Night Watch A Novel Novels & Stories

Novah’s POV The stone walls of Moonstone Keep held the cold of the night long after dawn’s weak light filtered through the narrow window. Novah woke not to silence, but to the low, constant thrum beneath her skin. The *pack pulse*. It wasn’t just sound; it was texture, temperature, weight pressing against her consciousness even before her eyes opened.

The cover is so beautiful. I will certainly start reading it tonight, after the Sisters go to sleep and the Mothers go to bed. Only Mother Gabri and Mother Ruena keep watch at the windows at night, but I know that they usually drink too much and fall asleep before the dawn gets too far. That's enough time. I'll be able to go out, go to the lighthouse, and read for as long as I want before I have to go back. I'm eager to know what stories there are in these pages.

The city that had vanished when the roads broke. The city that apparently now contained mysterious underground lights and moving buildings. Excellent. Normal. Completely reasonable. Corin watched the glow quietly. His lantern staff resting against one shoulder. Mira stood beside him. Two Watchkeepers. Two survivors. Two people who had spent centuries keeping faith with roads that no longer existed. The sight made my chest ache. In a good way. A hopeful way. A story way. The best kind. Noah closed another journal. A disturbing milestone. "How far is it?"

She looked pampered and polished and expensive, like a trophy on display. "There's a book on the nightstand," Lena said quietly as the others began packing up their supplies. "The boss thought you might want something to read while you wait." I walked back to the bedroom on legs that felt like they belonged to someone else. The book was waiting for me on the nightstand, a novel I had never heard of with a cover that showed a woman standing at the edge of a cliff, looking out at a stormy sea. I picked it up and settled into the chair by the window, the silk of my dress rustling against the upholstery.

*Winter* Waking up was never easy; it felt like struggling with the remnants of a strange dream, but today was different. The first things I noticed were the soft glow of moonlight pouring through the large window and the velvet night sky dotted with tiny stars. It was breathtaking and made the sterile environment around me feel unexpectedly warm, though I couldn't shake the lingering confusion drifting through my mind.

The werewolves weren't in their full form but the moon is on their side boosting their abilities, three pairs of eyes looked familiar to me. They were the ones observing us recently! "Nobody move! My gun is loaded with silver. I will not hesitate to shoot!" @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL RUN ATHENA RUN Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT!

Jace said, holding onto her tighter. “Something is coming.” She whispered looking across the yard. “Something?” Jace said, setting Nora down and standing in front of her, Cole pushing just under his surface. He didn't pick up anything, what was she sensing? He squinted trying to focus his eyes. He couldn't hear anything ethier. “Yes. Something strong.” Nora whispered, her eyes glowing amber, Zara was ready to fight. Authors Note: Hello all Thank you so much for reading! This is the last chapter in this novel! Book two is called : The Luna that Broke the Alpha Council. You can continue the journey with what is instore next with Jace and Nora there! Much Love

It wasn’t male either. It was both. And neither. And it knew him. He slammed the book shut. The flames on the torches flickered. > “Someone’s protecting her. Someone older than any of us.” Alex turned to leave—but before he did, he noticed one book... tucked deep into the wall, half-hidden behind a cracked obsidian skull. Its title glowed faintly: “The First-born Flame: Records of the One Who Watched the Moon.” He reached for it. But the moment his fingertips touched the leather, the runes around the library pulsed—and the book… vanished.

“It’s the men hiding inside them.” Below them, the border village slept, the roofs coated in pale moonlight, the chimneys giving off thin spirals of smoke. Children curled against their mothers. Merchants slept with their ledgers under their pillows. Wolves, in human or fur, tucked into their dens believing the night was safe. The danger arrived three heartbeats later. A sharp whistle cut through the silence. The watchman straightened. “Did you, ” Arrows rained from the treeline. A scream cracked open the night as the first guard toppled backward, an arrow lodged in his throat. The young watchman spun, reaching for the bell rope, but another arrow sank into his chest before he could pull it.

But isn't that kind of obvious? In what seems like seconds instead of minutes, I'm turning into the Holiday Inn parking lot and sure enough, it looks exactly the way it did when I left. The lighting, the cars, the night sky. I pull into the same parking space as an intense, warm sensation floods my body. I turn off the engine and I catch something black out of the corner of my eye. I know exactly who it is. The Watchman. Incredibly, I actually felt him before I saw him and now I have no doubt he can feel it too.