Allure Of The Night Novels & Stories

"God, here's another poser!" My roommate, Fiona Sharpe, grinned as she shoved her phone at us. Its screen showed a student chat group where a bold message stood out. It read, "Urgently looking for a female date—must be attractive—to accompany me to a banquet. You'll receive ten grand upfront as payment."

Kyle walked towards her and hugged her and she answered him with a nod. She left before they could ask more. The club was in the heart of the city, discreet and draped in luxury. Janine felt small stepping inside. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Velvet drapes covered the walls. It smelled like expensive perfume and danger. Tina greeted her with a tight hug and pulled her into the dressing room. “You can back out now. It’s not too late.” Janine shook her head. “I’m doing this. I need this”

Damien cursed softly against her skin, holding her tighter as if to protect her from the very fire he’d started. But once wasn’t enough. Not when she looked at him with those wide, innocent eyes that made him feel like he wasn’t a man made of steel and shadows. Round after round, until her body trembled and her mind drifted into weightless oblivion, lost in his arms, in the heat, in a night that felt like forever. --- Next Morning – 7:02 AM Light filtered through the curtains, painting gold across the rumpled sheets. Aria stirred slowly, every muscle aching in ways she’d never known. For a moment, she smiled faintly, remembering the way he held her like she mattered.

he murmured, “I was.” Her stomach flipped. A strange heat curled in her abdomen, something unspoken, something dangerous. “You don’t have to stay,” he said, voice low, coaxing. “But I won’t ask for your name. I won’t ask for anything, I just need this. Tonight.” Her breath caught. His palm shifted to her hip. “And if I go?” she whispered. His fingers flexed at her hip, just for a second, he let go and took a step back so there was a thin wall of air between them.

bump into me, his eyes full of a wretched, hopeful longing. Kaelan’s irritation was a palpable, icy force. He became my constant shadow, his presence a silent threat. His eyes, when they fell on Marcus, promised a violence that was slow and creative. Then came the Nightfall Gala. A lavish, political event under the great crystal-domed hall of the Citadel, lit by a thousand black candles. Vampires of high clan and their human associates mingled, the air rich with the scent of blood-wine and ambition. I was on Kaelan’s arm, wearing a gown of midnight silk.

It was sweet, sensual and, though barely detectable at times, always present. He'd spent most of the night in a state of arousal, wanting nothing more than to act on the constant urges and dreams that plagued him throughout. Her unbridled allure proved a potent catalyst, and he found himself pushed to the edge of an orgasm more than once during the night through sheer adjacency. By the time the light of dawn was just beginning to brighten her room, his balls ached from the near constant arousal and lack of release.

Her delicious scent was wafting all over this damn city and many different species of male shifters lived amongst the humans and every last one of them would be attracted to her scent. Aurora woke from her sleep and stretched languidly then sat up it was getting dark and she decided to see what kind of nightlife the city offered. She had never been allowed to do whatever she wanted before, all her life she had been controlled and forced to obey her father and then Alexis had tried to do the same. She pulled the leather jeans back on and brushed her fingers through her thick gold/red mane shaking out the curls, picking up the jacket she headed out of the hotel. ‘Time for this so called Luna

The dim glow of the nightlight in the corner of the classified apartment exposed a harrowing tableau: Darren’s black shirt had been torn open at the chest, revealing taut, vascular muscles, while his hawk-like eyes were completely bloodshot, drowned in a primal fog of lust that had annihilated the remaining shards of his sanity. Darren offered no verbal response to the screams. His hearing had gone entirely deaf, drowned out by the thundering roar of his own heartbeat, which was hammering far past its normal threshold due to the high-potency aphrodisiac fed to him by Clarissa. The hellish, internal fire was systematically flaying his nervous system, demanding an instinctual, raw physical rel

“I knew something felt weird, but I didn’t think it could be this.” “Be what?” “It’s a glamour. Kristy, this place has been hidden from human sight.” I pull my phone away from my ear and drop a pin in my location and then send it to Kristy. “There’s an alley behind the bar and the building is right across from it, I promise.” I can hear Nicole’s voice through the phone but can’t make out what she’s saying. A few seconds pass and it sounds like Kristy is running. “I’m in the alley,” she tells me. “And you’re right. It feels…weird back here. Hang on.” Rustling comes through the phone and then I hear my friends chanting. “Light of the sun, dark of the night, reveal the truth before my sight.”

A masterpiece of gothic architecture guarded by layered isolation magic; unreachable by satellites, unable to be bombed without destroying its cursed courtyard which would trigger a continental cholera outbreak. Tonight, the Aurelius sect is looking forward to the presence of the Black Wolf Queen. They invited Chloe not for diplomacy, but to be devoured. The blood of a girl who conquered their rival race of wolves would certainly be the sweetest nectar (dessert) at The Aurelius' millennium feast.