Pre Heresy Night Lords Novels & Stories

The dark ink at the bottom of the page read: By order of Director Halric Voss, the lineage-blood test confirms a 100% maternal match between the biological female, Lyra Nightbane, and the heir, Cormac Blackthorne. However, due to the treasonous actions of Vanguard Commander Darius Nightbane, the High Council hereby issues an immediate warrant for Darius's execution—and orders the immediate arrest of Cormac Blackthorne on suspicion of high blood-lineage fraud.

"Administrative necessities required decisive action concerning heretical manifestation beyond individual preference." "Manufactured evidence supported predetermined judgment without factual foundation," the Shadow Knight responded, constellation patterns shifting within midnight armour as forgotten souls contributed collective testimony beyond individual account. "Institutional motivation prioritized financial acquisition beyond theological protection, political elimination without spiritual justification, systematic persecution beyond religious necessity." Lord Blackmoor placed documented evidence upon the table with deliberate movement beyond theatrical display. "These records confirm pre

Seris looked at me again, and this time there was something different in her expression. It was not hostility or quite. Recognition. “You really don’t know,” she said. That hit harder than it should have. “Then tell me,” I said, sharper now. Her gaze shifted between me and Kael before she answered. “The relics beneath Nightbane aren’t just ceremonial,” she said. “They’re bindings.” Kael’s attention sharpened. “What kind of bindings?” “Old ones,” she replied. “Older than your pack. Older than Silver Creek. Before territories were lines on maps, before Alphas ruled anything but survival.”

“What?” Prince Ron faced the Dark Lord. “That is Lord Dareth. Spirit of the Night and Secrets.” He then pointed at the Earth Spirit. “and that is not the real Lord Eron either. I don't understand how but he is also Lord Dareth.” They all felt their blood run cold as they stared at the two figures now standing side by side. The Dark Lord’s crimson eyes narrowed. “I still don’t get it.” “Me neither,” Alaric admitted. Prince Ron felt like kicking them both. “It took me a while to figure it out too but I’m sure of it.” His eyes then darted between the two figures. “The Shadow Master and the Earth Spirit before us…are both Dareth.”

“I never trust a narcissist,” Hades’ POV “It’s confirmed, Alec Darius will be attending the goddess night,” My body vibrated in anger, Alec was goading, he knew it was impossible to hurt him on the goddess night. He was punishing my buttons for a reaction. The goddess night Is the night of the silver moon, every wolf gathers in my kingdom basking in the warmth of her love. The one night in a year we all let go of grudges, pain, hate and exist as children under the loving light of Selene the moon goddess.

A servant meets us near the barracks, already strapping packs onto our backs, plain cloth bundles with clean clothes inside, nothing more. As soon as the last strap is secured, I run, my hunters following without a sound. Each of these four warriors has been handpicked over years–sharp-eyed, lethal, and loyal down to the bone. “We move fast,” I say through the link. “We want to get to Lunemar before guests leave.” Kyra glances south. “Lady Mireth?” “Yes. Rumors of black magic travel quickly in Virechant.” By the time we near Mireth’s estate, it’s twilight, and the lamps have been lit. Oil lanterns swing along the outer wall, casting a glow over the cedar hedges and the glinting edge of stone

They were next to a group of people. “This is Alpha Grant, Alpha Gabriel, and Luna Angel who will be taking over the Nightshade pack this summer. They’re going to be in the primary group along Zion and Kalamar,” Kalen explained. Then she patted the guy that spoke yesterday on the back who just glared at her. He had been the one to explain about the area where the war would be taking place. He had mentioned that the area had once been home to a very powerful thunder of dragons called Mystics. They were the most powerful of any dragons out there.

Heh? Nightclans?

So I assumed we had no one else. “He gave your brother a special potion to appear dead. It wasn’t until years after that I found out the truth. He took your brother.” Potions? Magical gem? Oddly made sense to me. I didn’t say anything, waiting for her to tell me more. She moved the plates to her left and propped her arms on the table. “I said he really is the Devil because he currently rules the Underworld.” I stared at her. Contemplating again if she’s a crazy lunatic. I can process the potions and magic gems because I’ve seen it can be true. But Underworld? Like I said I don’t believe in those things. Just doesn’t sit right with me.

I watch smoke coil around her wards, half-expecting them to complain. When she finishes, she sits back on her heels and looks at me like she’s deciding how much truth I can handle. “It’s starting,” she says. I take a drag. “If this is another apocalypse, I want advance notice. I have plans.” “Rumors,” she continues. “Movement in the Night Court. A prince consolidating power. Packs fighting over succession.” I flick ash into a cracked dish. “Sounds like a regular Tuesday.” “Old treaties are being discussed,” she adds.