Nightbane Novels & Stories

“You think I do not know that, Garron? I saw it with my own eyes. The hunters were not alone last night. There was another among them. A man who should not walk this earth.” The council stirred uneasily. Some muttered prayers under their breath, others exchanged sharp looks. “What do you mean by ‘should not’?” another elder, Selwyn, asked. His tone was cautious, but beneath it was fear. Lucian’s jaw clenched. “He is of my bloodline. A Nightbane. I believed them all dead. I was wrong.” The room fell into silence so thick Elena could hear the crackle of the torches. The elders stared at him with wide eyes, some in disbelief, others in dawning horror.

There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them. He wasn’t the only one who possessed unnatural abilities. There was a female warrior in his pack that was known as Nightingale. She was extremely agile with swift reflexes that were almost invisible to the naked eye. Aside from her, there was Phantom. I didn’t know the ranks of the pack members, but each member had skills that were just as strong as their Alpha. Phantom could move so fast that some believed he could teleport and he was more dangerous than Shadowstrike. Phantom was a known killer and was on the top of the wanted list for not only werewolves but al

"Before I kill you." "Rush Balista, Leader of the Hunter Warrior Clan." He smiled as he took a step forward. "Now, you... are... mine." He leaped for me, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the sliding glass doors. Glass crashed outward with him, splintering into the living room as Rush fell backward off the balcony, followed by his partner. They both flailed their arms and legs in the air as they fell hard onto the grassy courtyard. They got up, and then other members of Nightshade saw us and pointed up. They started climbing the side of the Compound, headed toward us, roaches crawling after fresh meat.

It is advised to retreat and flee immediately! "What?" Keagan muttered to himself, his confusion growing. The screen continued to bombard him with flashing text, saturating his vision with its rapid display. Villain Report: Name: Unknown Alias: Duskbringer Classification: Infamous Villain Description: Duskbringer is an Infamous Villain known for their sinister skills, shadowy maneuvers, and menacing presence. This enigmatic figure operates in the shadows, striking fear into the hearts of both heroes and civilians alike. With their calculated approach and unique abilities, Duskbringer has become a significant threat within the city.

Its eyes; dozens of them,blinked across its chest, arms, and neck. Its voice crawled into their minds, low and coiling. “Who dares disturb my slumber?” Selene gasped, retreating behind Ryker, who instinctively stepped in front of her. Nyra stood tall. “I am Nyra Duskbane. I offer blood, soul, and flesh in exchange for your strength.” The demon's lipless mouth curled into something like amusement. “Ah… the last heir of the Broken Throne. Your heart drips vengeance. I like that.”

his laughter was contagious so I joined him. “Fair enough,” he said. “I suppose I should have introduced myself properly from the start.” He turned to me, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “My name is Tobias Bennet – but Bennet is the name I gave myself personally. Our last name was too long and tedious.” “Nightbane?” I said the name tentatively. “Grandpa Marcus was right.” He nodded. “Tobias Nightbane from the Nightbane Pack.” “Tobias,” I repeated testing the name on my tongue. It felt oddly familiar, like something I should have known all along.

I said, my voice cold. A muscle in Kieran’s jaw ticked. “That wasn’t an option.” I clenched my fists. “Why not?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he slowly turned the fire poker in his hand before tossing it aside with a dull clank. “I'm pretty sure I made it clear earlier that, You are my mate.” Kieran Nightbane. I've heard rumors about him, Leader of the Nightbane pack. If Blue Moon pack was ruthless then Night bane was hell itself.

"Like the claimed wolf has a second source." Silence for a moment. The lantern moved slightly. "That would mean a dual bond formation," the woman said carefully. "That's extremely rare." "That's why I flagged it." "Who is the claimed student?" The lantern stopped moving. "Nightbane," the man said. The name hung in the cold night air between them and then dissolved into the dark, and I lay in the dirt of the medicinal garden and felt the word move through me like ice water through a cracked wall. "Kieran Nightbane," the woman said slowly, like she was tasting it. "Doran Nightbane's son."

Here this boy stood, unafraid, speaking loud. “Who are you, kid?” Eyebrow raised, the child replied, “I am Gonar, apprentice to the high priest and master of all the wood, Drust.” “Good for you.” August groaned as he tried to get to his knees, his body full of aches and devoid of weapons. “How is it I’m still alive?” “My master wishes it, for now.” “Wonderful, Your master around?” Gonar nodded. “He prepares for the Lammas festival and the great battle to come soon.”

I don’t sleep. I haven’t in years. The insomniac Alpha. I’ve been called worse, but none of the labels really bother me anymore. They’re all meaningless. My name is Zane Ryker, and the night—my night—belongs to me. When you live as long as I have, you learn that sleep is just a weakness, a necessity of the young, the mortal. I’m neither. I’m an Alpha—three hundred years old, and I’ve conquered everything I’ve ever set my eyes on. But sleep, sleep eludes me, just as the last fragments of my humanity do.