~Serik When I got to the address that Arelith and Vanya gave me for our meeting, their laughter reached me before their hands did. A sound like silk torn in half—sharp, soft, dangerous. I had barely stepped into the chamber before Arelith’s fingers brushed my jaw, nails grazing my skin as though testing whether I was real. “You kept us waiting,” she purred, the words half accusation, half invitation. Before I could answer, Vanya was at my back, her breath warm against my neck. Her hands slid over my shoulders, down my arms, curling possessively. I shivered despite myself. “Someone’s hungry.” I growled. “I wanted to see if you still belonged to us,” she whispered, her lips grazing my ear. I let out a breath that wasn’t steady. “And what if I don’t?” Arelith’s lips curved into a wicked smile as she pressed against my chest, forcing me to step back. “Then we remind you.” Her mouth claimed mine before I could speak again, hot and demanding, her tongue brushing past my lips
~Laurent The night was kind to me today, it wasn’t too cold neither was it too hot. The air was cool, the forest quiet except for the distant hoot of an owl and the sigh of branches rubbing together. My boots sank softly into damp earth, the moon spilling silver through the canopy like a lantern guiding my steps. I had walked this forests a hundred times and yet every time I walked through this darkness back home, I always felt unease. I told myself that I knew these roads and I had nothing to fear but still… I quickened my pace. The silence today felt too deep. It pressed close to my ears, like cotton stuffed inside. Even the insects had quieted. My breath rasped louder than it should have, mist blooming in front of my face. I pulled my cloak tighter and told myself it was just the cold. Then suddenly, a twig snapped behind me. I froze. Slowly, I turned, eyes combing the shadows. Nothing. Only the trees, gnarled and dark, stretching endless into the night. “You’re tired,” I w
~Omniscient POV Seliora opened her night gown, revealing her naked body to Aeron. Aeron’s first glimpse of Seliora’s pussy made his erect cock jerked, and he feared for a moment that it would go off. But it didn't. She dropped her gown and climbed onto the bed with him. It didn’t take long for him to take charge of the situation. He leaned against one of her legs, holding it in place against the bed. He spread her body, exposing her to his lustful gaze. Aeron did fast work to his clothes. In a matter of minutes, he was kneeling naked on the bed standing over Seliora. Seliora’s eyes gleamed at the sight of his Cock, sticking up fiercely from below his belly. It gave rise to an erotic excitement which she couldn't control. Her pussy dripped wet and Aeron couldn't help but grin as he watched it drip wetly and as her cum soaked her pussylips. Aeron leaned closer and placed his thumbs against the puffy outer layer of her pussylips which were covered by downy, golden-red curls. As he s
~Omniscient The hall was thick with silence. The air carried the weight of expectation, of whispered judgments, of the countless eyes watching from the wooden benches and stone pews that lined the sacred chamber. Aeron stood tall at the altar, broad shoulders squared, his jaw tight. He had faced battles with bloodier stakes, but none felt as suffocating as the gaze of his people on this day. Seliora stood beside him, her gown white as winter frost, her veil delicate as spider silk. She was calm—serene, even—as though the storm that brewed in the room could not touch her. The wedding was scheduled just hours after he met the bride by Marius’ orders. He had no say in the matter and since the bride wasn’t against it, he just went with it. “Tonight,” the elder started, “we honor the goddess Selene. Under her gaze, we bless the union of Alpha Aeron Blackvale and his mate, Seliora Reed. Seliora Reed, do you take Alpha Aeron Blackvale to be your mate? To promise to love and take care of
~Eira The village slept in silence, wrapped in the hush that only came after a long day of labor. Smoke curled faintly from the last of the hearth fires, drifting into a sky thick with stars. I stood outside our cottage, cloak pulled tight around my shoulders, the night air cool against my skin. It was peaceful here—almost too peaceful. Sometimes I wondered if this quiet life was a dream, one I would wake from to find blood and fire waiting for me again. Ryan had a gift for pretending. He could smile like this life was enough, like we could stay here forever. But me? My heart always carried a question mark. The breeze shifted, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. I inhaled deeply, trying to let it ground me. And then— My body stiffened. My breath caught. At first, I thought it was just dizziness, the kind that came from standing too long without eating. But it was more than that. My limbs… weren’t my own. My foot slid forward, then another, and another. A slow, deliberate w
~Ivy The sound of wood splintering echoed through the clearing as I hurled a ball of silver light forward. Kyle dodged left, his laugh sharp and cocky. “You call that aim?” he taunted, circling me the way he always did—like a wolf teasing prey. “Keep talking,” I muttered, heat building in my palm again. “You’ll eat dirt in a second.” His uncle, who still refused to give me a name ti call him by, watched from the shadows of the pines, arms crossed like a granite statue. His voice, when it came, was gravelly and firm. “Focus, Ivy. Control before power. Control is what keeps you alive.” I grit my teeth. Control. That word always felt like a chain around my wrists. The energy inside me was a wild tide—I couldn’t cage it neatly like Kyle. His uncle had told me it was because my power was endless, it had no bound so it was harder to contain while Kyle’s own was just blossoming so there was barely enough magic generated by his body to be contained. Kyle lunged forward, low and fa