Night Wing Names Novels & Stories

he whispered, locking eyes with me. At that moment, his gaze fueled my resolve. I wasn’t just a nameless nanny or a nobody. I was Damian’s dear childhood friend, the daughter of the man known as the god of designs. "Blue Harrison," I reminded myself, and I knew I had to put on my mask and act like it. The hall was alive, a cacophony of laughter and the soft hum of music that swirled around me like a thick fog. As I stepped inside, the buzz of conversation washed over me, enveloping me in an atmosphere of success and ambition. Business associates of Damian flitted about, their smiles painted on like masks while their eyes glinted with opportunism.

“You’re not making a deal with Lucas. You’re making one with me. And if you don’t, well, I hope you like cats.” “What do you want?” “First, you need to make a charitable donation to FONTA, anonymously, of course. We don’t want people thinking you went and did something nice.” The Friends of the Night Association, or FONTA for short, is an organization that promotes human-vampire relationships, both personal and professional. “And the size of the donation needs to be at least half of the amount you sold me for.” My father does his best not to recoil from the thought of doing anything to help FONTA. “What else?”

But now that it was understood, I had to confront the nightmare that would be my reality. “Don’t call me that.” “You’re right,” he said. “It’s not original—I shall think of something better. Perhaps Andronika Onehand. Or Andronika Axethief. Or Andronika ScorchedPalm. Moonlit shadow pack emerged in the distance, but everything was fuzzy, the buildings blending into one another in a hideous smear. “I don’t like you.” “Good. You shouldn’t.” His grip tightened around my waist as he urged the horse into a gallop.

It also felt like a risky secret. “Dear Little Bird,” the letter began. I traced Nathaniel’s handwritten words with my thumb. It was so neat. Almost like he had formal training on Calligraphy. We had agreed on the monikers during the second day of his absence. He was THE GHOST, and I was LITTLE BIRD. It was a childish precaution, a layer of thin glass between us and the crushing weight of the Valak name, but it was the only way we could breathe. Plus, as wonderful as having a friend felt, I knew that

"Ivy? What are their names? Their real names, not the ones in the legal filing." She looked back at him, moonlight catching in her hair. "Aiden. Luna. Nova. I gave them constellation names because they were my light in the darkness." Then she was gone, disappearing into the trees as silently as she'd come. Dominic stood alone by the waterfall, his heart both breaking and healing at the same time. He had their names. He had a chance. Now he just had to prove he deserved it.

“Apparently, he was attracted by the bubble wand in my hand. I asked him about his parents and he said his beautiful mommy is getting cereal. And that's how I find Jade, going crazy looking for her kid.” His eyes find me and burn with an underlying curiosity. My body tingles with the same curiosity. “Thank you, Mr. Graves.” Soren steps forward and extends his hand. Knight clasps it firmly, his jaw set in a grim line. “Just call me Knight Morningstar.” “You sure do have a lot of names.” Knight shrugs. “A man cannot rely on just one face. I think you understand that.” A silence passes between both men. It's choking and uncomfortable. I clear my throat and break it. “Soren, honey…we should go n

She blinks her big eyes at Mirelle Ashen. She asked her brother but did not ask her. She thinks maybe she is not as pretty as Orion. “It is your turn now,” Mirelle Ashen says with a big laugh. She thinks this little female pup is so cute. She is so small but she already gets jealous of her brother. “What is your name?” Mirelle Ashen asks her nice. “I am Liora Nightbane. Me and my brother both use our mother’s pack name,” Liora says super proud.

said Swift Mustang, Twilight & Bronyium looked at the them “Quiet Lily, Astral Mist, Ivory Wings, Lunar Scar, Swift Mustang & Shadow Star… the Disabled Six proud and strong” said Bronyium “is Dashie okay…” I said, Swift and the others, Bronyium & Twilight turned around and saw me walking with the help of Azerix, Aezaith & Phageomora “Firefly are you okay?” Twilight asked “I am just got help from Azerix, Aezaith & Phageomora.” I said.

Good day, Empire/Organization/Mafia/Yakuza/Assassins! I'm inviting you to join our Luxury Masquerade Party. All organizations and Empires are allowed to join. Everyone is required to wear a formal attire, and we are not allowing you to bring any weapons for everyone's safety. Thank you! —Athena. When: December 26 Time: 8:00 pm Where: Palacio Underground I'll make sure you can't run away from me, AOSO! "We need a codename. You will call me Athena. You will call Ivan as Ares. Basti as Cronus. Cassidy as Hera. Yohan as Hermes. Dean as Apollo and Ace as Eros. We will use Greek Mythology names." I said.

Barely looking, she tosses it my way and I field it before it hits the ground. Without a word, she turns and leaves. A minute later, it blinks dark. Touched a nerve? Who knows? I rub away a smudge of soil and bite into the potato. ***** The Wolves and the Nightshades... Gang names... ? 'Wolves' has masculine overtones, a touch of the machismo about it. I can see that as a gang name. But Nightshades? What gang calls itself Nightshades? Poison is a woman's weapon...