Fiona Haunting Ground Novels & Stories

"Elias, she’s so hungry." "She’s gone, Clara! That isn't her!" I shouted, though I wasn't sure who I was trying to convince. That was three nights ago. Since then, the haunting has turned aggressive. We tried to sleep in the living room, but the smell followed us—the cloying, sweet scent of lilies mixed with something sour and metallic. We found tiny, damp handprints on the glass of the television. They weren't made of dirt. They were gray, smudged traces of something that looked like ash and formaldehyde.

Inside my apartment, I collapsed on the couch, my mind was everywhere. The photo. The rumors. The mask. The fear in his eyes. “Damn! I didn’t show him the picture again.” I can’t keep doing this blind. I grabbed my laptop and started digging deeper into “The Ghost.” I needed to know the whole truth. Because if I was going to stay fucking this man, if I was going to keep sucking his cum which I knew I wanted to stay. I had to know exactly what kind of beast I was falling for.

George admitted, "but not impossible. We have to make sure that it is somewhere that he can't reach you." "I'm so scared," Elora murmured. "I know," George repeated quietly. "It's okay to be scared. But you are not alone. We're in this together." "Let's start with somewhere we can go. Somewhere that is not associated with him." "How about the old cabin?" Maya asked. "It is on the outskirts of town. It's simple, but it is safe. I know the way." "The cabin?" Elora questioned. "Yes," Maya said. "The cabin. It is in the middle of the woods. Remote. Hard to find. It is owned by my family."

From the determined looks on the faces in front of me, I surmise we are ready and we leave. We don’t know what is waiting for us, and I know when I finally find my mate, she isn’t going to be in good shape. I’m prepared for it. Or as much as I can be. Fiona gave us as much information as she had on the hunters the moment that she heard that Lyra was taken. Now that we have a location, we move quickly. It’s an old warehouse and one of the places we tagged as a possibility. Just outside the fence, I hunch down and study the blueprints to confirm the way in. According to Fiona, these hunters have been experimenting with supernatural things.

Fiona, or what remained of her, was in the living room, arranged around a giant pile of earth that had broken through the flagstone floor. Jim was overwhelmed by what he saw. This was so much worse than what had been done to Sloman and Cundle, there just weren’t words to describe it. Jim stood for a moment with his mouth hanging open, his jaw moving up and down as though trying to form words, or simply find a sound to describe how he was feeling. The ground beneath him swayed. The walls seemed to rush at him then recede just as rapidly. He wondered if the strange creatures in the ground were doing this, but then his legs went from under him and he fell to his knees.

And now I was caught in a web I didn’t fully understand, surrounded by forces far beyond my control. The furies wanted my soul. But why? What made me different from anyone else? Hayden didn’t have the answers, and that terrified me. If even he didn’t know, how could I possibly hope to stop them? The wind picked up, rustling the dead leaves scattered across the ground. My skin prickled with the sensation that we weren’t alone, that unseen eyes were watching us from the shadows. I glanced around, but there was nothing there—just the same desolate landscape of the Underworld stretching out in all directions.

We continue up the hill, but all stop and look down, eyes widening in horror at what lays on the other side. The grass at the bottom of the hill is not the lush green it normally is this time of year, the same as the green we saw coming up. No. Instead it is stained red and brown. Flesh and torn human limbs and remains litter the ground in an almost perfect circle. Pack members at the bottom of the hill, toss more and more clothes and limbs onto the pile. Gathering the human remains to be burned. Iselyn hooks a finger through one of the jeans belt loops and pulls me to her. Then proceeds to tug me a little ways away from the group.

Eleanor had just lost her last living relative. "I'll have someone take care of this." Felix nodded. "I should go then." Xena hesitated, then asked, "But tell me something—what made you keep digging until you found the truth?" Felix could not possibly tell her about the S-tier Malevolent Phantom, so he made up something and said, "I just followed the trail. I got lucky, honestly." Xena left it at that. After all, the A-tier Malevolent Phantom terrorizing Notura City was finally gone—that was what mattered.

I just couldn’t let myself think of the worst. The faint metallic scent of her blood still lingered in the air, almost unmistakable under the earthy smell of the forest. My eyes caught a glimpse of a faint crimson stain on the rocky ground, I brushed my finger against the edge of it and I knew immediately. It was her blood. My stomach twisted with certainty. I dipped my head lower, sniffing again and trying to find a single trace of her scent that may have been scattered by the wind. The edge of the was dangerously close, the thick fog concealing the ground below like a blanket. It was as if Fiona had just disappeared.

He hugged out as they both reached the edge of their climax with loud moans and grunts, “ fuck that is so good more! yes! ah!” “ and we are just getting started” Lucien smirked but as he was to kiss his mate he heard a hysterical shout from a very familiar voice “ Dad!! Mom! Fiona doesn’t want to touch the worms she threw them away, and I threw mud on her back !” Lynx called as both Lucien and Freya had heard through their superhuman hearing of their son whining and froze up. “ oh, gods..” Lucien muttered as Freya laughed as he dropped her gently