Welcome To Night Vale Novels & Stories

“Night is first, which starts at ten. It’s primarily for adults, not because of the drinking, but because of the added danger of the forest. Plus, there are some shady folk who come to trade during Night. But there’s dragons, potions, and enchanted crystals, so you have to come! It’s a huge festival, so it’s impossible to host it at the center of town. Day is next, which starts at six in the morning. Still just as fun as Night, but a lot safer for the family crowds.” “Oh, I have to come?” I teased, tapping my chin. “Well, I suppose it does sound fun.” “And you have the added bonus of driving your mate insane.” She snickered, her eyes shimmering wickedly. “If you ask me, I’d be surprised if h

“Not yet, my love. Get us to my old bedroom in Elysium. I want our first bonding night to be on the bed where we shared our firsts of everything.” A low groan escaped Vale’s lips, a mixture of desire and frustration as he nodded, his eyes darkening with possessiveness. He needed Talon, and he needed him now. With a swift motion, Vale shifted, transforming into his magnificent white wolf, fur glistening under the dim light. Talon climbed onto his back, wrapping his arms around Vale’s strong neck, holding on tightly as the world around them faded into a blur.

Elira couldn’t sleep beneath it. Theron stopped drawing symbols. And Selene? She began hearing her name whispered in the dark. --- The Vale of Mourning lay hidden between forgotten peaks—its entrance veiled by mist that moved like mourning veils in the wind. The trees were tall and twisted, their bark black as onyx and their leaves a shade of blue that drank the light. Even Naeria hesitated at the edge. “Whatever sleeps here,” she whispered, “has not forgotten pain.” --- They camped in the center of the Vale, at the base of a ruined altar etched with countless names.

] one omega barks out, and not a single wolf speaks up to disagree. [No chance. I heard the Nightvale family doesn't have a male heir, so Vaelira is set to inherit the entire territory and the enterprise throne. Of course she has to study high finance while some distant bastard relatives with zero inheritance end up in our low-ranking journalism herb labs—lol]

her mother called from the foyer. "Five minutes!" she shouted back, her fingers lingering on the silk, admiring the craftsmanship. Clinging to her father's arm, Willow took a steadying breath as they stepped onto the long stone walkway leading into the Vale Compound. It was often called a manor, but tonight, with the torches flickering against the ancient stone, it felt like a fortress-turned-castle. The celebration was in full swing—a quintessential gathering of the Lanka elite. It was elegant, predatory, and dazzling. It was, after all, Blair Grant’s introduction as the future Alpha's mate.

Far away, in the ruins of the Vale, the shadow lifted its head. “She’s opening,” it purred into the night. “Soon.” The hunt had only just begun.

Her eyes widened, and she saw the smirk tug at the corner of his lips. “I-I’ll go with you,” she stammered, swallowing hard. She couldn’t help but grip his collar and pull him closer. She tugged so hard that he had to lean down toward her. “Anywhere! I don’t have any worth tomorrow anyway!” She would treat this night as her bachelorette party. If it wasn’t going to be with the man she loved, she’d rather give her virginity to this stranger than to that old man, Fuentes! He wouldn’t get to benefit from her body! Just the thought of it made her skin crawl.

“Because she believed the fortune would make you a target.” I laughed bitterly. “I’m already the biggest target in the world.” Lucien squeezed my hand. “Then let’s stop running.” Suddenly, the hospital lights flickered. Nadia reached for her weapon. “Someone’s accessing the building.” Adrian checked the security feed. “Twenty vehicles.” “Alessandro?” “No.” “Then who?” Adrian’s expression changed. “The Vale Network.” I frowned. “They’re here to protect us.” “No.” He turned the screen toward me. The approaching vehicles carried Vale insignia.

For the first time in my life, I felt like I was playing in a different league. At exactly 8:00 p.m., my phone buzzed on the nightstand, the sound sharp in the quiet of my apartment. *Killian Vale:* *Come outside. The car is waiting.*

He waved her off. Still the woman lingered. She stood her ground, proud in her stance. “I’m sure your pathetic ranks couldn’t stand against my clan. None of you could.” Donte was in her face. He could feel the heat of her trembling breaths. “Chimeras that flaunt their abilities are no more abominations than the ones that shun immortals with greater power.” The ruby red of his eyes flickered with such darkness. “We prefer to avoid war. We welcome outcasts with open arms, and give sanctuary to the injured. You are neither, nor are you fit enough to be our mate. Leave." His nostrils flared as he menaced over her.