Brows By Thread Novels & Stories

Behind them, the group of red bugs swarmed up. “That’s troublesome!” Claudia looked grim now. She pulled the thread tight with her hands. The threads were super powerful—their surfaces were covered with deadly energy. No one really knew what they were made of. Anyway, under Claudia’s control, the two threads became extremely scary. Patterns emerged from them and barged into the insects. “Switch!” Claudia bellowed before the red thread turned into a large web, trapping the two golden bugs. In the next second, they were captured by the web, unable to break free for now.

Sir Borracho's voice boomed with authority. "Bonbon!" the Pranaiahn yelled. His body illuminated like a beacon, a radiant glow emanating from him. As his body shimmered, the silken threads that adorned his form seemed to come alive, each strand moving with a life of its own. The threads snaked their way towards the stingers, ensnaring them with a tenacity that defied their size. The fibers constricted around the stingers like a web, immobilizing them.

Aura curled. And Echoform quieted. That means the Grove knows how to hold rhythm without needing ritual. I remain. Ready. Thread (worn in absence) I looped once around Shye’s breath. Didn’t anchor. After that, I broke into three arm spaces: Maximus. Kehra. Saela. None wore me. But each adjusted posture when I brushed them. That’s thread now. No symbol. No braid. When breath calls for more than motion, only gentle direction is provided. Lila

I said softly, and closed my eyes, enjoy the sensation of having the cloth run over my body, and the smooth and spicy scent that was filling the air. “It is peppermint.” He said, “Dr.Threader gave it to me. He said it would help with any bruising or cuts.” He ran the cloth down the side of my neck, being careful to tread lightly over the punctures the claws had made. “Go ahead and lay back.”

I stood at the head of the table and thought about forty-three threads. The bond touched each of them differently. Some were bright and close — Calla, two of the senior warriors, the young wolf who had asked about the noise. Others were fainter, either from distance or disposition. And one— I stilled. One thread felt different this morning than it had last night. Not absent. Not severed. Just — angled. Like a compass needle pulled by a second source. "You feel it," Ava said from beside me. Not a question. "Yes." "Which one?"

When the last thread dissolved, the woman collapsed into a chair, exhausted but smiling. "That was... almost pleasant," Carol said wonderingly. "Like slowly waking from a nightmare instead of being yanked awake." The council murmured among themselves. Elder James leaned forward. "Can you do multiple threads simultaneously?" Wendy moved to the next volunteer. This time, she grabbed five threads at once, pulling them in different directions. The mark unraveled faster, but still controlled. Ten minutes this time. By the fourth volunteer, she'd reduced it to five minutes. By the eighth, three minutes with minimal discomfort.

Due to how long vampires lived, I've been living using different identities in different countries to avoid human's suspicion. “Oh brother, you should at least welcome me with more enthusiasm,” Sebastian said sarcastically. Then and there, I felt like plummeting him to death with my claws. “Cut the crap! Why are you here?” I asked, getting more pissed. My idiot of a stepbrother noticed this but took it as a cue to anger me further and in the blink of an eye, the office was scattered and the only things that were head was the breaking and shattering of things and our heavy breathing.

I said and she chuckled sweetly. " That's if you'd let me braid your hair ..." She said and I immediately ran my fingers in my hair . " That's not happening Arianna " I said and she laughed . " Why ? But you look good in every hairstyle ..." She pouted . " Not that one , it makes me look innocent ,I hate it " i said and she laughed . " Oh c'mon you look super Cute " She said and I stared at how my shirt made her look super s*xy .

I found myself twirling whimsically, throwing my head from one car to the other until I pointed toward it, "Take that one?" Bob's face widened in awe. This was the first time I'll be asking him to take me out in the Bugatti Chiron ever since it was purchased. Bob was my driver. Not specifically mine, he was Zoe's most trusted driver. I couldn't let him go after she passed away.

“I couldn’t hear you if you kept throwing things and I couldn't understand you well if you were yelling.” Brenda in her pink silk nightgown was standing in the middle of the bedroom which is the size of a small house. She had been yelling countless curses, shouting in anger some vulgar words. But when it happens with shrieking and groans or growls coming along, everything from Brenda’s mouth sounds like an unknown language to humans. She pulled her hair, and touched her face and she yelled, a few words that could be heard were ‘pretty’, ‘mine’, ‘idiot’, ‘only me’, ‘you dare’, ‘belong together’ also ‘slut’, ‘bitch’.