Female Night Fury Novels & Stories

Tancorix strained her eyes to the north side of the valley and spotted a few fireflies in the night, something she wondered if the Romans could see as well. The Romans had spread out their numbers to the south, though, digging in for a fight. A few pickets walked out in the bright light of the moon, spears up, scanning the plain. They pointed their spears at the three females, but could do little as they were so far away. Ragala made an obscene gesture with her left hand, but Weaver swiped at her in the air as if she could strike her down. The girl frowned, bit her lip and let her chin drop.

“I would have.” “I don’t know what is going on,” I said. “What do you mean?” she asked. “We’ve had this instant connection. I feel like I’ve known him for years, not to mention the sexual chemistry, which is…wow.” She bounced with excitement. “You have my permission to go get it, girl. I am good.” Jenna was a social butterfly so I had no doubt about that, but I wasn’t sure I could do it. Richard and Keenan returned, drinks in hand, and passed them out.

Nonetheless, inside the room, a person in a black school uniform was emitting a dark aura while staring intently at the picture of a beautiful woman smiling together with her cute little daughter, sitting on her lap. “Mom, I made a promise to you and Uncle Ben, but...” she gently touched the mirror that shows the reflection of a teenage boy and his obsidian eyes burning on fire. Clenching her palm, she said in a cold monotonous voice, “I, Zitrey d' Nightroad will definitely catch him! I really will!!!” The veins in her forehead bulging with rage were somehow gone when she heard a pleasing and concerning voice of a woman, “Zeth, it's still early in the morning. Did you have nightmares?”

It was always yours. The duel stretched long, brutal. Her opponent fought like a wolf with nothing to lose—snapping, tearing, dragging her down again and again. Her breath came ragged. Her body screamed and then, something broke. The Fury roared to life. It burned through her muscles, through her lungs, through her very bones. Fire and shadow spilling from her like wings unfurled, her eyes lit with that primal blaze of power no council decree could deny. She struck. A blur of claws, of teeth, of force that wasn’t just hers but something older, deeper, carried in her bloodline. The courtyard lit with the violence of it, wolves stumbling back, shielding their eyes from the storm and when it cl

Bonded Fury Kellan cut through the corrupted soldiers flooding into the arena, his blade dancing with silver fire. Maddox shattered barriers with his fists, every blow echoing with ancient war-rites. Ronan leapt from echo to echo, his laughter a battle cry as he tore illusions apart. Damon unleashed raw energy that split the sky, shielding Ava from a fatal blow. And Ava… She rose above them all. Hair glowing white. Eyes burning. She was no longer a wolf. No longer just a woman. She was the Fifth Aspect. Ava vs. the Sixth They met midair, light and shadow clashing with the sound of collapsing stars.

he answered without hesitation. Thank God for small miracles as the elevator stopped and a Goddess got on. It killed the conversation between Amber and Leo. This Goddess worked in the fetish room. And she was one freaky bitch. She had milky white skin that she purposely had denied herself going out in the daylight to for years to achieve. Her hair was dyed jet black. She had on nothing but black ropes draped across her body to cover her naughty bits. She always wore red contacts and would legit bite willing marks and suck the blood from their wounds. She called herself Mercy. Mercy also had her fangs in tonight. She gave Leo a predatory smile and ran her tongue over her fangs. He shifted a b

Straightening, she adjusted her flame-red gauntlets, her fiery eyes flicking between Maria and Nina. “Well, well,” the woman said with a grin, her voice carrying a playful lilt. “Looks like someone’s finally giving you a rough time, Maria. I’ve been waiting for this moment to show off my skills.” Maria smirked faintly. “I guess everyone has their time.” The woman grinned wider, pounding a fist against her armored chest. “Don’t worry. Whoever’s trailing you won’t live long enough to regret it.” This was Lysandra Blaze, the Fire Seraph, known for her fiery temperament and unmatched combat prowess. Her presence alone was enough to inspire both confidence and dread.

I inserted a finger in and she stilled, a moan escaping her lips. “This isn’t fair, Alex. You’re not playing a fair game.” “I’m not?” Laughing, I inserted another finger in her. “You think I like seducing your problems away just so you can stay with me a little longer?” Her eyes were wide with both worry and arousal when she gazed at me. “I spent the night. I haven’t spent the night before and I did that last night. I didn’t even tell anyone where I was.” “You crossed the line, you naughty girl.” I leaned down and bit her neck.

This girl has some incredible fighting skills. Hayley is from the Nightfire pack. I watch through the small square glass as she sits on the cold cement floor, her legs tucked up to her chest as her hands ball into fists before being released and clenching repeatedly. I know she knows I’m watching from the subtle tilt of her head towards the door. A light sheen of sweat glazes her pale skin from the humidity. All the women are unmated, I made sure of it.

She lifts her back from the grass, panting, and Micky begins to move in and out of her rhythmically. Mouths glued together, moans muffled, Micky changes the pace at which he fucks his mate. The sound of skin against skin echoes through the forest and Fury feels Alex get excited. He was excited too. He still hadn't had his turn with Hell. “You stop it.” - Alex says to Fury. “Stop with what? I'm doing nothing” “Imagining you're fucking Hell. He's a male like you, for the Goddess' sake. Why don't you imagine you're fucking Angel? She's a female."