Crystal Bandida Novels & Stories

The crystal warmed on my chest, pulled from the box, its hum syncing with our gasps. Climax crashed—hers first, walls milking me, my cum spilling hot inside her. But as we peaked, the crystal shattered with a crack like thunder, shards flying. A wail filled the room, spectral—Mira, solidifying from mist, eyes wild. 'Forgive... protect...'

( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ Love, Krystal GoodNovel

she countered. “If you want to win the crown, you have to work hard like the other girls. There's no shortcut in becoming the Luna Queen,” Came his passive reply. “Is that why you have scars all over your body, your pack wants you to win badly that they don't care about hurting their own,”

ILANA. The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation. I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.

I had always known deep down that no matter what I did, I would never be the child he wanted. "It’s not fair," I murmured, my voice barely audible now. "I didn’t choose to be born... but I’ve been paying for it ever since." Anastasia reached out, squeezing my hand. "You’re enough as you are, Cora. Don’t ever doubt that." But I wasn’t sure if I could believe that anymore. Not when the person who mattered most had never made me feel like I was. Other children born under the Alpha, Beta, and Delta ranks live in affluence and privilege. In our pack, it's almost the same, except for me. I’m the Beta’s daughter, yet I’m always the unwanted one—always doubted, never trusted with anything.

His silence was enough. "Catherine, don’t jump to conclusions.” he growled, “Show some gratitude and stop embarrassing me.” The ritual began. Mary knelt beneath the moon, dressed in white. His stare burned into me, “Welcome Mary Whitlock into the pack, now.” Brian’s face flashed in my mind, and my breath hitched. I couldn’t risk losing him. Not tonight. I stepped forward when the silence demanded it. “Mary Whitlock,” I said, my voice steady as stone. “As Luna of the Crescent Moon Pack, I welcome you and your wolf, Maya.”

“Let him watch how greedily your cunt milks my cock for more seed.” I came again with a broken sob, my walls fluttering around him as another powerful orgasm tore through me. Damien followed with a guttural moan, pumping another heavy load deep inside my womb. Only when the demonstration was complete did he gently untie my wrists and pull me into his arms. He kissed me deeply, possessively, while his cum slowly leaked from my well-used pussy. “The client is very impressed,” Damien murmured against my lips. “He wants to order a custom batch. But more importantly, the Midnight Orchid performed exactly as designed on a live audience.”

As the light music sounded, the cage on the far left was opened. A plump and sexy stunner officially appeared in front of people. Her hands were shackled, her eyebrows lowered, she waited for the people at the scene to sell. The auctioneer began to introduce the girl's age and specialties. " The girl's name is Crystal, 19 years old, no wolf, docile temperament, soft body, good at role-play. Starting at $ 1000." With the hammer struck, the audience below began to bid.

"I've been waiting for this." "You," Vanessa hissed, her voice low and venomous. "I don't know what kind of game you’re playing, Crystal. What did you do? Steal a dead woman’s identity? You think because you put on some stones and a fake name, you’re one of us?" I looked at her, my expression as flat as a mirror. "One of us, Vanessa? I certainly hope not, I would never want to be like you!" Vanessa’s eyes flashed. She looked at my shoes—custom-made, encrusted with the same blue crystals as my dress. With a smirk that screamed of the old days, she tilted her glass of red wine. It was a deliberate, slow-motion move intended to humiliate me.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"