Glimwood Tangle Novels & Stories

The man also kneads the skin around the corset with his palm, massaging the area. " Cliff, is that you?" I ask and my men chuckle. " You are doing really well baby doll." Lance praises and I smile happily. The scent of the cologne changes again. I am starting to enjoy this guessing game. Then I feel a finger tracing my lips. I can taste his skin. This one is easy. " Lance." I whisper and a soft chuckle vibrates the air around me. I can tell because of his cologne. "That's right, Kitten. It's me. Now, we are going to move to the Next phase. We wanted to know if you can enjoy our touches without seeing who is touching you." Lance states and I nod.

, while I taste her mouth. This was the first time I was seeing her like this,. The soft scent of her shower gel lingered in the air-, faint but unmistakable-, drifting toward me before I could stop it from settling into my senses,. She lifted the towel from her head., and her hair fell loose—dark-, damp-, unruly—clinging to her shoulders in careless strands-.

“Oh! Let’s watch The Conjuring.” I couldn’t help but groaned. “Cassie!” “What?” she said innocently. “It’s a classic.” Gladz shot her a look. “We said less terrifying, not nightmare-inducing.” Cassie hummed thoughtfully, then snapped her fingers. “Alright, then. Let’s watch Evil Dead Rise instead.” My stomach dropped. Oh, hell no. That one was definitely worse. Gladz’s expression mirrored mine. “You want me to suffer, don’t you?”

She also noticed that two of the sources glowed with colors she did not call for. There was a silver glow and a gold glow. The silver glow went to the center of the meadow and toward the direction of the cave along with a bright blue one. The gold glow went just to the center of the meadow. The three remnants were heavy and thick. The fourth remnants glowed red, and this is the one Makenzy had been looking for. It felt the strongest and that told Makenzy it was the most recently used.

Master Grendel escorted me down the steep, slippery stone stairs ten minutes later. I had slipped out of the upper ventilation shaft and let myself be "found" near the lower armory, slipping back into my familiar slouch, my gray wool tunic stained with dirt, my chin pressed low to my chest. I wore no black iron collar, Morrigan’s lie had forced Grendel to assume the collar had been temporarily removed for repairs, but my raw neck was clearly visible, bruised and scabbed.

Jinx tumbled out of the portal and promptly vomited at the old healer's feet. "That was entirely unnecessary." Wound grabbed Jinx by the scruff of his neck, trying to put a little fear of the Gods in him by tossing him into the river. "And terribly premature as I can guess you will have much more nauseating things to face." The glamoured tom took his time stepping into the calm river to join Jinx. "You look like a drowned rat. Every bit of your fur is stuck down." Because of the way he'd cast the glamour, Wound's appearance didn't change at all.

The Phantom Thread ​POV: Alpha Kaelen Blackwood ​The healing tent smelled of yarrow, rubbing alcohol, and copper. It was a sharp, clinical scent that usually grounded me, but tonight, I felt like I was floating untethered in a dark ocean. ​"Hold still, Alpha," muttered Doc Gale, the pack's oldest healer. He was using a pair of silver tweezers to pull shards of bone—not mine—out of the deep laceration in my thigh where the Flesh Golem had clipped me.

A rabbit carcass cleaned too perfectly to have been eaten. Ilsa whispers that she smells copper in the air. Elliott starts to look over his shoulder every ten seconds. Scarlett doesn’t talk at all. She listens. By the time we reach the grove, the sun’s behind clouds thick enough to drown the sky. The trees here grow in a perfect circle. Utterly unnatural and far too exact. Their branches twist into points like spears and from them, more teeth dangle. Dozens. Hundreds. Some strung together like wind chimes. Others suspended individually like trophies.

I walked silently through the moonlit woods, the Lumina Mark on my wrist itching me faintly. The air was cool, fresh. Suddenly, a snap. A twig breaking. Close. Too close. My head whipped around. Nothing. Just shadows. Then, a faint glint caught my eye from behind a thick cluster of old trees. A tiny flash, like polished silver reflecting moonlight. It vanished as quickly as it appeared. I froze, my heart pounding. It couldn't be a Shadowood wolf. They moved silently, perfectly in line with the woods. This was clumsy. It was… strange.

Chapter 1: Lace and Liquor The first mistake was wearing red. Not just any red—a blood-silk dress that clung to my hips like it knew all my secrets. I hadn’t meant to stand out at the company’s exclusive gala, but the boutique only had two sizes left. One too small, the other scandalously tight. Guess which I picked. The second mistake? Turning too fast with a glass of champagne in my hand and crashing straight into a brick wall of muscle wearing an Armani tux.