Novelas y relatos de Cosmere Novellas

In her place sat a thick, tangled bed of blood-red roses, their thorns gleaming with wet dew. Novalee stared at the flowers, her voice hollow. "The curse is locked in place." A split second later, a distant, agonised shriek tore through the deep forest, miles away. "I think Kori just realised it too," Novalee whispered.

She was like a high school boy that saw breasts for the first time. She leaned forward and took April's hardened pink nipples into her waiting mouth, soaking and licking, all the while playing with and massaging her breast. Once she had enough, Josephine took off her own shirt and bra to reveal her perky tits. They were small in comparison to April’s double D breasts but still very well shaped and erotic. The girls fooled around a little longer and explored each other’s bodies. Josephine took off April’s jeans and panties, as well as her own and got back on top of her.

The attic of the old Victorian in Salem smelled of cedar, dried sage, and the sharp metallic bite of charged mercury. Moonlight poured through the tall, arched window in pale shafts, catching on the salt-and-chalk circle etched into the wide-plank floorboards. At its center stood Rowan Hale, twenty-nine, barefoot, wearing only a sheer black slip that clung to her full breasts and wide hips, the silk so thin her dark nipples showed through. Her locs hung loose down her back, threaded with tiny silver beads that glinted like stars. In her left hand she held an obsidian athame; in her right, a small copper bowl filled with her own blood, crushed night-blooming jasmine, and powdered star-anise.

The tension in the room was so thick I could almost taste it. "You look... different tonight," Noah whispered. His voice was deeper than usual, a low rumble that made my clit twitch. "Do I?" I asked, tilting my head. I reached out and touched his chest, my fingers grazing the warm skin of his torso. "Maybe it's the holiday spirit." I could see him swallowing hard. He was fighting it, trying to remember that I was his mother, but the way I was touching him was breaking down his walls. I wanted to push him over the edge. I wanted him to lose control.

And of course, while consuming blood, I have to remove the necklace from my neck because every time I wear the necklace, I look like a complete human being. "Well, shit. All I can say is, I'm thankful I can finally rest my fucking brain from studying the shit of everything." I sigh ejaculation. Sarreth suddenly threw me a black and yellow drink. "What the fuck is this chuckie thing?" I wondered. Sarreth slapped her forehead unconsciously. "Stop cussing the fuck down already, Celare. Are you going to talk to that mysterious goddess of yours like that?" Sarreth asked me a serious question.

Rosa::: I guess the day is finally here the day kumara officially becomes one of us ,it makes me happy really ,since his arrival to my pack ,they've been a lot of improvements around ,especially with my warriors and , a lesser work load for gamma Rex to handle ,that's why I'm comfortable sending him out on errands ,because there's someone who can cover for him ,I take a quick shower and slide into a nice outfit a red skirt and white top ,I walk down to my mirror apply some light make up on while brushing my hair ,its really messed up ,I'm not surprised though considering that I've passed through a lot in the last twenty four hours ,I slip my feet into a nice pair of black sneakers and I gue

Sally couldn’t understand much of what he wrote, but she found one entry, towards the end of the journal, very interesting: November 21st ___ Success! Sweet and blessed success. Finally I have the vindication I long sought. My heart is so light I believe I could burst out into song, were it not for my awful voice and the shocked dismay of the servants, who already think my habits queer enough. I have lost several days to poring over the Grimoire, a dense and obscure text to be sure, but not an unrewarding one, given careful study. Though I know nothing about the author’s character, or any detail of his life, he could perhaps have been a brother of mine (or even a sister?), so closely aligned

That her true prince could wake her up like in the story of the sleeping beauty. Unfortunately, my "Sleeping Beauty" kind of story ended when her parents burned her wolf's body and sent her into the middle of the wide blue ocean. Her parents and the entire pack were mourning for a year when Natasha was their only daughter and the sole heir of the Crescent Moon pack. A year after that, I opened myself to a new relationship. This time, to an omega like me. Unfortunately, our relationship did not last long when I decided to offer my kiss even during our first week. She died with a smile on her face.

“He is stable for now but, he’ll need a lot of rest to recover. It was Serpent’s Kiss.” “What?!” Ophelia scoffed. “How did that poison even get to Moonglade!?” The Serpent’s Kiss was the deadliest poison to werewolves. Extracted and made from a rare flower that grow only in Glaham. Another proof that the culprit is on the inside. The manufacturing of the this elixir started over a century ago, for medical reasons. However, it’s side effects rendered it’s ban. Someone is secretly making them, and gave it to her brother.

Her face flushed with an almost manic glee as she proudly displayed an array of expensive trinkets – intricately carved bone necklaces, shimmering feathers, polished stones – gifts that were undoubtedly from him. "Maybe these treasures were meant for you, Violet," she said, her voice dripping with a smug satisfaction that made my wolf bristle, "but sadly, they've ended up with me. I used to envy you for having such a great Beta like Camilo as your mate. Now, I suppose it's your turn to envy me. My wish to the Moon Goddess at the pack gathering really came true, didn't it?" Her words were like tiny barbs, each one digging under my skin.