Ender Darling Novels & Stories

Dracaryx had warned them that nobody was to even think of drinking blood on any of the guests not to talk of doing it. A horde of beautiful ladies surrounded Dracaryx flirting with him. Valerie stood with Geremia, Dante and Camilla glaring at them. "Someone looks jealous." Geremia teased him. "I am not jealous." Valerie replied. "Then why are you glaring at those innocent ladies? If looks could kill, they would all be dead already." Dante added. "I said, I am not jealous. I am the one he loves, those girls mean nothing to him, he is just been polite." Valerie replied.

The crows' screeches churned my stomach until I threw up all over my pod. “Pod fifteen, step forward.” That was the pixie hair lady. She drew her ball. “Your target is Hole Ten” I straightened immediately. Hole Ten. It was just straight ahead of her. It didn't cover much distance which means she’d need a distraction. “Pod twenty, step aside for your distraction task” I didn't realize I was being called until I felt every waiting eye bore a hole into my forehead. It was me. No way. Pixie daringly swung her club as she glanced at me over her shoulder.

I had woken up early. My heart still burned from the heat of s*x with Damon last night. My pups were sleeping peacefully beside me, their small chests were heaving up and down as if they had already grown into an Alpha. I kissed their heads softly and got up from the bed. Scarlett was waiting for me at the door. “Today we will find out the truth,” she whispered. “Even before Cassandra makes her move.” “Let us leave your twin pups with an old Omega woman who once owed my mother a favour.”

Mom asks out of partial curiosity as she sinks into the couch, her legs crossed on the island table. "She's old, full of wrinkles, and can barely lift a cup, and me?" I give a little twirl, "I am young, succulent, and beautiful. A typical Aphrodite's rebirth and might I add, a goddess in bed." I wink at the last part and she makes a gagging expression. "You need prayers, Adelina," she shakes her head, "In fact, you are a lost cause. A full session of exorcism can't even save you."

she said and closed her eyes as the healer started her spell, and before they knew it, she was already sound asleep. Alpha Darwin and Alpha Darin left the room and went to the baby's room, where they met maids arranging the room. Their hearts melted, and they were overjoyed. The thought of visiting their babies in their room made them so excited. They looked at each other and smiled. "Mate!" "Mate!" Their wolves shouted, and they both smiled. "We know. We are glad she is our mate," Alpha Darin replied. "You should mark her," his wolf replied, and he smirked. "She is going nowhere. We can mark her anytime," he replied, and Alpha Darwin nodded. "I'm so glad she is our mate," he said, and Alpha

"Is it, though." "No," Odette said, breezing past them both with the energy of a woman on a mission. "But we'll fix that later. Right now we need champagne and a chair for you and a dress for her." A young woman appeared from behind a curtain, clipboard in hand, smile enormous. "Gorgeous, hi, welcome, I'm Becca, and can I just say, gorgeous dress energy in here already, I can feel it—" "That's a lot of enthusiasm for a Tuesday," Wren murmured.

“Look at you, Gretchen. Who's a pretty girl?” Gretchen went to the door and whimpered for Hazel to open it. As they walked down the hall together, they were met by Haldir and Damien in the foyer. “There she is,” said Haldir as he dropped to his knee. The wolf licked his cheek and nuzzled against his bushy beard. “Best looking wolf in the Realm, hands down.”

Personally, I think Ally got much of her design ideas from the succubae and incubi homes. Madam Delia, as I discovered was her name, made me comfortable with the talent of someone who lived to take advantage of others’ needs. After a cup of tea, idle chit-chat and a kiss on the cheek, Dareios excused us and dragged me from the cottage, his mood clearly bordering on sadistic. “Are you finding it fun to rub my heritage in my face?” he fumed, flinging me ahead of him without a care. “What the hell are you going on about?” I replied, aghast.

He slowly pulled his fangs from my neck, licking away the small drop of blood with a low, satisfied hum before lifting his head. I opened my eyes, trembling and completely soaked in a mixture of sweat and slick, staring up into his face. My breath hitched in my throat. "Damon..." I whispered, my voice raw and hoarse. "Your eyes..." His once pure, terrifying silver eyes were no longer solid silver. Brilliant, fiery specks of molten gold were now permanently woven through his irises, glittering like crown jewels in the dim firelight. A dark, possessive smirk pulled at his lips. "Your royal magic marked me, little bird," he growled, kissing my damp forehead. "It looks like the Wolf King belongs

Raine watched Darrell walk back from the window in sweats and no shirt, chest muscles rippling, spattered with burnt honey-colored hair. He’d just proudly ‘claimed’ her and announced such a bizarre thing, after knowing her less than a week to his friends—friends who were apparently either werewolves or highly delusional studs—and all she could think was, Do not pinch me if I am dreaming.