The NightMan

The
NightMan

T.L.
Mitchell

“
Not
one
of
my
bloodline
shall
be
truly
yours.
They
shall
be
your
torment
for
all
of
eternity.
The
one
who
shall
have
her
heart
shall
be
your
reaper
of
death.”

Dorian
released
him
and
then
quickly
grabbed
the
old
man’s
head.
With
a
quick
jerk
Dorian
silenced
the
man
forever.
The
crimson
blood
dripped
down
Dorian’s
chin
as
fury
flamed
in
his
eyes.
He
never
believed
in
curses
until
now.
Dorian
released
Murtough’s
lifeless
body
and
watched
it
drop
to
the
ground.
For
a
brief
moment,
Dorian
stared
down
at
the
corpse,
as
the
old
man’s
word
burned
a
fire
through
his
soulless
body.
 
Chills
prickled
down
his
spine
as
he
wondered
about
this
man.
A
man
of
such
powerful
words,
one
would
think
of
him
as
a
witch.

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The
NightMan

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“
…a
charming,
romantic
and
utterly
sensual
story
of
love,
lust,
and
danger…”
5
Stars
-
Paranormal
Romance
Guild

“
It
was
sexy,
angry,
loving.
all
the
emotions
and
feeling
that
I
love
to
see.
The
ending
left
me
with
a
smile
and
a
HEA
."
-
Seriously
Reviewed

“…is
an
erotic
thriller
that
will
have
you
on
the
edge
of
your
seat
with
excitement
and
tantalized
taste
buds...Mitchell
knows
how
to
evoke
a
mysterious
atmosphere…
”
-Book
Pleasures

This
is
a
work
of
fiction.
Names,
characters,
places,
and
incidents
are
products
of
the
author’s
imagination
or
are
used
factiously
and
are
not
to
be
construed
as
real.
Any
resemblance
to
actual
events,
locations,
organizations,
or
person,
living
or
dead,
is
entirely
coincidental.

Celeris Publishing

USA

Copyright
©
2010
by
T.L.
Mitchell

ISBN-13:
9781937629540

ISBN-10:
1937629546

Third Edition Celeris Publishing 2013

All
rights
reserved.
No
part
of
this
book
may
be
used
or
reproduced
in
any
manner
whatsoever
without
written
permission
.

Prologue

Mid-morning,
a
beautiful
day
where
the
sun
was
bright
and
the
breeze
gentle.
Spring
days
had
always
been
the
most
beautiful
in
the
mountains.

A
twelve
year
old
girl
with
long
curly
blond
hair
sat
in
the
middle
of
an
open
meadow
and
played
quietly.
Her
cheerful
angelic
face
gleamed
as
she
picked
the
small
lavender
colored
flowers
from
between
the
deep
green
blades
of
grass.

The
cotton
lace
hem
of
the
petticoat
she
wore
hung
low
under
the
bluish
grey
dress
which
spread
around
her.
The
dress
was
not
fancy,
and
indicated
she
didn’t
come
from
a
wealthy
family.

A
playful
breeze
stirred
around
her,
tossing
the
soft
blond
curls
around
her
head.
Her
pink
lips
pursed
together
and
she
pulled
the
stray
strands
away
from
her
face.
Her
gaze
drifted
up
towards
the
edge
of
the
meadow
where
she
noticed
a
large
animal
approaching
her.

The
girl
didn’t
feel
fear
as
she
stared
in
amazement
at
the
size
of
the
black
wolf,
larger
than
most
of
the
grey
wolves
she
had
seen.
She
remained
calm
and
curious
as
the
wolf
moved
slowly
toward
her.
There
was
no
threat,
as
she
could
see.
It
appeared
the
wolf
was
as
curious
about
her
as
she
was
him.

The
wolf
stood
in
front
of
the
child,
its
height
towered
over
her.
Dark
eyes
watched
cautiously
as
the
child’s
hand
slowly
moved
toward
the
nose
of
the
wolf.
The
creature
caught
his
breath
as
the
tiny
fingers
touched
the
tip
of
his
nose.

Gently
and
slowly
the
wolf
pressed
its
head
against
the
child’s
fingers.
She
giggled
as
the
wolf
lay
down
in
front
of
her,
nudging
her
tiny
fingers
as
she
scratched
behind
its
ear.

“And
you
shall
be
my
best
friend,
forever.”

