Novel Set In New Orleans Novels & Stories

she said as I watched her go into the kitchen for wine. "She is a beauty, Niklaus," Kira said to me, "and she so emotional because she's pregnant with your child." My heart almost stopped as I turned to her, smiling. "Are you serious?" My heart raced at the thought of my baby growing inside Raven. "I am." She smiled. ***** Rose and Alma arrive on the bus into the Historic city of New Orleans. The air is sweet with a hint of magic the city is known for. They gather their bags and wave down a taxi to their rooms, that the tribal elders had booked in advance.

New Orleans Mia Cruz jolted awake at the sound of her alarm shrieking through the silence. With a groggy groan, she slapped at her phone, missing twice before finally silencing it. Blinking against the early morning light filtering through her curtains, she forced herself upright. Her body protested, every muscle stiff from the awkward way she had slept. She hadn’t even changed out of yesterday’s clothes. Again. Rubbing her eyes, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and checked the time.

she will spill it all tonight after we have a few drinks. Tara and I both lie back and sleep for the rest of the ride. I want to be fresh and ready when we make it to Frenchman's house. I am so excited about seeing the city again and seeing the bars again. Even though the town is run mainly by vampires now, I do not care. I love New Orleans, and I need it right now. Even if I have to deal with the ex-husband I know it will be a good time. I have my friends and there is plenty of booze to help us numb the pain of our every day life back here.

And somewhere, in the dark between worlds, the little girl opened her eyes and smiled with a mouth full of new teeth. “Ready or not,” she sang to the night, “here I come.” When the Sky Broke Open It started above the Mississippi. One heartbeat the moon was red and perfect. The next, the sky tore like wet paper. A jagged scar split the night from river to horizon, edges glowing violet-white, bleeding starlight and screams. Every ward in New Orleans shattered at once. Car alarms howled. Streetlights exploded in showers of sparks. People spilled out of bars and houses, phones raised, mouths open.

They had gone on a work trip and left Saturday evening. Callie burst into almost psychotic giggles, she suddenly stopped as her world started swaying and everything went blurry. She wakes up almost immediately, she moves and flinches expecting the pain of her worn out body to attack her but was pleasantly surprised. She couldn’t feel anything. She stood up and dusted herself off despite it being useless considering she was covered head to toe in paint. She turned to make her way back to her stool, she stared face scrunched up in confusion, it wasn’t there. What? Infact this attic which she believed to be hers was more spacious than normal.

My gaze fell on her again, this time a cruel smile crept on my face. This calls for my favourite place in the world. "New Orleans." ___________________________

he asks, a slight tilt of his head indicating his interest. I hesitate, then choose my words carefully. “Just visiting some family friends, getting a change of scenery. Helps clear the mind.” Eli nods, seeming to accept this explanation. “New Orleans is a good place for that. There’s a rhythm to the city that’s unlike anywhere else. It’s alive, almost like it breathes with you.” I laugh lightly. “That’s a poetic way to put it.” He grins, his hazel eyes twinkling. “I have my moments.”

Ethan’s POV New Orleans greeted us with its warm, sultry air as we stepped off the jet. The city had a pulse of its own, humming with life even at this late hour. Jazz music drifted from the streets, mixing with the scent of something rich and spicy in the air. But despite the charm of the place, Ava barely noticed. We’ve been moving from one doorstep to another, chasing leads, asking questions, and hitting dead ends. “We can rest and continue tomorrow,” Caleb suggested, rubbing his neck.

“Your father always said age was seasoning, not limitation and I think he was trying to justify him being older then me, But this? This is cayenne pepper.” Marcus smiled at her, “Then wish me luck. I’m stepping into her kitchen.” “Lord help you,” Mabel said. “Her brothers will eat you alive.” By the time his jet touched down in Louisiana, Marcus’s pulse had settled into a calm determination. The air was thick with rain, jazz, and something he hadn’t felt in years—anticipation. He arrived at St. James Creole unannounced. The restaurant sat in the heart of New Orleans, its walls lined with photographs of customers and kin. Inside, the smell of butter, garlic, and ambition collided.

So she locks up her childhood home, collects the letters on the floor and puts it behind her for the last time. Her Uber drops her off at a café close to the lawyers’ office, she sits in silence and thinks of everything she’s left behind in Manhattan. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to hide from Kieran forever; he was mafia and would find her wherever she went. And Clarissa...she would be heartbroken. There was no going back for her now, so she might as well get used to her life back in New Orleans.