Cunning Novels & Stories

I wasn’t just hiding but I was creating illusions, bending perception, making him question reality. He laughed, low and bitter but dangerous. “Clever. I’ve always admired your cunning, Lura… but cunning doesn’t replace power.” “Cunning,” I said softly, stepping lightly so my shadow merged with the darkness, “can be sharper than power when you don’t see it coming.” The pause this time was longe and tense. I could hear him calculating, reassessing. And that’s when I moved, just a fraction of an inch is enough for the dim reflection of my knife to catch his attention.

Chen An pointed out. "The passage is narrow which means at least ten horses can pass through at once, to meet them will prove difficult, we will lose many men but this hill.. hmmm this should be good for an ambush." Si Ning's lips curled up at his cleverness. He mentally gave himself an award as he nodded. "Su Heng?" Chen An called as he turned to the man next to him who seemed to be in deep thought and Si Ning could tell this Su Heng was the strategist.

Her lips curved into a cunning smile, confident in her ability to deceive. She chose an outfit carefully, opting for something both professional and alluring. "Just the right balance," she mused, her eyes narrowing with determination. The dress clung to her figure in all the right places, designed to captivate without being too obvious. Cindy knew the power of allure, how it could cloud a man's judgment, and she intended to use it to her advantage.

She was as cunning as she was smart, and she possessed a drive that made it impossible to change her mind once she had it fixed on something. Those were only a few of the qualities that had attracted me to her in the first place all those years ago. When I had managed to win her over, it had felt like I had won the biggest lottery in the world back then. As much as I did not like to admit it, my life style was something of a mess back then too so I was most certainly not the best judge of character. Which was why I failed to see that Cynthia had only been stringing me along the whole time for her own benefit.

She had concocted a masterful diversion, a carefully crafted illusion designed to throw off the scent. ‌ Underneath the facade of playful banter, Cathari's actions revealed her strategic mind. She understood the gravity of their situation, the shadows that lurked in the corners, and the need to outmaneuver their adversaries. It was her dry humor that masked the depth of her insight, her seemingly unassuming role that concealed her true significance. ‌

The ones who stayed to fight usually lost. Most of the creatures that stayed to fight were rather new to the whole supernatural being thing, which just made them easier to extinguish. They were often clumsy, arrogant and unskilled. Being so easily tricked is not a good thing when they are fighting a witch, because witches are very clever and can outsmart a large genre of opponents. Only the newest creatures were dumb enough to try and take them on. Since I’ve changed, I’ve been pretty much off the radar. It’s hard to detect a hybrid. Even the most powerful devices go haywire because they don’t know what they’re tracking.

“She used this... pattern. I don't know how else to describe it. She would paint it so that it would only glow at night and when they saw it, they went into a coma.” Detective Carper sat back, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “Pattern? What do you mean?” “I don't know how else to describe it, man. A code maybe? I don't know how she got it, but it does something to the brain and sent anyone who looked at it into a coma. I just had to come in and clean it up. I would take my payment then, taking whatever I deemed important from their possessions.” “Why were you not affected by the... code?” The word felt strange to say.

Was the only thing he could mutter out in the mind link. "I kind of figured that out, by your reaction." She replied in the mind link, "But you have to take things slow, she doesn't know of our kind." Huffing internally, a slight flush forming, he took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, giving Molly a subtle nod that he was ready, even though his whole body shook with excitement.

It sat right at the end of the playpen, shivering with a cutesy expression on its face . Rogue smiled , no wonder Chelsea was so oblivious to him and the men around him. , she was used to looking on the surface but never to see what laid beneath it . The cuppiebara she was thinking of buying because of its innocent selling point was a wolf in sheep clothing just like him , that cuppiebara was selling its innocence , his familiar was a dragon the leader of all animals and he could sense that the cuppiebara was a smart little creature , wanting to get out of this smelly little playpen he was putting up an adorable front .

he questions, brilliant white teeth flashing as he smiles at us both, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, his rolled up button up shirt showing off his strong build. “You know how I feel about you, Sinful,” Thought mutters tirelessly, looking over Sinful’s shoulder and into his home. “We are here for Millicent.” Sinful drags his gaze to me, smiling softly. He has such a charming, attractive look to him, which has nothing to do with his powers. He is the Sin, Lust, giving him the ability to seduce anyone with just a thought alone. I’m not sure if I could have handled being mated to him, so I’m not sure how Millicent does it.