Novel & Cerita The Night Watch Book Series

“Only that the ancient blood-compact demanded a face-to-face council. And that he refused to entrust his runes to a carrier bird.” His brow creased, a faint scent of burnt sugar rising from his skin—the subtle sign of his anxiety. “It must involve the human watchmen. Rowan Black has been pushing his iron-shod patrols closer to the sacred dens every full moon.” “That is my primary suspicion.” Behind us, our guard detail shifted into a staggered crescent formation, their boots soundless against the wet cobblestones while their nostrils flared to catch any stray scent of hostile alphas in the mist.

The night watch is not nobody sees...— It even seemed to me that he was disgusted with me... Did he really find out? At the review, it was noticeable that all the angels were very worried. — What happened?—I asked Siriana. —Did you see that the night watch was killed?— she asks me.— They are not just killed. They were eaten! — — What?— for some reason, I immediately thought of Dean. My upbringing is probably to blame... We are taught not to trust evil...

The display came alive with a most disorientating overhead view of the library outside Athens. It was eerie. Lara gaped, totally dazed by the sight of Christophe striding through the door, pouring himself a large drink, and then throwing himself on the sofa. “Oh, you want to know what we’re watching? Well… I’ll start by saying this: every reception room and every corridor in my father’s houses are protected by twenty-four-hour surveillance equipment. Only the bedrooms and the bathrooms are off-limits,” Christophe informed her. “You can see the date and the exact time displayed at the foot of every frame.”

Unwillingly he nods his head and steps out of the room quietly. The sounds of water splashing and cold air blowing were all that could be heard in the silence of the night. Daniel was quietly standing staring at the Fontaine Archangel Michael and the devil – this fountain held a special place in his heart because during his stay whenever he felt low, he would come here and by looking at the fountain, he would get his hope back that good always wins over evil. Daniel closed his eyes and all he could think was about Rania – he liked her more than any woman he ever liked before. Daniel took a deep breath to calm his mind and turned to look at the woman who was behind his restless mind, but she

"Wear it. Now." The watch on the nightstand gleamed like a polished bone. Titanium. Heavy. Beside it lay a note with jagged, aggressive script: Wear this. I need to know your heart still beats. I sat up, the silk sheets sliding off my naked chest. The bedroom was a goddamn cathedral of glass and cold air. It was bigger than the entire servant quarters of the Blackwood pack. I stared at the watch. My pulse thrummed in my neck, a frantic, uneven beat.

a growl echoed out to me. The presence came closer, it was so close I could feel it's body heat. I felt lips touch my cheek, then it came closer to my ear and whispered, "Sangui el Sanquis krono esmerna fitabella Elizabetha Nightwalker." Then suddenly a hand touches my back and an intense pain courses through my veins. The presence growls deep, sounding so evil and souless. This pain was unbearable. My body was trying to get out of his grip, but every time I moved, it was too painful. He said it again, "Sangui el sanguis krono esmerna fitabella Elizabetha Nightwalker."

and watch out for this title **Heir of Blood and Moon** *The Blood Moon Cycle, Book Two* ---

We were the storm that would answer her fury with fire of our own. ********* Night poured like ink across the Watchers’ stronghold, no stars, no moon, just a suffocating stretch of black sky pressing down. I couldn’t sleep, and I wasn’t sure I even wanted to. My skin felt too tight. My blood too loud. I stood alone in the candlelit corridor outside the chamber we’d been given. The flames danced strangely tonight, longer, flickering in odd directions, almost whispering to me.

“You took your place.” She smiled faintly. “Then I will keep it.” The wolves howled again, as though answering. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Last Watch The night air held frost. I walked the outer path once more before retiring. The nodes glowed faint against the dark ridges. The watchers stood their posts. The valley was humming. I touched the twin‑crescent pendant beneath my cloak. “Line holds,” I whispered. Below, the howl rose a chorus of guardians. We were its guardians.

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