Recent content by Nikolai

Nikolai grunted as the bag of books was shoved into his chest, the weight of it forcing him to adjust his stance. The very same bag of books she had insisted on bringing despite his protests. And now, she had the audacity to dump them on him as if they were his burden to bear. He could have...

“For a time, at least, yes.” Nikolai answered Lorcan, his tone light, but there was something guarded beneath it. His gaze flicked toward Sadie, who was—oh. Still bowed. He blinked, then smirked. It was a sight, really. Her shoulders tensed so tightly she might snap in half, wings rustling in...

Nikolai frowned as she admitted to the pain, his expression unreadable for a moment. Consideration flickered over his features, something dangerously close to concern. His gaze dropped as her feet sank into the glittering sand, watching the way she stilled, how her breath caught in quiet...

Nik raised a brow, his smirk deepening as she gawked at him like he’d just announced they were about to dine with the gods themselves. "The one...?" he echoed, feigning ignorance. He knew exactly which one she meant. Lorcan had a reputation, a name that carried weight far beyond the Autumn...

Nik couldn't help himself—he grinned, knowing full well it would only rile her up more. The sharp bite of salt in the air was a welcome distraction, grounding him against the pull of her scent, the way her blood surged hot beneath her skin. It was maddening, the way she reacted, the way she...

For a single, stunned moment, Nikolai forgot himself. The impact of her slight body against his chest was nothing—nothing compared to the feel of her clinging to him, fists tangled in his shirt, her breath stuttering against his skin. She had turned to him—not away, not in fear, but for...

Nikolai barely spared her a glance as she doubled over, her body fighting against the remnants of ley travel. He had long since forgotten how it had felt the first time he had traveled this way. It had been millenia since it last unsettled him. "Sorry." The word left his lips with all the...

He let out a bitter laugh. "Fair?" The word was almost mocking. "Ilith, I have lived for centuries. I have stolen countless lifetimes, ended many before they even had the chance to begin. It is more than fair, it is long overdue." His gaze darkened as he studied her. She was too young to...

Nikolai’s quiet growl rumbled through the space as his gaze snapped to her lips, darkening at the scent of her blood. His fingers twitched where they rested against the arm of his chair, his hunger stirring at the edges of his control. "Stop doing that." The command was low, quiet, but edged...

Nikolai frowned, the weight of her words settling into his bones like iron. She spoke of her life like it was already gone, a flame guttering in the wind, and something deep and vicious in him rebelled against it. No. No, he would not allow it. His jaw tightened, and his fingers curled around...

For a long moment, Nikolai said nothing. His expression didn’t shift, his violet eyes locked onto her in that unreadable way of his. If it had been anyone else asking him such questions, anyone at all, he might’ve lashed out at them, ignored them, or worse. He didn’t think about such things. He...

Nikolai’s brow furrowed, the question settling over him like something distant and half-forgotten. “I… was turned some time after my four-hundred and thirtieth year… so…” He frowned, gaze drifting as though sifting through time itself, searching for something solid to hold onto. But there was...

Nikolai glanced up the moment she stepped into the room, his eyes flickering over her, catching on the blanket draped around her. His mouth twitched—just a ghost of a smile, brief, barely there. The scent of her blood was duller now, less oppressive, less maddening. He could think again. As she...

Nikolai didn’t say anything when she told him no meat. He only gave a slow blink, before he nodded once. Then, she turned away, and he let her go. He watched her quiet retreat. The scent of her blood still clung to the air, wrapping around him like a noose. It had settled into the cracks of the...

Gods her hand was colder than it should have been, though still warmer than his own. Nikolai’s grip was firm, steady, but colder than the night air as he led her back inside. He didn’t pull or rush her, didn’t force her forward, but his pace was purposeful, as though afraid she might vanish if...