Chapter
1

Leaving behind its smoldering golden hue of colors, the sun drifted down behind the majestic mountains.
The
rich
tones
of
yellow,
gold
and
blue
painted
the
sky
a
picture
perfect
sunset
for
the
winter
month.
Deeper
into
the
bluish
tones,
the
moon
arose
from
its
rest
and
illuminated
the
bare
tree
limbs
with
its
silvery
charm.

Not
far
from
the
small
nest
of
trees
a
small
club,
Tiffany’s
came
alive.
Saturday
nights
were
usually
the
top
spot
for
the
unique
night
club.
Despite
its
location
in
a
secluded
area
several
miles
from
the
nearest
town,
it
remained
crowded
on
the
weekends.
Two
major
cities
surrounded
the
small
town.

A
blue
‘98
Mustang
pulled
up
in
front
of
the
club.
The
passenger
door
opened
as
a
leggy
blond
stepped
out
of
the
passenger
side.
Slowly,
she
stood
to
her
feet
and
stepped
away
from
the
door.
She
adjusted
the
short
black
mini
skirt,
giving
it
a
quick
tug
before
she
closed
the
car
door
behind
her.
Several
strands
of
her
long
golden
hair
fell
across
her
left
shoulder
when
she
turned
toward
the
man
who
stood
beside
the
club’s
entrance.
She
drew
in
a
deep
breath,
preparing
herself
for
the
confrontation.
The
breath
she
released
a
slow
and
steady
breath,
and
then
marched
directly
up
to
the
powerfully
built
man.
Briefly
she
forced
out
what
she
considered
a
warm
smile,
giving
the
muscular
man
a
good
once
over
with
her
blue
eyes..
Slowly
her
slender
fingers
dipped
into
the
top
of
her
low
cut
red
silky
shirt
and
withdrew
a
plastic
ID
card.

The
NightMan
stood
beside
the
door
and
waited
patiently.
A
gust
of
wind
stirred
the
night
air,
lifting
the
long
length
of
his
black
leather
coat
gently
away
from
his
legs.
He
shifted
his
stance,
his
leg
muscles
tightened,
bracing
himself
while
he
waited
for
her
to
hand
him
the
plastic
card.

His
black
eyes
hungrily
roamed
over
the
blond.
To
him,
her
scent
was
obvious.
The
scent
of
a
virgin,
and
yet
the
powerful
scent
of
arousal.
He
knew,
even
if
she
didn’t
admit
it,
she
was
highly
attracted
to
him.

The
muscles
tightened
in
his
broad
square
jaw
when
his
fingertips
touched
hers.
A
cold
smile
crossed
his
thin
lips.
He
turned
and
placed
the
card
into
the
computerized
slot
attached
to
the
door,
and
waited
as
the
light
turned
from
red
to
green.
A
small
click,
followed
by
a
green
light
flashed
and
then
the
door
opened.

The
man
turned
back
to
her,
and
held
out
the
card.
Once
again
his
eyes
roamed
over
her
body,
admiring
her
well-endowed
breasts.
When
her
fingers
clasped
around
the
card,
he
couldn’t
resist
to
hold
onto
it
for
one
more
second.
He
only
wished
she
could
remember
what
he
meant
to
her.
His
gaze
drifted
from
hers
to
the
elegant
gold
necklace
dangling
around
her
neck.
It
was
marvelously
fashioned,
a
ruby
like
setting
in
the
center
of
a
gold
Gaelic
cross.
The
NightMan
knew
the
cross
was
a
special
gift
from
her
father,
left
in
his
will
and
testament,
a
special
gift
that
protected
her
from
them
.

He
thought
it
would
do
her
good
to
mind
her
manners
before
she
entered
the
club
tonight.
He
fought
the
urge
to
laugh
as
she
snatched
the
card
from
his
hand.
It
was
a
good
show
on
her
behalf,
but
he
knew
better.

The
dark
gothic
overtones
of
the
music
blared
when
the
door
opened.
The
NightMan
watched
her
walk
toward
the
threshold
of
the
door
and
stop.
She
turned
around
quickly
to
face
him.
The
hot
burn
of
desire
swept
over
him
by
her
sudden
action.
His
body
tensed
and
his
senses
came
alive
as
he
listened
to
the
quick
breath
she
inhaled.
He
knew
she
had
no
idea
of
the
animal
instinct
she
aroused
in
him.

“Is
he
here?”
She
cut
him
a
quick
glance.

“He’s
been
waiting
for
you
all
night.”
He
replied
with
a
deep
rich
throaty
tone.

He
could
tell
by
her
glare
she
was
more
than
frustrated,
but
irritated.