Nightbane Novels & Stories

“And the only one who is suited for this task.” A map is unrolled across the table between us. I could see borders that had been carved with ink and blood. The southern lands marked my country, Moonstone, and the north was home to humans, Aegis. “They were thorough,” I say. The king nodded once. “Agreed. A human biker gang cannot erase a pack that size alone.” My jaw tightens. “Blackthron Biker Gang.” The name tasted like poison. “Blackthrone might have carried out this slaughter.” The Alpha king says, “But someone had been feeding them information–like the patrol routes, weak points, and the timing.”

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

Enough about herself. Yeah. That’s what worries me. Aria has a lot of ground to cover, and she may not have the time she needs to learn. Ronan’s voice cuts through the room, steady and controlled. “Nightbane territory runs along the eastern ridge. Patrols rotate every four hours. We go in between shifts—fast, precise, no unnecessary contact.” He taps the map spread across the table. Lines, markers, entry points. A rescue mission drawn in ink, but it smells like blood already.

He heard her talking to her mother while he was hiding behind the window sill. “A rose and a viper.” Damon enunciated, narrowing his gaze to Walsh. “Who’s crest is it?” “Nemesis.” It wasn’t a name, and it annoyed him more. He has a lot of names on his list that fall into that category. It would take him forever to sift them one by one. “Burson.” Walsh suddenly added, finally in his conceding voice. The pain was becoming intolerable, and he was bleeding between his legs profusely. Only a thread of skin holding his entire balls.

There was no way in hell I was going to be able to leave before he saw me. “Are you really trying to run?” Brady called out from the doorway behind me. “There is no point in trying to avoid him. He will find you.” “Shut up, Brady. You’re not helping.” He chuckled again, irritating me further. “He is a Bedlam Knight, Nessa. Good luck.”