Nightowl Companion Novels & Stories

She accepted it nervously. "Still up in the air. Now go!" She pushed me out of the kitchen. *** Owls hooted in the distance. I stood at the office window that had perfect viewing access to the cottage. Watching as one by one the lights in the room went out as the little family inside went into dreamland. In the door-high mirror in the corner of the office, a black wolf sat with its chin up. Its red eyes glimmered like a ruby. "Am I imagining things or does Peony look awkward?" I asked Felion.

When she couldn’t see his back anymore, she offered a tiny wave at her beautiful home and started her journey to the Dark Shadow Pack. She heard the same sound she heard last night inside her father’s bedroom, she followed it keenly and was surprised to see an owl staring at her immensely, the owl flew in front of her, stopped, and lowered itself down. Alpha Ciandra couldn’t help but smile, “the birds love me.”

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.

It wasn’t the human--and as interesting a conversation about why he was there as it might’ve been if Ryker had been the one with his arm around her--she was glad that it wasn’t. Rolling over, Jo finally opened her eyes and found herself staring into Zane’s. His were wide open, and she doubted he’d ever even been asleep. Like most Guardians, he didn’t sleep much at all. Hunters could usually get by with three or four hours a night, but not Jo. Like her mother before her, she needed a full six hours, at least, to function. “What are you doing here?” Jo asked, her voice just above a whisper in case there were others still trying to sleep in the room. She hadn’t bothered to look.

He needed to protect. Deep down, he knew it was more than need. It was hope. The hope that maybe, just maybe, fate hadn't been so cruel to him. And for now, that was enough. It was already night when Nolan, still hidden in the darkness of the forest, saw his companion leave the house alongside Owen. The silver glow of the moon cut out their silhouettes on the front lawn, and his wolf growled low, restless. The sight of her, so close and yet unreachable, was a silent torture that consumed every fiber of his being.

Omega’s humble servant is hardly tolerated by the wolves and is destined to be his bearer. "She chosen by the goddess of the moon," said Moira in a trembling voice, Aria Blackthorne, the true companion of Alpha Kyle Morrison. The forest is confused. "It’s definitely a mistake!" Lyric's voice broke. "I don’t see anything! She is nothing! " "Why become Omega Moon?" The others scream.

He was using pain to suppress the mating instinct clawing its way out of his control. Dorian stood to the left. His fingers flew over the mechanical compass, and several arcane scrying eyes hummed overhead. A beam of stark white tracking light pinned Luna in place, stretching her shadow into a long, grotesque line on the ground. He didn't look up at her, but the heart-rate data on the floating compass display was spiking into chaos. Cold data was more honest than a man. His eyes didn't dare look, because one glance would bring him to his knees before her. Sylvan crouched in the shadows to the right. The mountain-sized ancient grey wolf at his side twitched its wet nose frantically, amber eye

"Did we need to negotiate in person?" "You wouldn't visit otherwise," he laughed. "We used to be such close friends when we were younger. Why don't you visit often?" "I'm here for business, Rafael." "I know, I know," he nodded as he tapped me on the arm and bobbed his head towards Marcy. "So, who's the mademoiselle? Is she yours?" "Lilith, Alpha of the Nightwalker Pack," Marcy said and extended her hand for a handshake. "Oh, fuck that," he said as he awarded her arm away as well and pulled her in for a hug, then proceeded to peck her on both cheeks. "That's how you greet a person."

What character was Olivia playing? "You've finished all the alcohol. We'll get more tomorrow." "That won't do. Bring me my steed. I shall ride out and get you some alcohol." Ethan was speechless. He could only play along. "Alright, the hour is late. Let's turn in for the night." Olivia jumped off the bed. "I'm not tired. I'm an owl. Owls don't sleep at night." She put her hands by her side and said, "I'll watch over you. Sleep. I'll go out and catch some rats and snakes later."

The omega sat in the music of the night with the screeching owls and singing crickets, the wind blowing at her loose strands of hair; the only thing coming from her was small, unheard huffs as she breathed in and out calmly. The last thing she wanted was to alert the enemy or anyone else for that matter. She didn't know who was around, or rather what was around. That's why the omega embraced the silence; it was all Allie knew. Taking a deep breath, she looked up slowly above her, eyes rolling back. It never failed to amaze her. The soft glowing light of the moon, all alone in the dark sky while illuminating the space around and kissing her skin. Her back was resting against a piece of broken