The Night Stalker Book Novels & Stories

And Stellan walked at my side, his hand in mine, the bond pulsing between us like a second heartbeat. The North Star camp was quiet when we reached it, the tents dark, the fires low. Vidar's wolves were on watch, their eyes scanning the darkness, their bodies tense. But they didn't see us. They didn't hear us. They didn't know we were coming until it was too late. Stellan moved first. He slipped through the shadows like a ghost, his body low, his steps silent. The first watchman fell without a sound, his body crumpling into the snow. The second followed, then the third, then the fourth.

I got the rest of my bills and returned to my apartment. =//= As I pinged myself in with my new ID card, I ran into Dr Dawson. He stopped and then pointed his finger at me. "You, come on over to this side." I stepped through the barrier and he pointed out the people who were in his small group of people. "Look at all of theses faces, Ms. Spitz. They are all key members of the team that you'll be joining. They will get up to speed with our current project. Staffers, this is Livia. She will be joining our team on this current project. She will be my supporting assistant. There are guards as well, but there is no need for introduction of them. They don't respond to names."

Only the sound of my hurried footsteps echoed softly through the hallway. My breathing was uneven by the time I reached the kitchen. I quickly grabbed a glass cup with shaky fingers and poured water into it. But even before drinking it, Damon’s words echoed inside my head again. “I was the man you had the one-night stand with.” My hand trembled violently, and the glass almost slipped from my fingers. “No…” I whispered to myself weakly. I drank the water quickly like it would somehow calm the storm inside me, but it did nothing. Nothing at all.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

The remnants of someone’s bedroom that was long forgotten about crashed around us. We screamed in terror. I was beginning to fear the house was going to fall down on us. We continued to hear the sound of slamming and fighting happening through the house. I was clawing at everything to try and find an escape. Out of nowhere, a book dropped in my lap. It was old. It looked like it used to be cream colored with purple lace. This matches Gabrielle’s style. I saw a key lock. Suddenly, a key dropped from the binding of the book. It was a diary of some kind. I think Gabrielle’s spirit or someone wants me to have this. I shoved it into my bag and peaked out the door. I could tell it was still not s

The dozen went inside and August closed the hatch behind them, peering through the slats at the village as it burned. He saw a few of the beasts lurking in the night, but they stayed well away from the flames and did not come their way either. August also beheld a human form out there amongst them and his heart raced, but soon fell. He’d thought this man a stray soldier they’d lost, or a villager out running in his heavy over cloak, but neither theory proved accurate. This man stood very tall, but not as big as the hairy giants. He wore a more stylized robe, not a brown woven garment, but a single piece, draped over him—ivory white in color save for the profile of the ebony raven head on its

But that was information she was keeping to herself. Nobody would ever believe her about the book. Not unless she could duplicate that event, and since she didn’t know how it happened in the first place, she didn’t know how to do it again. Her dreams had been strange, half memory and half imagination, dreams of the ghost tree and the girls in the woods and also of a red-haired witch and her grieving lover. Just before her eyes opened she dreamed of being caught by the ghost tree, of the branches pulling her inside so she was embraced by the rough bark. But there was something else there with her, something that was made of the night, something with teeth that wanted to devour her.

His, not mine. Grayson led me to a private room on the other side of the hotel. It was furnished as a sitting room—twin soft sofas in plush velvet, long elegant silk curtains at the windows with a pelmet above. There was an antique writing desk and chair set on one side of the room and bookshelves on the other. The carpet was ankle-deep and hand-woven and it was a gorgeous shade of shell pink to match the silk curtains. It would have been a feminine room except for the cold marble statue of the hotel’s founder placed near the window, as well as a stern-looking portrait hanging on one of the walls. Those beady eyes seemed to glare at us as we made our way in as if to ask us why his peace was

He snapped my panties against my aching lips, "are coming off." He stepped dangerously close to me as his cock pressed into my lower abdomen and my knees buckled. I landed on the edge of the bed and came face to face with his cock again before he leaned down and nearly tore my panties in half trying to get them off. His fingers worked the garter straps with perfection and I wondered how he was so good at that, but before I could think too much, he was pushing himself between my knees. My breath caught in my throat as he reached behind his head and tugged his shirt from his torso, revealing his perfect tattooed chest that I adored so much.

🌹_______________ Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light 🌹_______________ I kept everything in order and swept the library with some other girls. I wasn't in a hurry, so I spent so much time there. Soon after, I was done I went to the counter to tell the lady I'm going. Senior David came in immediately and dropped a book on the counter for the lady. "You came to return the book, it's past school hours" she told him in a very harsh tone.