Night Shade Novels & Stories

I approach the vanity and look through the drawers, finding some make up and make up remover in one of the drawers. I take off what is left of my make up and decide to explore two doors that are attached to the room. One opens to a large walk in closet, some of my clothes hang amidst designer brands and other things of a similar nature. I wasn’t one for fashion but I did appreciate the time taken to put all of the effort into giving me new clothes. I exit and go through the secondary door, revealing a large bathroom with a soaker tub and separate shower. I smile as I peel off the rest of my clothes and take a shower to get the nasty feeling of Anthony’s touch off of me. The shower didn’t las

I direct a side glare to the dolt I have for a driver and he looks away immediately, his jaw clenched and his eyes fixed on the road. The gates to my pack are opened and I look at the insignia. A plant cast in silver. Nightshade. The stuff of legend. Even more potent than silver if administered in the right amount. The Nightshade pack is deadly. I am deadly. Yet a woman escaped my grasp and the grasp of my pack. Quinn Alucard looks at me with wary eyes when we get down from the car but I ignore her. Her and the child in her hands. “Hunterrrr!”

I stepped out of the vehicle and walked to the arched portico where three bouncers dressed in black stood on both sides of the barrier. The foremost one nodded at me and granted me admission before I could even say anything. “Welcome to the Deadly Nightshade, Mr. Grey.” I stepped on the red carpet into the three storey building. The club has a sleek and modern design, with a purple and silver color scheme, and a lot of glass and metal accents. On either side of the long hallway were pieces of abstract art and sculptures. The carpet led to another doorway that granted access to the club area. There was a desk beside the door and a pretty lady smiled at me ushering me in.

There’s no way they could no that? I text back a thank you and step into the shower to prepare for tonight. I’m going clubbing for my birthday. Something feels different tonight. I look online at the available nightlife. I feel drawn to one called “Apex” it looked like and electric vibe and a fun place to dance. I called an Uber to take me there after I had dressed in glittery red mini dress. It felt odd on me. I had not worn something so short in several years but, I wanted to be different and have fun. I paired them with some black stilettos and some gold jewelry. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a slut but, I know this is what the “It” girls would wear to something like thi

His strong features and sharp amber eyes scanned the room with predatory intensity. Ignoring the chaos before him, Florian Nightshade strode purposefully down the central aisle, his long steps creating a breeze that lifted the corner of his suit. In just a few powerful strides, he reached the stage where Natalie stood.

It reminded me why I was doing this. The air at The Onyx on a Friday night was always thick with a mix of expensive perfume, stale smoke, and loud music. Tonight, it felt heavier, almost suffocating. I went through the motions of getting ready, pulling on the familiar black wig, painting my face into Eve's confident mask. This time, however, the usual shimmer of my dancing outfit felt less like a costume and more like a uniform for something I didn't fully understand. I worked my usual early shift, dancing, smiling, collecting tips. Each laugh felt hollow. Each moment on stage, under the flashing lights, was a countdown. Finally, Mr. Thorne's voice came over my earpiece.

*(Three Weeks Before the Alpha’s Death – Infirmary, Nightshade Territory)* Cole possessed a keen awareness of the world around him. It was this insight that enabled him to observe Kieran slipping into the healers' storage after midnight—long after the essential herbs had been carefully stored away. Moving with stealth among the glass vials, the Beta meticulously measured wolfsbane extract into a flask labeled *"For Pain Relief."* Yet, Cole understood that no remedy required such potent nightshade, unless the intent was to bring about silence without leaving a trace.

Each of them formidable alphas from packs with unique abilities and legacies. Caius Knight Black of the Nightshade Pack was a tall man with long, sleek black hair that framed his chiseled face. His eyes were a piercing silver, sharp and calculating, often concealed under the shadow of his brow. The Nightshade Pack was known for their mastery over shadows and stealth, and Caius embodied that secrecy and quiet danger. His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace.

“Sommy Blackwood.” I freeze. Why here, why now? I turn slowly and there she is—Zanele Nightshade. Pale as a new moon and just as sharp, dressed in white that somehow still makes her seem regal. We look almost exactly alike, except she carries herself like a wolf princess. Me? I’m just...me. “Why are you here at the healer’s?” I ask her. Her gaze cuts right through me. “My blood’s sick. Some rare nasty disease.”

“In their castle beyond night Gather the Gods in Darkness, With darkness to pattern man’s fate. The colors of darkness are no monotonous hue- For the blackness of Evil knows various shades, Full many as Evil has names.” Karl Edward Wagner