Uno Library New Orleans Novels & Stories

“Ash gave you his number?!” Skye almost screamed as we threaded on the road leading to New Falls gate. “Yeah,” I nodded like a child and her eyes further widened. “Are you kidding me right now?!” “I’m not lying!” “I know! It’s just crazy. I mean do you even know who that guy is?!” “Oh please,” I rolled my eyes. “Isn’t he like the famous number one guy of New Falls blah blah blah,” “You idiot! His fame is beyond that. Ash Luxton is like one of the underground kings of New Orleans. It’s hard to come in contact with that guy let alone give you his number!”

Jonah said, "Well, his favorite shoes are Vans or Converse if you haven't noticed those are all he wears. Size 10. He loves classic rock bands so maybe a t-shirt with a band on it. He wears a large in shirts I believe. Oh, and his absolute favorite place to eat is Roadhouse."

Nova's POV Okay. So fresh start may have been too hopeful a sentiment. We have just arrived at my university house to what I can only describe as chaos. Leanna and her husband are on my lawn with all the staff and guards looking flustered and bedraggled. “oh what fresh fuckery is this?” I ask under my breath. I just want a normal 5 minutes. I don’t think it’s too much to ask for? Leo gives a little snort of laughter next to me.

"I say we end all the fucks and be done with it, Mallory gave me the names of two guys that might be able to help, maybe you know them." "Who are they?" "Mancini, he's some kinda spook outta New York very hush-hush and the other one's closer to our neck of the woods a Gideon Thorpe." "Never heard of them. Creed you're pretty quiet what's up?" "Well Law, I know of Mancini and heard of Thorpe. If either of these two are coming onboard then Logan's right, the shit's about to hit the fan. Mancini is a dangerous fuck and Thorpe well he's not one you wanna play with. They both have experience dealing with trafficking rings, that's how our paths crossed in the past."

*Raven* "I feel like cooking tonight, but I'm not sure what to get as I shop around the local market in the French Quarter of New Orleans. The city has a diverse population, and everyone seems to get along well, except for the occasional dispute. New Orleans is a lively city that keeps its residents well entertained, from Mardi Gras to Jazz Fest, the French Quarter to the Superdome. It's one of the oldest cities in the state and has a rich history, from vampires to voodoo queens, and Cajuns are well known for their southern charm. After deciding on a Seafood Creole Gumbo, I returned home with my grocery bags.

ANN Anchor, Lina Virelle The announcement of the upcoming United Nations Alliance (UNA) Summit, set to take place in New City, Aeternum, has been met with widespread enthusiasm across the 31 member nations. For many, especially the smaller member states, this gathering represents not just a diplomatic event but a monumental step toward greater legitimacy and security. Being part of the largest and potentially strongest alliance in the world, covering 35% of the Central Continent's landmass, offers unparalleled opportunities for growth and protection.

Instead, it was Tony. Normally calm under pressure, this was the fourth time in a month I’d seen him less than calm. “Tony?” What had happened? I’d given him and Maddison permission to complete the Mated Ritual, knowing it might make them a target… had it gone wrong? Tony walked over to me, “The New Orleans safe house has been activated.” “Orleans?” The Safe-House in New Orleans was one which rarely got used. It was owned by Othello, a safe house for everyone, the only one in our Lord’s jurisdiction; but only used for emergencies. It was a safe haven for every vampire, no matter what the class.

Their wretched midset rubbed of on Nick with talks of his city being the only real conversation he could hold. "Did you know that?" Nick would start, his introduction to one of his many historical lectures on the great city of Orleans we both lived. "Did you know that Orleans still practices voodoo?" A random fact that I would not expect a regular teenager to know about but then again it was Nick and it was the only thing he knew. "Voodoo is still practiced in Orleans." I had to pretend that I had no interest in the fact like with the rest of the other numerous facts Nick spewed as we walked down the vibrant streets of Orleans after a long day at school.

Orion asked me with a rather unenthusiastic sigh after getting into the car. I opened the front passenger seat door and got in before replying. "Yup. Just like every other day." He sniggered before starting the ignition and soon, we were off. . . . The University of New Orleans' College of Sciences was a bustling campus filled with the nauseating smell of teenagers and young adults. However, what the humans in this prestigious college didn't realize was that there were supernatural creatures among the populace. Werewolves, vampires, witches... The whole enchilada.

New Orleans, Louisiana. At the famous Bourbon Street, where people often find men and women celebrating with whiskey in clasped in their hands, clinking glasses can be heard even from the ones living in the second story building. There was this special day were people would walk and dance in the middle of the street with masks filled with purple, gold, and silver glitter, some even wear purple necklaces and carry skulls that ensemble the voodoo that highly represents the city. Those people who lived upstairs would throw purple and silver jewelry at them from their patios and dance along. Those restaurants they used to go to in the afternoons were astounding. Especially when you eat their spe