The Night Watch Book Series Novels & Stories

Or worse. He looked at his two friends, through narrowed eyes. Elias’s vision was leveled on him, his brilliant baby-blue eyes were lit with a violet flame. His tail swayed behind him, practically daring him to try and lash out. His arms were folded across his chest, nostrils flared. As easy on the eyes and the incubus was, he was just as lethal as his looks. Sitting on the bed was Caspius, his face in his hands. Donte could hear him growling. The sound was low and deep. “You should be happy Isla had already given her a cocktail earlier. You could’ve killed her.” He never bothered to look at him.

I have seen and heard what you have seen and heard’. ‘Thank you, Aunt Dorothy, before we part. What happened to the Alphas son? I don’t recall seeing him.’ ‘He was sent to be a part of the nights' watch. It’s located on the edges of the Blood Strong pack. He was sent there when he was 11 years old. Some say a war is brewing between wolves, vampires and witches and wizards. Not to mention the human hunters. If a war breaks out, it could end life as we know it. Those on the night watch are supposedly helping to keep the peace. Or at least that’s what Alpha Charles says. However, given his lies already, I’m not so sure’.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Someone to Watch Over Me (The Thorntons Book 5) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of

It wasn’t male either. It was both. And neither. And it knew him. He slammed the book shut. The flames on the torches flickered. > “Someone’s protecting her. Someone older than any of us.” Alex turned to leave—but before he did, he noticed one book... tucked deep into the wall, half-hidden behind a cracked obsidian skull. Its title glowed faintly: “The First-born Flame: Records of the One Who Watched the Moon.” He reached for it. But the moment his fingertips touched the leather, the runes around the library pulsed—and the book… vanished.

Outside, dawn crawled over the ruins, thin and unmerciful. The king slept. The queen moved her pieces. Somewhere various men breathed and plotted, one of them, the Vulture, thought himself untouchable. He doesn’t know that tonight I made a pact. He doesn’t know the Watcher now watches for me. And he’s the first man I intend to take down.

Because if I had felt even the faintest pull toward him right now— I might have broken it myself. I stood, slipping the journal back into place exactly as I had found it. No trace. No disturbance. The wards would not show what had been taken. I didn’t hesitate to leave The wards sealed behind me. And then disappeared into the night. Third person; Somewhere deep within Nightbane— A ward flickered. Silent but enough to mean that something had been touched. Something that was not meant to be found. And this time— It would not stay buried.

I tell him as his jaw drops open in surprise at my fiery speech. "Like I said before Zak, have a good night" I sneer as I brush past him, making my way outside, once more I'm aware of the many eyes watching me as I go. The same man who held the door open previously, does so again. Pausing I look at him and offer him a seductive smile. "And you are..?" I purr. "Nathan" he breaths as his eyes watch my hand reach up and straighten his collar, leaving my hand lingering on his solid chest I lean forward.

He looked at me and said, "I've called the cops. I guess they'll be here in half an hour. I'll protect you in the meantime. "The second ward has reinforced doors and windows installed due to an incident, so the killer can't barge in that easily. There's a small bedroom with a partition inside. Go and get some sleep. I'll keep watch outside." I nodded and took up on his offer. I was exhausted after the entire ordeal. I lay in bed, feeling well assured. Just when I was about to fall asleep, I noticed a gold bookmark poking out from the drawers of the nightstand. I hesitated a moment before pulling the drawer out. The small drawer was filled with assorted love letters.

They stood there, the three of them, the reborn queen, her shadow flame, and her loyal wolf, the dawn wind curling around them, carrying the scent of pine and promise. - In the shadows beyond the trees, hidden from the moonlight, a pair of crimson eyes watched. Veylan, the red-eyed wolf, leaned against a tree, his dark hair falling over sharp, aristocratic features. His aura pulsed like a storm held barely in check, his presence rippling with cold power. His black cloak blended into the night, the only sign of him the burning of those ancient eyes. Behind him, the Crimson Watchers moved like restless shadows, cloaked in the blood oath that bound them to Veylan's command. They were the childr

If only she knew how much protection she'd need after tonight. They made their way out of her room, Eryndra's bare feet silent against the cold stone floors. The castle felt different at night - shadows seemed longer, whispers seemed to echo from empty corridors. She'd always loved the nighttime quiet of the palace, but tonight it felt ominous somehow. After passing through several corridors and rooms, they finally arrived at the king's chamber. The guards stationed outside looked more tense than usual, their eyes avoiding hers as they straightened. "Good evening, Your Highness," they greeted in unison.