 years, so Jasper and I, who are both younger werewolves, are experiencing it for the first time.

Her entire body throbbed with deep, deep exhaustion, and despite all her tactical maneuvers over the past hour, she hadn’t managed to land a single decisive blow. Nimrod was a formidable adversary, a highly decorated ex-navy officer who had spent decades mastering lethal hand-to-hand combat. His movements were calculated, efficient, and devastatingly precise. Against him was Seven—just a seventeen-year-old girl. On paper, it was a laughable matchup. What real chance did a scrawny teenage apprentice have against a seasoned military veteran who was practically built for warfare? Think, Seven! she fiercely reprimanded herself, biting the inside of her cheek until the copper taste of blood groun

The air was thick with the scent of stale smoke and damp earth, a place buried deep beneath the city where no one could find them. Knight stood across from him, his eyes sharp and unblinking, like a predator that thrived in the night. They called him the nocturnal, the eye and wings of the covenant. He saw clear in the dark, adapted to it like it was his own skin, and he specialized in sniping at night — silent kills from rooftops, bullets that whispered death before anyone heard the echo.

They all left me alone. "We will find you once you open a portal," mom said before she left. Was there anything that could break a protective barrier and get through a circle of salt? I paced the garden and snapped with my fingers when it hit me! I know how to get to Sophia! Desperate times call for drastic measures; I needed a nightsteed to get to Sophia! Nightsteeds are proud creatures, horses of darkness. Legend has it they are made out of nightmares—the opposite of unicorns.

The morning sun did not bring warmth to the Nightfang Citadel; it brought a cold, sharpened clarity. While the lower village buzzed with the impossible news of the Luna’s return, the upper heights of the fortress became a hunting ground. Kael Nightfang had not slept. He had spent the dawn hours in the bathhouse, scrubbing the mountain’s grime and the emerald ichor of the Wraiths from his skin. But as he donned his heavy leather tunic and the silver-trimmed mantle of his office, he didn't feel like a man restored. He felt like a wolf circling a cornered prey.

"But the threat is not over." "What do you mean?" Elara asked. "The Shadow Wolves are just the beginning," the Moon Goddess said. "The Nightmare is trying to return." Elara's heart raced. "How?" "The Nightmare is feeding on the fear and pain of the supernatural beings," the Moon Goddess said. "It is growing stronger, and it will soon be able to break free from its prison." Elara woke up, her heart racing. She looked at Damon, who was sleeping peacefully beside her. She knew that the Moon Goddess was right—the Nightmare was trying to return.