Female Night Fury 소설 & 이야기

This can’t be happening. This man—this monster—was offering me everything I had ever wanted… and everything I had ever feared. Power. Vengeance. But at what cost? Was I willing to sacrifice everything? I took a calming breath, closing my eyes as the memory of the pain in my brother’s eyes resurfaced in my mind. I clenched my jaw, recalling everything from that day. I, Natalie Cresentblood, Ex-member of the Fangborn pack and soon-to-be Luna of the RedClaw pack, shall exert my revenge on my enemies. They shall burn and feel the wrath of my anger and ruthlessness.

And something sick inside me wanted her to say it. Tell me you didn’t want this. Tell me to get you out of here, and I will burn the whole fucking city down for you. But she didn’t. Instead, she smiled and said, “It’s not a bad position at all, you know? Queen of the Moreti empire. Free to do whatever I want. The most important woman in the city. That’s every woman’s dream, isn’t it? I hope you didn’t think I was any different?” And there it was.

My first night here he lost his temper with me because I wouldn't stop crying. He didn't hurt me but he yelled at me to shut the fuck up and told me that if I didn't he would lock me in the dark until I did. I was only fourteen and had just lost both my parents. Fucking prick. It makes me hate him more every time I think about it. Damion wasn't but a few years older than me but he was the head of one of the biggest mafia families this side of New York.

I will show him that the Devil is not to be trifled with. Lately I've been frustrated and in a bad mood all the time. I'm in need of a good fucking. However, since that emerald-eyed blonde crossed my life everything changed. Other women don't satisfy me, none of them turn me on, and that's not normal anymore. Before, I used to get turned on by just seeing a pair of tits or an ass, but not now. I only desire a woman's. Maybe I have to make her mine to get rid of her. Maybe I have to make her mine to get rid of that desire and to bring back the real Devil. I'm about to accomplish my goal. There are only a few days left until Friday. I don't even feel like doing it with others. In my head there

Felix’s gaze whipped toward it, his hand freezing mid-motion, tendons standing out like cords. “Get your filthy hands off my woman!” The shout was raw, furious—every word dripping with possessive rage and awfully familiar. My ears perked up even more as a shiver ran through my spine.

“She was never just my second. She was a shadowcaster. The last of the Nightborne.” “What? Arther froze in shock, he couldn’t believe the girl he once mated with was a Nightborne assassin “You said they were gone! He shouted facing Seer Aria “They were hiding,” Ceryn replied. “Waiting for the Vessel to awaken. So they could take her power.” I pushed myself up, heart racing. I looked at Nyra and then I saw that her eyes were pitch black. Not just her pupils—her entire eyes. That’s when I realized— She didn’t just want to destroy me, she wanted to be me, she wanted my power. I understood that she wasn’t just working with Ceryn, she had her personal agenda.

************************************** IVY'S POV Ivy slowly opened her eyes as her eyes scanned her surroundings. She was in her room, she sat up with speed as it all came back to her. It was all a dream. She had just dreamt of that night, she tugged at her hair as she muttered to herself, “Oh my God, I just had a wet dream.” “I need to talk to Char” she said as she attempted to come down from bed and grab her phone from the side table but fell on her ass as her legs got tangled in her blanket. “Ouch,” she winced. She grabbed her phone and dialed her best friend.

“It is my honor to formally announce that I have found my fated mate.” A collective hush fell over the crowd. He turned toward me. “This is Tara, daughter of Beta William and Natasha of the Blue Moon Pack. She is my equal. My Luna. My Queen. “ I felt the ripple of shock through the gathered werewolves like a wave of warm thunder. Then, cheers. Applause. A few whistles. I smiled and waved, relieved that no one shouted, “Head for the car!” But not everyone looked thrilled. Enter Cindy. She strutted forward in a too-tight dress, arms crossed, eyes radiating toxic energy. “Seriously?” she sneered. “Her? The Lycan King’s mate? That has to be a mistake.”

“You’re not making a deal with Lucas. You’re making one with me. And if you don’t, well, I hope you like cats.” “What do you want?” “First, you need to make a charitable donation to FONTA, anonymously, of course. We don’t want people thinking you went and did something nice.” The Friends of the Night Association, or FONTA for short, is an organization that promotes human-vampire relationships, both personal and professional. “And the size of the donation needs to be at least half of the amount you sold me for.” My father does his best not to recoil from the thought of doing anything to help FONTA. “What else?”

“Why do you have to be like this all the time, Enyo?” Enyo, female goddess of war; interesting. A bitter laugh comes from her, while the other wolves in the party step back as my little wolf’s aura explodes from her and I watch as even the one who is meant to be Alpha flinches, she turns to face him “Fuck you, Dylan” And then she shifts, her eyes locked onto me; Shit did she know I was here? Then she turns and takes off, she is fast and suddenly I feel empty.