Nightflyer Book Novels & Stories

--- Hell was no place for the faint-hearted; it was a realm carved from shadows and fire, where despair lingered like a heavy mist. The skies were eternally cast in hues of deep crimson and black, split by cracks of molten lightning that illuminated the jagged, obsidian cliffs. Rivers of molten lava twisted through the land, their currents whispering secrets of lost souls. Towers of dark stone loomed ominously, each crowned with a flame that burned not for warmth, but to reflect the unending torment below. The air itself was alive, heavy with the wails of the damned and the hum of infernal power, a ceaseless symphony of agony and fury.

Julian shook his head before walking over to his father and putting him to sleep with the palm of his hand on the back of his neck. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they noticed that the man had fallen asleep on the bed, and they moved out of that room. "Let's go to the front door and go out. My mother is already asleep. She won't notice us, but move slowly, maybe our bodyguard will notice." He opened the door to his room, but before that he arranged the books shelves. "What about your brother?" Nash asked him. Julain just shook his head. They act like ninjas as soon as they get down the stairs, not thinking about the weight of what they're carrying.

She had already sprinted past the turnoff for her apartment building; leading these unknown killers to her safe house would be suicide. She needed to lose them in the dark, because if she failed to break their line of sight, she would likely end up as a corpse on an autopsy table by morning. The path ahead was pitch black, unlit by any city infrastructure, but her enhanced night vision handled the darkness without issue. Fortunately, she knew these back alleys like the back of her hand. Reaching the absolute end of the concrete maze, the narrow path finally opened up into the wide, brightly lit expanse of the multi-lane highway.

This belonged only to a shifter being. Part of her had hoped Sinsa wouldn't find anything, but now that they had, she needed to know the truth. As the world of disbelief slipped through Sinsa's lips, she muttered, "'I—I think the Nightclaw pack may have something to do with this".' Sinsa walked towards the book she held, her words trailing behind her. “I found an old file, a scroll that I wasn’t allowed to access, containing hidden secrets of the Nightclaw catacombs. This book contains all the records they have of shifters leaving and visiting the new world,” she whispers as she sits by Myra.

***the previous chapter is the last chapter in which Amory’s POV will appear. We have now arrived at the point of the original book ‘Damaged’ on the chapter titled ‘Three Years Later’ if you wish to read both books as they occur in-sync with each other*** Amory is behind the bar dressed in a black halter top with black booty shorts and silver stilettos, which is typical for her, and I see her kick into high gear when Sy starts waving to get someone’s attention. We all know that this is do-or-die time! But a couple of drunk dumb fucks smashed to the ground behind me, breaking glasses and spilling liquor everywhere.

"I think I will go for the romance novel for now." After breakfast, Jessica tugged into her room. This is my first time in her room. I glanced at the bed; the pillows were propped up against the headboard. A book was face down in the middle of the bed. I grinned and pointed to it "What’s the name of the novel you’re reading?” I asked. "Nightfalls, it’s a mystery novel." "Ohh, I thought you said you only have romance, streamy, and horror." "That novel ain’t mine, I spotted it in the library and decided to spend the night reading it." She admitted

He slid his fingers between my legs, my breath catching as his fingers brushed against my inner thighs. His touch moved higher until his fingers finally reached my wetness. A shaky breath escaped my lips as he slipped them between my legs and I let out a quiet moan. “Oh… fuck,” I breathed as he began rubbing slow circles over my clit as my legs trembled, the sudden pleasure made my back arch slightly. My eyes squeezed shut as a gasp escaped me. The helicopter hummed loudly around us while the sky stretched endlessly outside the window.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

But his Charger was his baby, just like my Harley was mine. I took the lead and River rode beside me, while Cruz followed us. So far, I didn't see any members of Nightshade or anything suspicious, but that wasn't to say that the threat wasn't there. But it was late, and Nightshade had probably finished patrolling for the night. One could only hope. But I refused to live my life in fear. We made a left turn, and the night was gorgeous. Hot already, even though it was nice. But wolf-shifters didn't feel the heat or the cold like humans. The stars were out, but the moon wouldn't be out again until the Summer Solstice in June.