Night Shade Novels & Stories

Thankfully, I had no problem getting inside the nightclub since they didn’t demand an ID because if so, I would be screwed. Seeing as the club is owned by Vetino, I highly think most of the people in here are werewolves, and recognizing my name would be the last thing I needed. Rumors will spread and dirty words will publicize. As a Luna, I have to keep a neat profile so I did the first thing that crossed my mind. I bought a wig. Yes, a blond wig to be specific. With the small bag of makeup I brought with me, I applied some red lipstick with eyeliner and eyeshadow inside the car.

The voices intensified as a beam of light lit up Jeremy on a higher stage. The rhythm he played started soft and slow but little by little the drums intensified. When the symbols crashed, a platform rose onto the stage with Kyung Jiho on it. Hae Mina grinned when she saw the white slivers light up under the black lights. On the back of Kyung Jiho's shirt was his name and on the arm was the Nightide emblem. The drum's symbols crashed and the next instrument joined. One by one, Nightide appeared on the stage with their parts. Hae Mina knew this was not her song to come in on because she had never been given a part.

We are all way too gossipy to keep a plan like that under wraps. “I can guarantee that those two have Shade on their payroll,” I say. “Yeah, that makes the most sense,” Hades replies. Shade is a witch/vampire hybrid and has been slinking around for close to 1000 years now. She will do whatever for the right price, so I know Vepar and Asmosday have to pay her extremely well to go along with this plan. We all know about Shade and what she does. We have left her alone because she hasn't bothered us. I am not sure what we should do now that she is involved in this shit.

Derek’s voice was sharp. The doctor nodded. “I found traces of an unusual substance in her system. Something that shouldn’t be there.” “What are you saying?" Derek asked first and Cathy crossed her arms too. I sat up straighter, my heart racing. He hesitated for a moment before answering. “Nightshade.” “Nightshade?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. “Are you sure?” The doctor nodded grimly. “Yes. It’s a potent toxin. It’s not often used, but when it is, the effects can be devastating. You’re lucky the Coastal Moon pack has the antidote. Without it, you could’ve slipped into a coma or worse.”

**** Pov: Aiden. The rain’s a cold slap against my face as I crouch in the woods, the Nightshade mansion looming through the trees like a fortress mocking me. My boots sink into the mud, and the weight of the silenced pistol in my hand feels heavier than it should. The drone’s gone, its tranq dart missing Asher and Ember by inches, just like I planned. I’m not here to kill them—not yet. The voice on the phone made that clear: *Get the boy. Break the Nightshades. Nothing else matters.*

I have also learned how they refer to each other. A person named Night is a twilight lyceum; this means protectors of the twilight and carries the virus to create other lyceums. Chanco means protectors of the night. The twilight is what they call the shadow realm. The shadow realm is the term given to the plane between day and night; it is a world within itself. The only way I can explain it is a dimension just outside of our reality.

He was about to talk when my mother interrupted him. “Because it's not your strength. Avery, something that's easily given can also be easily taken. Do you know my moniker amongst the other packs?” “No…” I replied with furrowed brows, “Nightshade. A Nightshade is a beautiful flower and just like a rose has thorns, a Nightshade is very poisonous. Beautiful yet dangerous, pure but at the same time evil, that's what a lot of people see me as.” “Are they right?” I asked my mother gently, she didn't seem like a dangerous person to me but that was probably because I was her daughter.

Continue being herself. And if that made her enemies, so be it. She was Luna Nightshade, bridge child, daughter of Aria and Dante, student at the academy, girlfriend to Asher, friend to many. She was all of those things at once. Complex, contradictory, impossible to reduce to a single role. And no amount of threats would change that.

"This is the work of the Northern Covens. They don't just want to kill him; they want to torture him." He looked down at Nash, whose skin was rapidly becoming clammy and pale. The purple veins had reached his jawline now, branching out like a sinister web. "He's strong," Kai noted clinically. "Most shifters would be convulsing on the ground by now. The Alpha blood is fighting it, but it's a losing battle. Concentrated Nightshade is a neuro-paralytic. It targets the nervous system. First the extremities, then the lungs, finally the heart."

he said with surprise, staring at Adam like he was seeing a ghost. Adam chuckled softly, brushing off his clothes. “Long time, Nightshade. I know it has been a while. So… how do you see this pack now?” Nightshade let out a long breath and pushed the door wider. “This pack is fine. Strong. Loyal. But we fight with another pack almost every day. They won’t leave us alone.” Adam’s eyebrows lifted. He stepped closer, studying Nightshade’s tired face. “Every day? That sounds rough.” “It is,” Nightshade replied, rubbing the back of his neck. His shoulders were tense, and Adam could see that he hadn’t slept properly in a long time.