Nimona Novels & Stories

of the table, their eyes hit both of them. On Kael’s right: Dima, sleeves rolled up, a stack of paper and a stylus in front of him. Beside him, Jace sprawled in his seat with practiced slouch, a tablet in one hand, boots hooked on a crate instead of the floor. Across from them, three new faces. Nia, representing the sanctuary network. Imani, representing security and the ex‑Sirens who’d chosen to be fighters. Lina, the legal brain, representing the fragile but vital bridge between everything they’d built and the pieces they wanted to be able to show daylight without being arrested.

She quietly logged in. She did not use her known used name, NULLWRAITH. That name carried too much weight and history. Instead, she typed a simple unremarkable name. OBSIDIAN_13, and no one noticed. As for Florence, she logged in as AZURA, and the room buzzed. That name was famous, feared and respected. Nate also entered her username. VYREX. When the signal flashed green, ROUND ONE STARTED. The game dropped them into a digital battlefield of tight spaces, shifting terrain, and limited weapons.

The mark on my shoulder pulsed under moonlight. Not pain, something worse. It whispered my name in a tongue I’d never learned. “Do you hear it too?” Dax asked, voice shaking. I nodded. The Moon wasn’t speaking to me anymore. It was commanding me. Lira entered the war chamber in crimson, not mourning. “The Luna throne sits empty,” she purred. “And the Alpha hesitates. Perhaps I should rule.” The elders didn’t laugh. They listened. She smiled at Vaeron, then looked at me. This wasn’t politics.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

Damon's POV Damon was surprised to see how lavish Mona's house looked. He knew that Mona definitely had spent a lot of his money because while she was his mistress, he had given her one of his unlimited credit cards. Damon cused himself once again as he recalled what an idiot he was even just a few months ago. Mona grabbed his hand and almost dragged him trough the main door of the villa. She was really eager to take him to her bedroom. Damon did not say anything he just followed Mona. He was a little confused at the fact that Nina was still walking without having any problem with her balance. she have had consumed a lot of alchohol and if any other girl was in her place, she would have lost

Winnie went into the bathroom before splashing cold water on her face and washing her neck. She bit into her lower lip to stop herself from breaking into a cry. She looked at herself in the mirror and at his fingerprints on her neck. She brushed it with her hand in irritation but she knew it would not go away. She rushed out and grabbed her makeup box before removing a concealer. She started to put it on her neck to hide marks. She glanced at the doorway checking out if Cassius was coming but he was nowhere in sight. She gave the last touch to her makeup, looking at herself in the mirror. Everything looked fine to her. She was about to move toward bed but then…

I feel eyes on me and it makes me slightly uncomfortable. “Devon!” A blonde-haired woman with pink highlights approaches us, I don’t fail to catch the pistol tucked under the waistband of her trousers, I recognize her from the photos scattered around her social media, Leto Brookes, socialite, the influencer with million followers, CEO of a matchmaking agency but here, in the underworld. She’s the co-owner and mafia queen of The Nexus. She’s holding a glass of wine as she sashays to us. “Looking good this morning, cousin!”

“Don't be scared, Nimue. Maybe she can help. “ Umbra, however, growled in warning. “Stay away from her.” Word and opposite - those two. I needed to talk, right? It was only right to match her energy and introduce myself. "Nice to meet you… Nadia," I stammered, the words scratching my dry throat. Nadia, seemingly oblivious to my fear, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "And you must be Nimue, the infamous Alpha's new daughter." “A– ah… I– you…” I tried to say whatever came next to my mind but she could even barely notice.

Ronan stood up, his shirt torn, a long gash running down his arm. "I told you to stay back." "And I told you I’m a doctor." I walked over to the unconscious wolf. As the transformation began to reverse, the fur receded, the snout shortened. But it wasn't Sienna. It was a girl I didn't recognize—Lila Monroe. "Who is she?" "A runner for the Obsidian Exchange," Ronan said, wiping blood from his lip. "She’s been baiting us." "Baiting us for what?" "For this."