Bark Skin Book Novels & Stories

I mumble, heading to my office. I sit down in my chair and put the book on the desk. I look closely at the cover and realize it isn't leather, but some soft dark skin, more on a fur than the normal boom cover. My guess would be some.random animal with fur but I think sime fur isn’t smooth as this. I turn to the first page and mutter a curse under my breath. I read the tiny scrawl with widening eyes.

Becky picked up the small bowl and examined it. “I think this was once a shell of some sort. Like a mussel or oyster shell, but look at the size of it. It must have been old when they harvested this.” Gemma set the twig on the desktop and then pulled the book out. For its size, the book was thick. A little larger than a man’s hand, and perhaps as thick as three of Gemma’s fingers. They did not make the book from paper, but the pages were much thicker. “Is this skin? I hope it's sheepskin and not human.” The cover was clearly leather, and the binding showed hand stitching. “This can’t be new. I’m afraid to open it. What if it’s not the grimoire?”

Chapter 24 Present *** Content Warning: This chapter is not suitable for very young readers. Read at your own risk. *** POV: Shea Vestine - Thorne She groaned as she felt the tickling feeling in her cheeks. It stopped a bit but continued until it reached her neck. It was slowly trying to awaken the burning sensation that was sleeping inside her. But then, when it was her lips that whoever that attacked her – she knew that she wasn’t dreaming. Her eyes instantly opened as she felt a hand holding her waist – a familiar touch that made her body hot.

I pocket her face and turn to the quiet patch of dirt where a person disappeared. That's when my skin starts up for real. The ink goes hot when it's near something it doesn't like, a low burn under the lines on my forearms, hackles I wear on the inside. I’ve been out all night and it's never so much as warmed. Not even when that werewolf was leaning on me. It's burning now, and it climbs toward my elbows when I swing the light to the base of a birch where the grooves finally stop. There’s a mark cut into the bark. Filled with something dark that isn't sap and isn't blood.

He was clinging to the book I had taken from Fenris and was mumbling incoherent words to himself. “What is it?” I asked him. I yawned. He jumped and spun around when he noticed I was awake. “Where did you get this book?” he asked me curiously. “Uhm... Fenris.Is something wrong?” I replied confused, shifting under my blankets slightly. He shook his head quickly but then gestured for me to come and I obeyed. He was looking at a page that had images of what the Rhvka werewolves looked like, the was their tail, their teeth, ears e.t. c and even the shape of their bite marks.

It closed in on me, closer and closer until a hand burst through the cloud and gripped my shirt, yanking me through the barrier. The hand was huge and fit the owner of the shadow well. I grabbed at it and found the skin coarse, almost reptilian. The sharp nails tore into my sweater so easily, that I couldn't help but think of what they could do to my skin. I opened my mouth to scream, but it was stolen from me before even the high squeak came out. The air seemed oddly thin, and I couldn't get a deep enough breath for more than a small sound. I tried to dig my nails into the hand, hoping it would let me go, but it was useless.

“The first question is how were you able to keep the bouncing pace at a stretch. I mean, with every bounce you did on that dick, your pussy fully swallowed the dick and you were also following the same beat.” I blushed hard and I laughed out too, trying to curate the right words. “I mean…” “And girl, did I forget to mention how shiny and how moisturised your ass skin was? The ripple effect from the bounces were phenomenal too.” Sharon said and made a clock it sign with her fingers. “Okay so for my soft and bouncy skin, I use olive oil because it gives my skin this thready effect that I love it so much and It also makes my skin glow.”

I realized that the book was a printing of paintings and grinned. "Look through it and I'll explain anything you have questions about," he grinned and pulled the cork out with his side teeth, spitting it out into his hand. Offering me the bottle I raised a brow and took a swig straight from the bottle. I licked my lips and offered it back to watching him take a swig and sigh. He flipped open the cover and chuckled deeply as I looked at the young boy posing next to a handsome couple on a farm in an oil painting. "Is that you?" I questioned curiously and he nodded.

Earth, sugar, and the faint, cold metallic tang of old rot. Skye bristles violently, screaming betrayal and deception. I inhale again, deeper this time, seeking the truth...and then, without warning... My claws rip through my skin before I can consciously stop the transformation. My hand shifts with a sickening sound, bone cracking, fur sprouting black over my tanned skin. I press my palm—my paw—into the back of her chest, right where her heart should be. Empty. Where her heart should be thrumming, there is only a cold, chilling void.