Nihil Novi Sub Sole Novels & Stories

He let out a deafening, gravelly roar that tore through the howling wind of the storm, his massive paws digging deep into the wet turf as the cold, needle-like rain slammed against his steaming, slag-armored carapace. Right behind him, Natalia scrambled out of the smoking fissure. She dropped to one knee on the grass, her lungs violently rejecting the foul, sulfurous air of the subterranean tunnels as she inhaled her first breath of pure surface air in weeks. Her silver-etched blade was notched and stained with purple arachnid ichor, and her hands shook with raw physical exhaustion, but her eyes were instantly drawn to the western horizon. From this high ridge, the entire coastline of Solis-

He chuckled lightly before answering my thoughts. “We will have plenty of time to discuss that when once we make it back to the ship. As for your determined state of pregnancy my love as your men say. I do not shoot blanks.” He smirked suggestively before pulling me into a passionate kiss. “Now let us get you fed and ready to go my love we need to get ready to depart. There are some soldiers of Jahova who are still on the hunt in the area wishing to bring about the extinction of the remaining of the Lulu’s descendants the Nephilim such as yourself.” “Nephilim?” I say confused.

She judged him to be no older than twenty-two; a young man fresh from the army hired to work in a position for a lycanthrope second-in-power to the Alpha. Her master. Her creator. The commander. He tipped his hat at the servants and clapped hands with the males, a guffaw of laughter ringing about his bright presence. He was the sun and they were all flowers listing towards him for warmth, comfort, thirsty for a sliver of that brightness. He’s coming. He’s coming. Still she had not moved from her position. Her palms felt warm and soft and damp against her face.

she paused looking to George for support. “You are to reject Alpha Ben and pledge to stay here as a omega for the rest of your life, otherwise Alpha Isaac will order him and you to be sentenced to death.” Maya’s eyes fell to the ground as she avoided my questioning glare. There was an awkward silence for a few moments. “I will do it, on the condition that I can at least see my mate to say goodbye.” I wept. How could the moon goddess allow this to happen to me? I can’t stand this. My mate was going to die either way. If I fulfilled my own alphas wishes and rejected Ben, then he would be misreable without me by his side. Alpha Isaac would kill him and destroy his pack if I didn’t do what he wa

A few moments later, the world around me became insignificant as the melody filled my ears, and I immersed in the beautiful music and the score in front of me. Until suddenly Ikaros's voice appeared in my mind— "You wished I kissed you." —and Fantasia No. 4 in C Minor, whose score I had neatly arranged in my memory, was now in disarray. Oh my, why does he always have to mess with my head? ***** Ikaros's POV While Rutherford explained the fluctuating graphs—which were a good sign—I couldn't help but think of Azalea. It's strange how my mind now favors her, when for the past three months I've been constantly criticizing her.

The flicker of Enzo’s desk lamp cast long shadows across the room. Sienna sat across from him, poring over files that Nico had pulled from Marco’s old safe house. Papers were strewn across the desk, marked with Marco’s sharp, cryptic handwriting. “Have you seen this name before? Javier Solano?” Sienna said pointing to a name scrawled on a document. Enzo leaned forward, narrowing his eyes. “No. Who is he?”

She buried herself under her blankets, letting the silence consume her as she tried to ignore the pounding of her own heart. In the dimness of her room, as daylight faded and the shadows grew long, Channary clutched her pillow, sinking deeper into her shame. The Moon had betrayed her, left her vulnerable, her mate unclaimed. She was the Alpha’s daughter, Moon-Kissed and blessed, yet here she was, abandoned and marked only by the emptiness of broken promises.

“I can assure you this is serious. We have intelligence …” “Your intelligence isn’t very intelligent. That colony in the Artic Ocean has a hundred members. I have not felt any links sever or been called on for help. So they are full of shit. They don’t have any sirens. I can prove this now.” I say as I close my eyes and feel for the links of the nomad colony and open it to them. “Queen Asteria. It is nice to feel you again. What can I help you with?” I speak to the elder. He is a great friend.

Someone who wasn’t her. She swallowed hard. It didn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter. But it did. Gods, it did. *** Eira leaned over the table, gripping the rim as the dizziness crashed over her again. Her fingers tingled. Her vision tilted. “Not now,” she whispered. “Not yet.” She steadied herself, forced her breathing to even out, and reached for the last vial. A mixture of wolfsbane neutralizer, lunar iron filtration, and purified water—nothing permanent - but something that could slow the progression of the sickness. Something that could buy her time.

His old, wrinkle-covered hand rested firmly upon a silver staff with a wolf's head, while his sharp hawk eyes, laden with experience, stared straight toward the row of main surveillance monitor screens. "He has completely lost his mind!" Elzio hissed, his voice rising an octave, trembling between panic and overflowing rage. "Sebastian Norwich brought more than three hundred heavily armed personnel, complete with armored tactical vehicles. They have blocked our entire underground logistics route in North Neophile. That bastard sent a written ultimatum, surrender Helga Novalie within two hours, or he will declare open war with the Wilder dynasty!"