Night Series Collection: Books 1 and 2
RS Black
Language: English
Pages: 491
ISBN: B00VW5K8IG
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Books 1 and 2 of the COMPLETED Night Series
Crimson Night:
Welcome one and all to Carnival Diabolique- or what I affectionately like to call, the carnival of the damned. My name is Pandora, and though my face might not look familiar to you, you do know me. I'm a Nephilim. What does that mean? I'm half demon, what's my other name? Lust. I'm the dark craving that drives you mad, makes you want, makes you reckless and stupid. I'm the drug you'll do anything to get your hands on. But I'm not all bad. I fight for light, for goodness and truth. I love my job, killing vampires and werewolves, zombies, and freaks... it's what makes me happy. But people are starting to disappear and lately I've felt a dark presence lurking around me. I think it might be a death priest and that's really bad. There isn't much a demon like me fears, but I fear them. This should have been easy, me killing the fanged freaks, getting rid of my pesky priest problem, but I'm about to be betrayed by the one person I thought I could trust with my life and before the night is through I'll be covered in crimson...
All Hallows Night:
Secrets and truths, lies and red herrings… which is which? That’s what Pandora’s trying to figure out. Ever since the death of her best, and probably only friend by her own hands, she’s not sure who to trust anymore. The Priest is dead. The Gray Man is… she’s not even sure what. Luc, well, Luc is Luc.
The Order has sent her deep into the heart of Mexico to investigate a potential zombie uprising. She arrives at the start of the Dia de los Muertos festival—a celebration for the dead and immediately things don’t feel right to her. For one, bodies (the living kind) keep disappearing. They’re not being kidnapped, no, if only things were that simple. Literally there one second, gone the next, she’s not sure what to make of it. On top of that mum’s are floating all over the place. Is that merely symbolism associated with the festival, or is it a clue of something far more sinister?
In this explosive sequel to Crimson Night, an old ally returns and a shocking truth is revealed. One that will turn her investigation into The Order’s duplicity on its head and make Pandora question everything she ever thought she knew…
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healing. Asher grunted when I made to grab his hand. “Pandora...” Disheartened, he shook his head. “Unlike your Lust, Pestilence can...” His gaze moved toward Luc, and I could clearly read his indecision to say it out loud. Understanding immediately, I tipped my head at Luc. “Can you give us a second please?” Not looking happy about it, he pushed off the wall. “I’ll be out there gathering up the dead if you need me.” With one final glare in Ash’s direction, he walked out. Keeping my voice low
demands. If Luc wanted to screw half the tristate area, it was no concern of mine. Maybe once, several thousand years ago, it had mattered. But those days were far behind me. If you asked him, I’m sure he’d be as quick to tell you as I would that what we have certainly isn’t love. History had proven that. He leaned down, his shoulder-length hair brushing against my bare shoulders as he nipped with his too-sharp teeth at my ear. “Pandora, I’ve lost you again.” His voice had grown soft and husky
snapped in half, the other piece of it probably still inside him. “Serves you right. I hope it punctured a lung,” I muttered. First my boots, which I still hadn’t found, and now this. Mad as a polecat, I stomped toward the door. It was barred shut, and without the password I had no way inside that wouldn’t compromise the mission. My chest ached thinking about the little girl, and in a moment of supreme frustration I slammed my fist into the brick wall, then ported to the woods around my trailer
bead. He gave me an evil grin as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. I snapped my fangs at him and he laughed. Once inside, Billy scanned the room for several seconds. I leaned in to try to be heard over the sound of the music. “What are you looking for?” “C’mon,” he said, jerking me forward. He made a beeline straight through the crowd. He bumped into several people, but all of them reeked of alcohol and drugs and could not have cared less. He growled. “He’s in the john. We’re gonna have
chance to live... I couldn’t take it. I turned my eyes, didn’t look. Tried not to hear the whimpered pleas or see the outstretched hands. If I looked at one more bruised face, saw one more bloody lip, I’d never be able to press on. I’d have to turn back and free them all now, and I couldn’t do it. I ran the risk of not only exposing myself but making it impossible to eventually free them. I didn’t know how many vamps I was dealing with. I would come back for them, but only when I knew the odds
