The Night Watch Book Series Novels & Stories

Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted across this dark, lifeless plain. In a different plane lied a primordial creature of the night finding solace in the eternal night that plagued his castle, the whistle and Chimes of fate had stirred his old blood awake. He knew that times were finally changing, and it seemed he had to get back to the game. "I wonder how Netherndel is faring, it's time I get back" his deep red eyes shone with a dangerous glint as he looked across the darkness, his eyes seemed to bypass the veil between planes for his gaze had a godly presence that came with it.

"The Dusk bringer, Prince of Darkness, The Shadowlord, I, Xirrian Adonis Prime, the 8th Night Wolf, the Dark Monarch, will account for my days until I choose to dissolve into the void. Perhaps for others, if others come and I do not plunge the world into the endless and I, myself remain where time is still, around echoes and shadows, around hollows like me. It is only here, in the endless that I find contentment. In a space where the unwanted are hidden. Home." I slammed the book shut, my gaze snapping to Diane. "It belongs to the Night Wolf," I stated, my gaze shifting down at the cover of the book, "a-a night wolf. Not this-Night wolf- Not in this time. An old- dead one..." I trailed off m

EXTRA CHAPTER 3 The large front door of the mansion opened, and a familiar man with gray eyes came out. "Man." Gideon nodded at him. The two hugged man-to-man before he waved three key cards like those seen in hotels. "The house is ready. I already installed a security system throughout the mansion. The roof and walls are bulletproofed just like you like." He then looked at her and Summer too. "Welcome to Northsire Town." "Thanks, Cale. I owe you, man."

Rem said as he moved further into the room, with me following behind him. “That makes sense, I suppose, but you can’t keep everyone out either, so I assume you keep tabs on those who live here?” I asked curiously as I looked at the books as we passed by. I spotted a collection of vampire books, some of which were quite popular. All of them were fictional, however, so I had my question answered with that.

The ones who buried me. Slipping into boys' shorts, I washed my feet under the running water, gathered the clothes I had on, throwing them in a nearby dumpster I saw. The city was emptied, I expected it to be crawling with people but how could it when they were afraid. The only thing disturbing the streets was the two circulating drones, roaming the night skies with searchlights, what are they looking for. Bracing my back against the wall, I looked around the corner, I needed help, yes, but I have a gut feeling that I don't want it from those guys, considering the stories Maurice told me about W.I.K.D. Veering paths to leave, my face and a gun muzzle were a few meters away and standing behin

On my return, I creep back up the towering staircase; hopeful not to disturb anyone as I concentrate hard on not spilling my scolding drink, eager to take a sip. Back in the sanctuary of my room, I cautiously give the door a shove before rummaging amongst my gifts for the old book Isaac had gifted me upon my awakening—figuring this would be a good way to pass some time. Still dressed in the vintage cloth it was originally wrapped in, I can’t help but wonder if the family relic will hold some of the unanswered questions I have about the pack that’s looking after me, or more specifically, about Elijah. With only negative connotations coming to mind when thinking of the Shadow Pack, I feel some

“We won’t. But if they come again, we’ll show them that this place isn’t a weak point. It’s a trap.” Night Watch That night, Damian assigned watches. Two hybrids on guard at all times, rotating every few hours. Leif offered to take the late shift with Mia. The courtyard was silent except for the faint buzz of the barrier. The runes glowed softly beneath their feet. “Feels weird,” Leif murmured, leaning against a column. “Knowing something could come through any second.” “It keeps you awake,” Mia said. He glanced at her. “Were you this scared when your powers came in?”

EZREAL’S POV Then I saw it. Three lines that were written darker than the rest. ‘When the Watcher sleeps. When the Bell does not ring. When thorns remember why they were grown.’ My mouth went dry. Vincent noticed immediately. “Boss, what did you see?” I swallowed. “The Bell.” Aiden’s eyes widened. “The old chapel bell.” “Which hasn’t rung since the schism,” Baron finished. “Because it cracked.” “And the Watcher,” I added, dread curling tight in my gut, “is the constellation Malrick followed. It ‘sleeps’ during the new moon.”

She assured that after today's help and explaining where what was, she would be able to deal with it on her own. They returned home around 9 p.m., but did not know that they were being watched. Only Nadir clearly sensed someone's presence, but when turned around, there was no one behind them, so she followed Miguel into the apartment, still eyeing everything around suspiciously. The worst part was that the person following them was probably from the Underworld, as the faint aura she felt in the distance indicated. All in all, Nadir might have expected someone to look for her if she didn't return to the Underworld for the day, but hadn't expected it to happen so soon.

The appalling scent in the air strengthened and guttural grunts flowed in the air. Helmet already on, but his legates forgotten in the hasty call up, Flavius stood with them and attested, “That isn’t good.” Quintus frowned at him but August said, “Thank you! Your grasp of the obvious is well defined, young man.” August then barked orders to the rising soldiers to set up a perimeter, shields up, to expand out in a flare move and find the watchmen. The twin archers kept near August, ready to strike at anything beyond the veil of darkness, which was only pierced by moonlight.