Novel & Cerita Night Lords Trilogy Audiobook

"Just hear me out with what I say." Turning his attention to me, I watched as his eyes moved towards my middle. "Abagail and Aurora are tied to something, something that makes them stronger than any rider or Dragon known to history..." Moving his gaze to meet mine, I felt a chill run down my back. "The Sacred Cave of Noelle and The Great Book."

The oracle didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she looked at Kayla. Kayla spoke first. “I showed her the images,” she said quietly. Now everyone went still again. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. The oracle finally looked back at me. And nodded. “Yes,” she said calmly. “It was a night devourer.” The room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence. Hector’s jaw tightened immediately, his expression darkening with anger and something deeper—something like dread. Luna Kayla sighed softly, her shoulders sagging just a little, like she had been hoping for a different answer too.

"I'm done hiding. Done running. If they want me. They'll have to go through everyone I love first. And I don't think they're ready for that." Liam's hand tightens on mine. "Damn right they're not." Caleb steps beside me. "Iron Valley stands with you." Micah and Sera approach. "So do we. All the hybrids. You're not alone in this." One by one. The wolves gather closer. Not afraid anymore. United. Ready. My pack. My family. My army. Aldara nods slowly. "Then prepare yourselves. Because the Bloodline Project was just the beginning. There are forces in this world that have been waiting for a Dormant Luna to wake. And now that you have. They're coming."

The tugging sensation begins again, growing more and more intense as I continue to hold on, as the feeling intensifies I close my eyes and let it take me where it will. Splat! I make the mistake of gasping for breath and the taste of both mud and excrement fill my mouth. Spitting, I stand up noticing in the journey that I have dropped the pendant. Taking a look around, I wonder if this is where the heir has been hidden all this time. Reaching down I pick up the pendant and wipe it off on my cloak. I barely have time to do this before the sensation of tugging once more overwhelms me and the world blurs away. *************************************************************************************

" I stare at the side of his face for a moment. I am Frozen for a thought hits me. There is only one window in the library. ------------------------------------------- My fingers quietly sift through the pages of the old Kings' journal, Xiirian Adonis Prime, The 8th Night Wolf. The sound of the slight brushes of pages and my small breaths are drowned by the snores of the other slaves that are already fast asleep, against the silence of midnight. It is well into the night, but I cannot sleep. Not when Night Wolf's words seem to bleed through the pages. He lived a life crueler than I ever imagined. His grief. His loneliness. I thought it was parallel to mine but is far different. It is deeper

Harlow told them. "Yes, can we stop stalling and go kill some lores?" There was cheering all around at those words. They stepped through the portal one by one, arriving in Ridgeview at night fall. Where a maid showed them to their rooms, and they all settled in. "Do you think we can get through this?" Johan asked. She was pacing the length of the room while Harlow watched her. "Yes. You will. Onyx won't know what hit him." Harlow said. "Yeah, but he waited for the bloodmoon."

, a voice said from behind him. I turned, pointing my gun. He came out of the shadows. He was not alone. He had demons all around him. One of them looked at me in the eye. "Sleep". I staggered to the floor, trying to fight the overwhelming sleep. As I fought to get my consciousness, I saw Luther. He had already fallen asleep. I didn't want to sleep, I wanted to get my revenge. David could testify. David could... I fell asleep. Narrators POV In the Middle of Nowhere, the Council of Demon Tribes

“The planet of the moon foretells war. The fire haired leader of the empire three labors with three generals. In the castle of the cold north a dragon will rise, and the moons will fall. The three lions of the defender will conquer the lord of deceit. The harbingers of justice will capture the white baron. The herald of the moon will be revived, and a time of serenity will follow. But heed. The kingdom of three will be invaded by a traitor. Keep close the griffin of the peaceful warrior or the dragon of the north will destroy the defenders of justice and sorrow will replace serenity.” He stopped. “That’s the first one.” “Read the second,” Steven said.

As I stood there, watching him walk out of the room, I couldn’t help but smile. The voice that is calling to me is charming and enticing in its tones. However, everything changed from being dazzling to being completely dark, and the light was no longer there. The darkness had gained a hold of the situation. The tone of the voice changed, and it took on the tone of a demon’s scream. Fear overtook me, as did the image of the person I detested. "Please allow me to leave! I feel sorry for you!" "I will not forsake you. It is entirely mine! It’s just you and me in this room!"

"Is that what you were going to say?" "I don't know what you are." Jonathan walked toward him. His boots were silent on the silk. "I've seen the binder Charlotte found. I've heard the whispers. But I’ve also seen the way you look at the stars when you think no one is watching. Demons don't look for heaven, Noah." "Ethan will kill you for hesitating." "Ethan is already dead." Jonathan stopped a foot away. The scent of rain and horse leather rolled off him. "The man who ruled the North is gone. There’s only a wolf left now. A wolf who would burn his own kingdom to keep a secret that’s already out."