Night-runners Prologue Novels & Stories

The runner’s gaze drops, and for the first time he looks… uncertain. Nate watches the shift like a man reading a lock. Then he says, gently, brutally: “You’re expendable. But the people you’ve been helping kill aren’t.” The runner’s throat works. Finally, he whispers, “Operation Nightfall.” The room tightens. Melody’s pen appears instantly. “Define.” “Dawn,” the runner says, voice rough. “Before the palace shifts wake guards. One last crash attempt. Through linens again. If that fails, through the King.”

THE LUNA SERIES BOOK ONE: THE RUNAWAY LUNA PROLOGUE Maddison felt the icy raindrops hit the smooth layers of her skin through the flimsy white sundress but none of it mattered. She needed to get away as far as possible from this wretched little town. The rain soaking her to the bone didn’t bother her at all and neither did the starless night. Her feet picked pace against the roadside of the desolate street. She glanced behind her, the approaching car with lights at full tilt as more pain shot through her body as she closed one hand over her bleeding wound on the right side of her stomach. God forbid if the knife had penetrated deep enough. This was absolutely not the time to think; it was t

Daughter of a count hunting a skriller of another race. You can call it fate or bad luck, or anything really. All erica knew was one moment she is sneaking out of netherndel to the human world to club. And the next a skriller is in front of her munching on its recent kill, from there the fight issued. Leading us to our innocent alex who's house was painfully close to the battlefield of two high tier creatures, Unfortunately getting so much badluck that a piece of glass from his window found its way right to our golden boy's throat. Talk about 1000 ways to die.

A wrongness. I feel it in my bones. I push harder. A sharp pain slices through my chest. I gasp. Then it stops. A knock. Softer this time. I don’t answer. Another knock. “Luna.” I stand slowly and open the door. A runner stands there, breathless, eyes wide. “They’re moving,” he says. “The rogues. And we lost track of them.” My pulse spikes. “Lost them how.” “They split,” he says. “And we don’t know who reaches them first.”

Until now. The Domineer party was cautious and fearful that the Ravennite Runners may have been suspicious of their movements this far away from their territories. As they hiked, they attempted to move in irregular patterns, hoping to throw off anyone who might be tracking them. Eventually, they turned southward and hiked quickly for about another mile before stopping by the underside of a small, snowy cliff. This was where they had been told to stop and wait when they were sent out from their camp, but they had not been told what they were waiting for.

We were running so stealthily, almost flying, really, and barely touching the ground. “We have company,” Ares’ wolf growls. I nod. And slowly but surely, the ripples grow bigger and bigger and all too soon, I hear the sound of an army of wolves charging our way. The wind blows, carrying a foul stench our way and a sniff in the air immediately tells me who they are. The Shadow Prowlers. They are assassin rogues who eat their young and kill for money. Why are they here? “Something’s not right,” I tell Ares. “Stand by for attack.”

Runner scent. Fast, sharp, trained. Silas bowed his head slightly. The cloaked runner spoke first, voice low and quick. “Report.” Silas stepped forward, glancing around nervously. “The Alpha is moving her.” The runner’s posture stiffened. “When?” “After midnight,” Silas replied. “He told only the closest circle.” The runner’s head tilted. “Route?” Silas hesitated. Lyra leaned forward slightly, every muscle tightening. This was the moment.

** Kane’s fingers curled into his palm, knuckles whitening as he fought the violent urge to cross the hall, grab Elara, and slam her against the nearest wall—just to remind her who she belonged to. Including Alphas, Betas… and noble men, Tyrant added cruelly. THE NIGHT HUNT ANNOUNCEMENT Luciano climbed onto a raised platform, calling for attention. “The Night Hunt will begin in an hour. Teams will leave the palace together. Remember, skill over violence, no blood. May the fastest, smartest, and bravest win..." Excited murmurs ran through the hall. Eyes gleamed. Wolves flexed claws under the cuffs of their sleeves, testing their strength, their speed, their hunger.

But also as the leader of his pack, to whom his people relied on his skill and protection. I married a wonderful man, and my heart bursts with happiness. After twenty-eight minutes of running, we finally reached the waterfall, where Eli, the scout, found my sister, Gretta. The whole place was indeed full of sentinels, and we were just lucky that the spot where we stood was too far for them to feel our presence. [That’s the building. In the middle of the woods.] Caden looked at where Eli was staring. There was indeed a facility that looked more like a factory to me. It was surrounded by at least fifteen to twenty sentinels, so I wasn’t sure if we could sneak in there without being detected.

I held the fang, my finger tracing the runes carved into it. It was heavy as it carried a lot of history, promises… And now, a deceptive eternity. "Your Highness." A charming voice greeted Daniel respectfully, and we turned to find an Omega standing under the shade of the doorway, holding a map. "Here are the charts of the Rogue movements near the northern border. The generals are already waiting in the antechamber." If I recalled correctly, the Omega's name was Anna—Lulu had told me about her. Daniel frowned ever so slightly, but that reaction was gone in a flash.