Night Wing Novels & Stories

Christian raises his nose into the air and a second later the sound of his howl fills the night, cuts through the night sounds and echo's over the snow. I sit up, my heart beating with want to add my over voice. I raise my nose and howl at the starry sky, adding my voice into the night. Mikki's howl rises into the night, dragging out in a sorrowful tone. Tori's howl arises into the night, high and loud and soon Ash and Ally were singing alone. I lower my nose to breath and spot Carson making her way outside, smiling as she hears us croon into the shadow world. I raise my nose again, unable to stop myself if I wanted too. The need to howl burns through me, only dowsed when I am crying to the

The siblings arrived earlier than expected. In a stroke of luck, they did not encounter heavy traffic on their way back. Claude and Vince slept in her bedroom while she busied herself with their dinner and game night food. Her brothers seldom crash at her place, so when they do, she makes sure that she makes their favorite food. For dinner, she whipped their family recipe of adobo. She also prepared buffalo wings for their game food.

It looked like the situation there was about to get ugly, and she was honestly glad she wasn’t having to deal with that mess, even if the challenges that lay in front of her were not exactly a picnic in the park. Zane grabbed her bag out of the back, along with his own, and she nodded in thanks, still not speaking. Her boots crunched over the snow as the two of them approached the dimly lit hotel. It was the middle of the night, but even if it hadn’t been, it still would’ve been dark. The sun wasn’t staying up long at all. The perpetual night had to make it easier on the bloodsuckers. But it made it easier on their stalkers as well.

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.

None, besides anger and the conflict from last night, of course. And second off, I would never be his Luna. This was too weird, and I was suddenly terrified. "Are you ready for The Edge tonight?" He asked, distracting me momentarily. There wasn’t even a slight hint of acid in his voice. The Edge was a nightclub that was just 20 minutes off the pack lands. It was a place where a lot of Wolves, Humans, and other Supernatural creatures frequented. We had our ins with a special key phrase and stamp. It let the bartenders and bouncers know who we were, and more importantly, who our Alpha was.

The morning of departure dawned clear and cold, the first true chill of autumn frosting the grass of the Nightclaw clearing. Lira stood at the head of the largest force the territories had assembled since the march to the Black Mountain. The banners of the Compact snapped in a brisk north wind — Ironmaw's iron fist, the Western Pact's silver tree, the Eastern Enclave's crescent moon, the Southern Refugees' interlocking paws, and a new banner, added just the previous night: Nightclaw's own dark wolf silhouetted against a field of stars, stitched by the paws of elders who had watched Lira grow from a frightened pup into a leader.

“Maya, my father just told everyone in his network that we’re unprotected. That’s an invitation.” “To what?” “To whatever they want to do to us.” That night, Walsh arranged for agents to patrol our street. But I couldn’t sleep. Every car that passed, every sound outside, made my heart race. The baby was restless too, moving constantly, responding to my stress. “I’m sorry,” I whispered to my belly. “I’m so sorry you’re coming into all this chaos.” At three AM, I gave up on sleep and went downstairs. Alex was already there, working on his laptop.

The nightlight cast their shadows on the wall. Two silhouettes too close. Too hot. Too dangerous. And the night was just beginning. . . "Lemme touch you for a moment..." ~ Nick Luton Lancaster.

“Yeah. There are ways for vampires to get around during daylight hours, and I kind of have a magical way of making the sunlight not hurt Lucas.” “Oh, uh. Wow.” Silence falls between us for a few seconds. I pull the band from my ponytail. “So, when’s a good time to come over? Phil and I both have the night and then tomorrow off.” “Once the sun goes down. Is that too late for Penny?” “Lord no,” she says with a laugh. “That kid hasn’t been sleeping very well lately. It’s a Wonder Week.” “What’s that?” “A growth spurt that messes with her sleep cycle, her happiness, and basically my sanity. She might be up. She might not be.”

There had to be more. I sighed heavily and wished the message would vanish from my phone screen. Where on earth was I supposed to get $10 million? It was now 10 p.m. I fixed my hair, heart pounding with anticipation. Jerome had texted again saying Fiona had gone home, Jordan was asleep, and all the other guards were off duty for the night. Since it was Jerome’s shift, I could sneak in. Maya was already snoring, so I tiptoed out of the apartment. I wasn’t in the mood for another lecture.