Defy The Night Series Novels & Stories

“My pussy is dripping at work. I need you so bad.” “Please baby… just one quick visit?” His replies were short and frustrating: “Miss you too. Work is killing me. Soon.” By the third night, I was losing control. After my shift, I skipped dinner and went straight to bed. I stripped completely naked, my skin flushed with heat. I positioned the full-length mirror at the foot of the bed so I could watch myself like a desperate slut. Legs spread obscenely wide, I worked three fingers in and out of my soaked pussy while my thumb circled my swollen clit. I was dripping everywhere juices running down my ass and staining the sheets.

“It’s not from within the camp or the village, like a smell that moves in a cloud or a swarm.” “We’ll set up a defensive perimeter, fast,” August explained as he grabbed his gladius. “Have the watchmen spotted anything out there?” Both of them turned their heads and stopped in their actions as a brutal scream cut through the deep night. Rufus looked at his master. “I would venture to guess they have just now discovered something, sir.” Throwing on his helm, August asked, “Have the villagers panicked?” Rufus shrugged. “I haven’t seen any of them out, sir.”

Sworn enemies yet, she is the only woman who can put out the fire in our bloodlines. “What are you waiting for, Leo? A fucking invitation? Shoot her knees!” My father orders. I cock the gun, waiting for Zeyneps’ jaded-coloured irises to meet mine, and when they do, I wink at her. Quickly, I lift my arm and press the gun in my grasp against the side of my father’s head, with my index finger resting on the trigger. “Long live the Defiant Queen, Zeynep Volkov, heir of the true Artemis ‘Wolf’ Volkov,” I say in a firm tone and pull the trigger, murdering my father.

The twins suddenly shouted from the couch. “We need supplies!” “We are under attack!” “The enemy is approaching!” The youngest giggled. Amelia looked over. “What enemy?” “THE INVISIBLE ONE,” one of the twins declared dramatically. Alexander glanced at them. “No invisible enemies in the house.” The twin paused. “Then what are we defending against?” Alexander didn’t hesitate. “Nothing.” That didn’t stop them. It only made them continue with more enthusiasm. Amelia shook her head. “I think you made it worse.”

The nights were the hardest, as the moon's light cast a haunting glow upon her fur, igniting her bloodlust. On this particular night, the moon was full and radiant, and Astrid could feel the transformation taking hold. She tried to resist, to maintain her human form, but the beast within her was relentless. As the moon reached its peak in the sky, Astrid's body convulsed, and she fell to her knees, crying out in pain. Her bones cracked and shifted, her limbs stretched and reshaped, and her senses heightened to a feverish pitch.

Heh? Nightclans?

Chapter 15 – The Holy Tower and the Heart of Blood Night 17 – in Valenfort, after the Seraphim incident. The sky glowed with a dull crimson, like an unhealed wound. Heavy rain poured down, carrying the scent of metal and blood ash. In the city center, Divine Tower stood tall amidst a sea of white light – like a spear piercing the heart of Valenfort. But tonight, that light was no longer a symbol of salvation. It had become the mourning light for a city that was rotting.

‘Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping, I my loved ones' watch am keeping, All through the night.’ Listening to the soft, loving voice, Nox finally stopped fighting his tiredness. “Goodnight, my love.”

Put her souls together. “See you at night, I’m going to get a good sleep, damn tired.” “Can’t wait to kick me out.” The shirt she wore, was a big polo shirt, which stop at her upper thighs revealing her tattoos. She slides into black leggings. “...and it'll be fine. You don’t have to be scared. You might be the real Montana.” “I’m one.” The doubt in Fanny’s eyes, made her shut the door hard. And it felt the entire three-story building was crumbling.

I'm also having difficulties sleeping since the events of the previous night are still causing chaos in my thoughts the next morning. The image of Remon's face stayed with me all day, even though the pain was so bad that I had to put up with it for my own good and for the thing that would finally end the pain and bring me back to consciousness. The fact that she is too tall for a woman like me, who is normal and not on the same level as her ex-boyfriend, makes it pointless to engage in an argument with her. "Hello, is Tita here?" asks the narrator, referring to the protagonist's mother. While we were looking at one another, tears began to pour from my eyes as our gazes were fixed on one anot