Crocotta Supernatural Novels & Stories

He knew it was coming, a tempest of unprecedented power, conjured by the dark magic of his estranged sister, Lyca, the fallen princess of the Werewolf Water Nation. Lyca, once a symbol of hope and unity for her people, had been corrupted by the insidious influence of the Werewolf God Destroyer, an ancient entity that sought to plunge the world into chaos. Now, she was a pawn in the Destroyer's grand scheme, wielding her mastery of the waves to wreak havoc upon the land.

I needed to tell Susan to get a dozen more for the weekend, or I would suffer withdrawal symptoms. “Did he tell you anything else?” I asked, bringing her coffee and the cupcakes to the table. Trisha sat down opposite her. Amy raised her eyebrows, like gathering her thoughts through the fog of exhaustion in her head. “He was born there when the asylum was still open, and remained there after the courts closed it. Plenty of bad vibes around to feast on for centuries. He’d never paid attention to the living until our lovely Haunter came around. Looks like he started calling on any and all entities around. He invited them to use his and his teammates’ energy to manifest. Kujo thought why not try

SHE said that she wanted more, so the young man gave her that. But at that moment, his gentle tongue that tenderly caresses her femininity is gone. Instead, Jason's tongue became like a burning coil. Just a glowing coil of a paintbrush that smears insane but earnest happiness into her femininity. And that gave her reason to let out a series of growls and suppressed screams.

“The blood in her veins is older than your court. If she learns to call upon it, she may yet rise above them.” “Or be consumed by it,” Lucian countered. Mia lifted her chin. “I won’t be consumed. Not by them, not by this.” She pressed her palm against her chest, where the sigil carved into her soul seemed to pulse with every heartbeat. “I have a choice.” Lightning tore across the sky, casting jagged shadows through the chamber. In that light, Mia saw something shift in Lucian’s expression—a flicker of hesitation, almost of belief. The doors to the chamber swung open then, wind and rain spilling in, along with two figures cloaked in midnight blue. Their hoods concealed their faces, but the ma

Stella gritted her teeth, and the muscles in her face twitched slightly. "So what? Maybe you're the one who killed him and stole the gold." "I read that body too." I lowered my gun, walked toward Stella under the protection of two tactical officers, and stared directly into her eyes. "In the vision, I saw the person who smothered him. "There was a long, very distinctive scar on their left wrist. A burn scar caused by highly concentrated sulfuric acid." I grabbed Stella's left wrist. Before she could react, I yanked up the sleeve of her coat.

The moment Isaac said that, both of their astras erupted. Crone was no longer smiling as he was pissed off. His red robes flipped up and down in the wind created from his flow of mana around him. He was just about to rush into the fight, when the ground started to rumble. Crone, including the Hunters, looked in the same direction. There they saw a woman running towards them with a giant crocodile in tow. They were puzzled by the situation. Both of them were headed straight for Crone who only stood still. “Hey!” Matthew was surprised when a pat came to his shoulder.

“The mate bond is a sacred gift from the Goddess, and to allow anyone but my mate to touch me is to spit in Goddess’s eye and cause unspeakable suffering to my love.” “But…”Carlotta started to interrupt, but as I held my hand up, a zipper closed over her mouth and then over the mouths of the others before they could start to protest. “Do not try my patience, hags. I may be young and untrained in the ways of magic, but I am Katrina D’Amore, Luna of Nebrodi, and Crone of Oscurità e Luce Coven. I will not have my decisions questioned by anyone.” I growled as Nina started to come forward, her anger not easy to keep in check.

Quiet. Deadly quiet. The man froze. Fear immediate. “Trova. Lei.” [Find. Her.] The man disappeared instantly. Ciro moved through the chaos fast enough that people stumbled out of his path before fully realizing why they were moving. Bodies crouched behind tables. Broken glass across marble floors. Music still playing faintly somewhere underneath screaming. His heartbeat sounded wrong. Too loud. Too hard. The parking stairwell came into view. Another gunshot echoed upward. And something inside him snapped completely.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

The old witch's gaze dropped, her voice barely above a whisper. "One possibility...removal of the of the baby." "The child must be extracted," the witch declared, her voice was laced laced with a mix of trepidation and resolve. Erin nodded, his eyes fixed on Aria's frozen form. The witch produced an ancient dagger, its blade etched with dark runes. "Behold, Xandriah - Devourer of Souls," she whispered. it was Forged in the depths of the underworld, Xandriah hummed with malevolent energy.