Glamrock Withered Bonnie Novels & Stories

“By flame and moon. By blood and bond. Let what was chosen be unmade. Let the fragile, fumbling choices of a confused heart be undone. Let what was bound be loosed. Let the pathetic, weak threads of their wolf-kin bond unravel. Let her heart forget the names that came before mine. Let her memory be cleansed of their touch, their scent, their false affection.” The bloodstone pendant, held aloft in my hand, pulsed with a soft, angry red light, mirroring the glow of the runes on my skin. A faint crack appeared on its surface, then another, spiderwebbing outwards. The stone cracked down the middle with a sharp, sickening sound, like a heartbeat shattering, a violation of its very essence.

“Nobody deserves that, “ Unaverred by the fatalities that she caused, Roxy released more green acid at Bonnie G who extended her hand towards Roxy and cast a pink forcefield around herself. Enraged by her failed attack, Roxy stormed at Bonnie G. . “I never did like you, “Bonnie G said as she stood undaunted by her tormentors’ pursuit. Bonnie G quickly cast a forcefield around Roxy’s head and clutched her hand slowly as the forcefield began to crush her would-be tormenter's head. “Jerome deserved better,” Bonnie G tightened her hand as she completely crushed Roxy’s head. As her monstrous body fell to the ground, Bonnie G slowly began to shift her personality from her murderous rage to heard s

Regret crashed over me like relentless waves. As the years rolled on, it felt like relentless waves were pummeling me, each threatening to drown me. However, no other girl came to my rescue. No girl swam through the storm to pull me to safety. In the moments before I drifted away, my head throbbed with pain, and I could barely make out the sound of a sweet but frantic female voice. "Doctor, we'll pay whatever it takes. Just... Please wait. I'll sell this bracelet and be right back with the money for his treatment."

Rosemary's icy cedar pheromones, Sabrina's sweet but toxic floral scent, and curses mixed with wolfish howls made the packhouse air tremble. Gloria's neck gland suddenly throbbed. She clutched the check, wolf-tipped fingers leaving marks, and left, the draft lifting the wolf-head banner. In the lounge, she sat numbly. That evening, Sabrina's howls finally faded, her sugary-yet-barbed pheromones dissipating into the air. Gloria leaned on the sofa, jasmine and salty tears mixing. Her neck's moon mark tingled—the remnant of Ulrik's mark, now mocking her.

The object in her hands shook, and the surface glowed a ghoulish amethyst. She dropped the book and stepped away as smoke rose in a spiral. The things in the attic rattled and knocked various stuff over and an unnatural chuckle resounded against its walls. Bonnie’s orbs grew wide when out from the smoke, appeared a tall, elegant woman, dressed in an all-black gown with lilac hair, carmine eyes and yellow horns that protruded from her head. The little girl backed away more and stared up in shock and fear. She then heard her speak and recognized her voice as the one that tempted her earlier. Gehennam ignis, tandem venit de miser libro!

I turned my head away and refused to look at her. I let go of ten years of love in a single day. Marriages built on benefit never lasted. Jaime stared at me with confusion. “What are you angry about? You agreed to the race yourself, and you were the one who fell off the cliff. I even gave you the drugs, and you’re still making a fuss.” A faint, sarcastic smile tugged at my lips. “Isn’t it possible that Derek drove me off the cliff? Oh right, you trust Derek more than me.”

Even if I had to, I'd drag someone down with me. A rusty axe lay in the corner of the cabin, left behind after chopping firewood. Without hesitation, I grabbed it and swung at the lock. A loud clang echoed across the entire pack's territory, sending birds scattering from the rooftops. After a dozen swings, my arms burned with pain. The lock finally snapped. I shoved the door open and bolted. Under the moonlight, my skin gleamed an eerie violet. Clearly, the wolfsbane had seeped into my bones.

But they’ll get over it once it’s done. I throw on real clothes, grab my room key, and head out. The beach is nearly empty, moonlight barely lighting the rocky coastline. I move toward a large outcropping, where I’d seen movement. I summon a spell—black and purple energy sparking between my palms. But when I round the rocks and step into view— They’re already dead. Roweena. Iona. The Red One. Laid out on the sand. Clouded eyes. Blood pooling beneath them. Chests torn open, hearts missing.

She needed to forget Callum, and not even sleep was helping since he lived rent free in her dreams. “Fine, I’ll go.” As soon as the words slipped out of her lip, everything else went by in a blur. Bonnie didn’t waste a single second getting dressed and driving them to a club just a few miles away. Sugar, she thought it was called, she really wasn't paying attention to the name, only the bar. Which was the first place she found when they got in. Bonnie ordered a dirty martini and drank it in one go. “Don’t stay too long.” She nudged Alice as she shimmied through what little space there was in the crammed dance floor, catching a few of the men's eyes.

It would be embarrassing for her if she trips and everyone notices. Rojean nodded her head, swallowing the lump in her throat as she tried her best not to look scared even if she was petrified on the inside. ‘This is the underground industry I’ve heard of.’ she thought to herself whilst she fixed the mask on her face. ‘Black market? Drugs? Sei’s involved with the people here?’ “You’re doing good.” said Krister who was trying to make her less nervous. “Back straight.” ‘Is it really fine that I don't talk?’ Rojean asked herself with a frown on her face as she straightened her back. She was never this posh looking in her entire life and you really couldn’t blame her for attempting and wanting t