Cosmo Yell Novels & Stories

Cilyna said, placing a soft kiss to his lips. "I'm not a trusting person by nature your know." he said, indifferently. "Yeah well you'll have to start trusting someone, even if it is just me." she smiled at him while taking his hands on hers Pulling him with her, they both stepped out the back door where it would seem everyone gathered to watch as Rasmosis performed his spell. They could no heat what he was chanting but the effects were visible. There was a glowing orange sphere around him, like he was on fire but it was not flames. His hair stood up on ends and in one hand he held a map of the United States from Cilyna's living room and a lock of hair that had been trapped inside his note b

Leonard talked in his mind. "Mate...." This was the one time when Lycan emphasized the word like anything. "No way. Moon Goddess can never do such things. She couldn't choose a vile woman like her." Leonard made Lycan listen to his words but his wolf was always on the verge of fighting with him. "No... I know this is right. The smell." Lycan growled again with the thunder. Leonard didn't notice such roaring of thunder and Lycan's growling made the peaceful soul wake up with a jolt on the bed.

Cosmo looked at Liam closely, as she tiptoed and then kissed him on the lips, which made Liam was surprised to receive such thing. However, he couldn’t take a step back, or even raised both of his hands, as he wanted to push her hard, so hard that this witch would die, but of course something like that wouldn’t happen. “What? Do you like my kiss?” Cosmo asked, she wrapped her arms around his neck, as she leaned against him, she stared at him with that suggestive smile. “We can spend our eternity in this place and we can use it to know each other, don’t you think that was a great idea?” she chuckled.

Goddess he is a piece of art. He stood at a height of 6'3 with a strong build, I could see the outline of each muscle through his fitted shirt. He had a millitary buzz cut which gave out a 'don't mess with me' aura. He had sharp features but what stood out the most were his narrowed moss green eyes under his bushy eyebrows. His lips which weren't too think nor too thin were stretched in a straight line. He is my mate. My true mate. "Celeste!" A soft push on my shoulder jolted me out of my thoughts, I turn to my left to find Theo staring at me with a frown.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

Christian raises his nose into the air and a second later the sound of his howl fills the night, cuts through the night sounds and echo's over the snow. I sit up, my heart beating with want to add my over voice. I raise my nose and howl at the starry sky, adding my voice into the night. Mikki's howl rises into the night, dragging out in a sorrowful tone. Tori's howl arises into the night, high and loud and soon Ash and Ally were singing alone. I lower my nose to breath and spot Carson making her way outside, smiling as she hears us croon into the shadow world. I raise my nose again, unable to stop myself if I wanted too. The need to howl burns through me, only dowsed when I am crying to the

“Who the hell are you?” Nya asked as she blinked against the fog. The man, dressed in a black shirt, open wide enough at the collar that she could see a tuft of dark hair across his chest, black pants and boots, all of it with red piping along the seems, with dark hair and intense dark eyes, staring at her with a smoldering glare, paused several paces in front of her. The fog seemed to dissipate for a moment, and behind him, Nya could see nothing but the jagged tops of the mountain. No trees, no plants, no buildings, no animals. No dragon.

Derek Stygian’s stripper's club was bathed in a deep red light. The kind that makes everything look darker than it really was. Shadows moved along the walls as slow music played through hidden speakers, the bass low and steady like a heartbeat. The air felt hot with sin, heavy with smokes of their cigarettes, filled with sweat of the male strippers and the tables were filled with expensive alcohol. Not everyone in the city was allowed into Stygian's secret cult. Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in.

A beauty like hers was impossible to ignore—a Latina goddess with deep bronze skin, long dark waves tumbling over a white silk blouse that clung to her curves, revealing a navel piercing and an hourglass figure. She approached Venom with effortless and seductive hip movement. Venom slowly pulled off her shades, raking her dark eyes over Isabella from head to toe before dropping her cigar and crushing it under her boot. "Isabella," Venom said, a small grin forming. "Damn… wasn’t expecting to see you here." Isabella smiled back. "Well, I just got into the city this morning. And I heard Zayne’s back." Her accent was so sexy and smooth. Venom tilted her head slightly, studying her.