Night Shade Novels & Stories

“What about you? Don't you need to hide yourself too? She laughed. “If you could smell yourself, you would understand why I'm giving that to you. It's like nothing I've smelt before. You're the flame and you can believe me when I say you attract a lot of moths. And unfortunately, a lot of bats too.” I eventually took the necklace and placed it around my neck, hopefully, it'll protect me just like she said it would. “Come see me tomorrow, we have some things to talk about. But come at night. For no reason, should you leave your room before 4pm. And if you're not here by 8pm, don't bother coming.” Very specific instructions but okay, I guess. “Magma, you said I attract bats. Don't bats hate li

She departed, leaving me to face brutal realities on my own. At precisely noon, Sienna Nightshade showed up. Her appearance was immediately striking as she gracefully dismounted from a gray horse. Sienna had midnight black hair and violet eyes, while Sebastian had white-blonde hair and violet eyes. Her movements were deliberate and controlled, like those of a dancer. "Luna Kaia," she said, bowing formally. "Draven Alpha. I'm grateful that you accepted me. I said, "We did not have much choice," but I quickly regretted the antagonistic tone. "I apologize.

The Moon Goddess won't be seen as favoring her, rather as cursing the pack which has accepted her as their new bride and Luna. By the time the sun sets, the Nightshade pack will throw that vicious woman out for poisoning their bloodline, and she'll be back on the streets like a rogue, exactly where a homeless orphan like her belongs. I’m not just a well-wisher for Maximus and his family; I’m a savior. And saviors don't mind getting their hands a little dirty. AUTHOR'S POV The Nightshade mansion is humming with a frantic, rhythmic energy that vibrates through the stone floors. Steam billows from the massive industrial kitchens, carrying the heavy, intoxicating scent of slow-roasted mountain g

I keep my hood up, my senses heightened, tracking the scent of pine and old parchment. When I reach the Nightshade Market, the place is deserted. Only the faint hum of the city’s power grid fills the silence. "I am here," I say, my voice steady. A figure steps out from the shadows—not Idris, not Kieran, but a man I haven't seen in years. Lucien Nightfang. "Lucien?" "Zanele," he purrs, his voice like velvet over gravel. "You have been busy." "What do you want?"

“The apothecary has secured the moon salt and ward crystals. We’re ready to leave for the airfield.” “Good,” I glanced toward him. “Make sure the crystals are sealed in iron boxes. I don’t want their magic weakening before we reach—“ I stopped as a strange scent had reached me. It was sweet at first, almost like crushed flowers, but underneath it was something rotten. Nightshade. Black blood magic. My Lycan stirred immediately. A low growl rumbled in my throat, and my navy eyes darkened. “Stay back,” I ordered, my guards immediately went still. I stepped out from beneath the awning and into the rain.

Two maids entered with trays of oils, makeup, and shoes. “We’ll help you get ready, Luna.” “I didn’t even get to rest,” Lydia mumbled. The maids chuckled. “Alpha Knox is already downstairs.” She sighed again and let them work. When she finally stepped down the winding staircase into the hall, the ceremony was already underway. Eyes turned toward her. Murmurs followed her like shadows. But then—there he was. Knox. Waiting in front of the Lycan ceremonial basin. He reached for her hand. They stood together under the hanging moonflower vines as the officiator chanted ancient words. They each dropped a few drops of blood into the silver bowl of water, drank from it, and then sealed it with a kis

What I hadn’t expected was for Kai Nightshade to seek me out the moment the dust settled. He approached quietly, his steps purposeful but careful. There was something calculated in his posture, not threatening, but deliberate. I could feel his presence like a gravitational force impossible to ignore. “You fought like you were born to,” he said, his voice low and steady. “Not just trained. That was instinct. Legacy.” I stiffened. “Thanks, but I don’t recall asking for commentary.” “I now know who you are.” He stopped a few feet away, his dark eyes unreadable. “Luna Blackwood. The rejected mate. The one who supposedly died of heartbreak.”

he said lightly, trying to cut the tension, “when we actually get there…wherever there is…what should we be expecting?” Damon hesitated. “Nightshade is… big actually. It's a well developed estate hidden away in the outskirts of the city with access to everything needed for a pack to thrive. There is minimal contact with humans as we keep to ourselves, and there is hardly any reason to leave the pack lands. Mara’s eyes widened in fascination. “It sounds like a fairytale land?” “Something like that, Damon said with a chuckle.” “Lovely,” she muttered. “Very welcoming. Very not ominous.”

Sleep took me first before I could interpret his words, pulling me under into dreams of silver wolves and blood moons and a fate that I didn't know. But what is Nightshade?

But then I took out another vial. “Nightshade.” The only potion that could neutralize wolfsbane. I pulled open the cap. “You see, I don’t intend to kill you. Not yet. Letting you die so quickly would be a kind of mercy—and you don’t deserve mercy. So I'll let you have a drink.”