Enderman Writing Novels & Stories

How much he wanted to be that éclair at the moment. "I like everything that has or is chocolate." She replied softly, licking off the remaining chocolate on her bottom lip. How much Dante was dying to do that for her, she had no idea. He made a mental note that his angel loves chocolate. He was happily watching her take another bite, when his expression changed to a grim one. The one that assassin Dante De Connor wears when he is on missions........

Emery’s POV I stared at the sleek black envelope that sat quietly on the table. At first glance I had thought it was an invitation to one of those elite events but I had to consider the drama that was happening in my life and I knew. It wasn't an invitation. It had been an invitation. But not one of those fancy invites that had calm music, champagne or even dancing. When I opened the envelope I was right. It wasn't a fancy invitation but rather it was an invitation to dig deeper into the lane that led directly to the very core of the cruel and brutal world I had grown and lived in.

My wounds ache, thigh, arm, shoulder, but they’re minor, already clotting. “We rewrote it,” I say, grinning despite the pain. “No doomed ending.” Zane smirks, possessive. “You’re ours, novel or not.” Ardyn nods, prince’s calm returning. “The story’s yours now.” We limp back to the caves, Ardyn’s knights securing the area, collecting the lord’s artifacts and the elites’ gear for evidence. The storm clears, moonlight guiding us. My fangirl heart soars, villain down, harem mine, ending changed.

He shouted in pain as Martha was pulling it slowly out from his neck. "It's almost out!" She mumbled as Diana and Thamer were holding their son. He was screaming continuously until that stuff was finally out and everything went dark. The dark blue sky turned gray as if a wide black cloth covers the sky. While Adoneram was taking his demon power back to his body, Yennifer was there fighting for Gerald to slow him. Adoneram shrieked and screech. His eyes were glowing red and his horn was long and pointed out that it can kill the rivals instantly.

The freshman dorms — Hawthorne Hall — loomed like a tomb under the blood-red moonlight breaking through the storm clouds. Screams poured from every window. Glass shattered. Bodies slammed against doors from the inside. Kael led the charge, still shirtless, his wounds from earlier already knitting closed thanks to werewolf healing. “My little cousin is in there,” he growled, voice raw. “Or… what’s left of him.” Damien moved silently at his side, crimson eyes scanning the shadows. “Sentiment will get us killed.”

Wonder if I have any powers? *Ember* I run my hand over the books in my workroom searching for a specific one. "Ah ha." I grab a book with a dark crimson cover and gold lettering from the shelf. "Demons and Hell" is written across the cover. I grab some paper, my feather and my ink before I sit down on a chair. I open the book and start reading. "There are three classes of demons known to humankind. The classes are as follows: the lowest level are the Vermin Class followed by the Common Class and lastly are the Royalty Class.

com You can dm me and give me ideas and how I can make adjustments to the book. I think I am doing a better job in my new book PROTECTORS, a Werewolf romance. I hope you support the book too. Yours Truly -Ella Malcolm💜

Olson Embers: A Collection of Dark Fiction by Kenneth W. Cain Visions of the Mutant Rain Forest, by Bruce Boston and Robert Frazier Tribulations by Richard Thomas Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn Flowers in a Dumpster by Mark Allan Gunnells The Dark at the End of the Tunnel by Taylor Grant Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia Things Slip Through by Kevin Lucia Where You Live by Gary McMahon Tricks, Mischief and Mayhem by Daniel I. Russell

"I don't know." Damon suddenly had a sad, sarcastic smile on his face. "That's a first; you usually have a solution for everything." Derinem pushed himself to his feet, limping to the table at the other end, where a bottle sat, and picking up a glass. He would get numb in this and blur his following action with intoxication. He poured himself a healthy dose, downing the glass in one go, conscious of Damon watching him as he poured another drink. "When we were growing up, Derinem, I envied you." Damon nodded when his brother looked at him blankly and said, "Before I understood what you were, pleasing people to be like...

Emelda joined her grandmother, Yemanja in the living room. Yemanja was seated by the fireplace, her legs wrapped in a huge duvet. Emelda had just gotten back from the woods but had told her grandmother something different. She had lied to her grandmother about her location but by the look on Yemanja’s face as Emelda approached, she could tell that her grandma had already caught her in the lie. “so how was your visit to Calista?” Yemanja eyed Emelda. Calista was Emelda's friend, she was a wolf, not a hybrid like Emelda.