Night Shade Novels & Stories

Gabriel Sandor was soon to be Alpha, his eighteenth birthday only a week behind mine, where he was to finally ascend as Alpha of Night-moon pack, and one of the 13 Alphas under the Night Wolf territory. With brown eyes and blonde hair, he if anything should have looked mismatched and yet the combination did wonders for him. Standing at an Alluring height, with broad shoulders, and a face that had all the unmated females praying to claim him on his eighteenth birthday, it was a shame his heart did not match his beauty. "Shade Shadows," he stated eyes staying on me, a smile that made my blood crawl curving his face. Vale moved instinctively behind me. "Gabriel-"

She takes my hand in hers and squeezes it gently. "We are werewolves, not monsters," she says softly. "Our pack is called the Shadows and is led by Gabriel Valley. He became our leader after his father's death some months ago." I sigh and turn to look at her. Her blue eyes look sad as she stares at me. "I promise you my child, you are not a monster. Being different is your greatest power," she whispers, grazing her fingers across my eyebrows. "You'll see," she adds with a faint smile. I stare at her drowning in my thoughts. I think about everything. Me. Them. The pack. I'd have sworn last night was just a dream but I know what I saw and felt. It was all too real. "Your father and I are going

They'd settle their fight after their boss is fine. Silas swallowed nothing when she called his full name too. “Sir Gerard gave his order. Make sure what happened to boss isn't known to the workers for the time being,most especially the *SHADOW NIGHTMARES*” SHADOW NIGHTMARES is the name of naomi's dark fan base. Crazy,toxic, insane, psychopaths with zero tolerance for rubbish. They attack who's against NAOMI,they respect her works and they are the ones she lives for after her mother and daughter.

"Don't worry. It’ll all be over soon. Do you know what was in that wine? White Shade. That is a rare sedative that doesn't just knock you out, it clears your most recent memory, especially the ones that took place right before you go unconscious. "When you wake up," Selene continues, her voice sounding like an evil lullaby, "you won't remember this conversation. You won't remember coming here. But everyone else will remember what you did. By the time you open your eyes, you’ll be in so much trouble you won't even know how to begin defending yourself." She laughs again, an evil kind of laughter. "Adrian will never want to see your face again." I try to scream, but only a broken sob comes out.

"The full antidote is back at the brownstone. We left without it." "So what does that mean right now?" "It means I need something stronger to hold the poison back until Seraphine gets here." Her ruby eyes found mine. "I need Nightshade blood. A few drops mixed with what's left in that vial. It won't cure me. But it'll neutralize the dark magic component long enough to matter." I looked at her.

“Jax is halfway to the border as we speak with a bag full of cash. And there's no ‘escaping’ here for you. At least not through the door” I stumble, the world spinning. “Jax…he…he really left me?” She doesn't reply, just reaches for her pocket and pulls out a tiny bottle. Inside is a dark, glittering liquid that swirls like oil mixed with something else I can't fathom. “This is Nightshade Marrow” she says in a low whisper, placing the cold bottle in my palm. “Smear it across your lips. The second their skin touches yours, they'll be dead. It would look like a heart attack, like they died from extreme excitement”

Her inner wolf spirit was flat on its stomach, terrified of the massive, ancient energy filling the room. Faith didn't look like a victim anymore. She slowly stood up. SNAP. SNAP. The heavy steel chains wrapped around her chest and arms shattered like brittle glass. Pieces of sharp metal flew across the room, embedding themselves deep into the concrete walls. She didn't use the digital silver light of her father's system. This was pure, raw, biological muscle. “You thought I was weak because you poisoned the machine,” Faith said. Her voice didn't sound human anymore. It was a beautiful, terrifying double-tone that echoed off the metal ceiling. “But you forgot. I am a Nightshade. And today, I

“Then stop talking and show me.” They stumbled toward her bedroom, kissing like they were trying to consume each other. His hands roamed down her back, gripping her ass, pulling her tighter. She tugged at his shirt, desperate for skin. They left a trail of clothes behind them. By the time they reached the bed they were mostly naked. Jonah pushed her down gently, crawling over her. His mouth found her breasts immediately, sucking hard on one nipple while his hand squeezed the other. Nadia arched off the bed with a loud moan.

House NOCTISHADE Crest: A bat winged crown dripping in black ichor and wrapped in a veil of thorns Quote: “Whispers rule longer than war cries.” Accepts: Vampires, necromancers, shadow wielders, illusionists Traits: Strategy, grace, cold ambition, secrets Vibe: Gothic masterminds and seductive sociopaths Known for: Politicians, assassins, spymasters, cursed nobility Okay, yeah. If hot bloodsuckers were going to throw parties where they poison their wine just for fun, they’d be from Nocti-fucking-Shade.

ELARA * * “Cat got the Mute’s tongue?” I spun but still couldn’t see him. “Show yourself,” I snapped. A low chuckle followed. “Giving me orders? That’s cute.” He stepped out from between the trees. Even in the dark I knew that build. Tall. Broad. Muscular to intimidate. His grey eyes sliced through shadow like they ran on their own power source. Ian Nightshade. The girl-moaning, door-slamming, either-get-in-or-fuck-off Ian Nightshade.