Datura Stories Novels & Stories

June lunged for Dante, catching his sleeve as they both tumbled down into darkness. They didn’t fall into fire. They landed in a mountain of paper. June gasped, rolling onto the soft, dusty pile. She scrambled up, boots sliding across millions of pages. When she looked around, a sob escaped her. The pit stretched as far as she could see, crammed with old Golden Books, torn photographs, broken wooden spoons. “These are the failed versions,” Dante said softly. He picked up a photograph—him and June in a park, except the sun was a weird, neon green. “They’ve been trying to bake the ‘perfect’ story for ages. We’re just the latest screw-ups.”

he says with a smirk plastered across his face. “Please no …no. Stop.” *SMACK* “Ahh…I'm a whore. One” *SMACK* “Ahhhh.. I'm a whore. Two” …..Five,....SIX…..Ten…... .Twelve….. Nineteen. “So this is the final deal” Clover fondled her head gently stroking her hair and caressing her ass cheeks with the stick. Her ass was all red and bruised. *SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.”

and Ezra was shaking his head and Dax was sitting beside me with his hand back on his own knee and his jaw was tight from trying not to laugh. After dinner we sat around the fire. The wine kept flowing and the conversation got easier. Rena started telling stories about the packs she'd visited on the border, the wolves she'd healed, the things she'd seen on the road. She talked about the refugee column and the night the sky turned orange and the old man who'd carried his dead wife's shoes for twenty miles because he couldn't bear to leave them behind. The room went quiet after that story and Hilde was holding her daughter tighter and Ezra was looking at the fire and Dax's hand found mine betw

“I’ll do everything I can!” “That’s more like it,” Layla mumbled. “You still didn’t tell me whether Victor used the potion to kill the Were clan. I’m still waiting for your reply,” she said and grind her teeth to give the guy a scare. “About that… If I remember correctly, a group of slave traders sold a werewolf once and the vampire lord used the potion on her. It has the extract of Wisteria flowers, so I’m not sure what happened to that girl,” Darius said, thinking deeply about the past. “I heard she didn’t survive after she was freed and went back to her hometown on the North. It’s not certain if it’s because of the potion effects or if she’s been killed though… Victor marched to the North

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

Zahra whispered, not minding to hide the fear in her voice, “But why had they set fifteen huts ablaze?” “I can’t say for sure,” Dodo turned her attention to Zahra, “But my mother told me a story of how the three Kingdoms, after hunting, danced around a campfire. You want to hear the story?” “No,” Zahra and Ginika said in unison. They were not prepared to hear Dodo’s unending tale. She would only end up telling them of how her great, great, great grandmother, told her great, great grandmother and her great grandmother, to her… Her stories usually leave one hungry and light-headed, or it would knock you out.

Dante answered, a smile on his face as he thought of Camilla. "that's exactly how I feel about Dracaryx, I don't know if it's the whole fated mate thingy? But i feel that way about him" Valerie replied. "Wow! We Russo's sure have funny love stories, I fell in love with the girl I bought from an auction, you fell in love with the man who captured you and tortured you. Geremia, you are our only hope for a normal love story" Dante told Geremia. "I will do my very best" Geremia replied.

the voice spoke with a thousand echoes sending chills down Feral’s spine, “What do you do in this world?” Dina didn’t need anyone to spell it out for her to speak and immediately facing Zero for help she was told to answer truthfully. “I-I-I’ve come for someone,” Dina managed to stammer out shakingly. “I see. Very well then, fulfill your mission.” “Huh?” “TELL THE STORY,” the male said in a powerful tone causing Dina’s head to ring. “Y-yes! Sir!” And thus she began the story she'd just interpreted, the true origin story of the Styr kingdom.

, Her aunt, Karuna blurted out annoyingly. "I've been learning Korean recently", Darika lifted her chin and spoke proudly. "Only in two days and three nights; humph?", Her aunt made a face and taunted Darika. Darika didn't pay attention to her aunt's taunts and looked excitedly at her both Uncles. "Her brain circuit is different from ordinary people", Seeing how enthusiastic Darika was. Aunt Karuna said loudly and got glares from three men who were present in the room. Darika didn't care about her aunt's words and sat in between her uncles and narrated the adventurous journey of two days and three nights at Kashyap mansion.

Even Rhyden looked away, as if he didn’t want to witness what was coming. Darius stared at her for a long moment. His jaw worked, his nostrils flaring as he fought with himself. Then, finally, he exhaled. “There are stories,” he admitted, voice low. “Old ones. Pack legends. Things my father warned me about.” Seraphina’s heart pounded. “What stories?” Darius’s gaze darkened. “About a bloodline that doesn’t belong to any one pack. A bloodline that can shift the balance of the entire kingdom.”