Novel & Cerita Gothic Universe Edition

Selene’s mouth tightened. “That’s how they measure how fast they can chew through you,” she said. “Energy in versus collapse rate. They like you best when you last a long time but hurt the whole way.” I swallowed. World names scrolled down one vertical panel in smaller, tighter text, some I recognized, others I didn’t. DRACULA. GRAVEYARD. CITY. CARNIVAL. MIRROR MAZE. TOWER. ICEWORLD. ARENA PRIME. Some were marked with little flags:

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His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct. Nathan froze. The Special Section required faculty permission, but the wolf in him recognized opportunity. He waited until the librarian stepped away before slipping behind the circulation desk. The Special Section door opened with a creak that set his teeth on edge. Inside, the air smelled different—older, heavier with magic. His night vision sharpened as he scanned the shelves until he found it: Fated Bonds: When Instinct Overrides Reason. The cover felt strangely warm under his fingertips, bound in what his wolf recognized immediately as wolfskin.

“You can’t be sad while looking at the beauty of the universe. Otherwise, I’m going to have to take your mind off things.” I snorted. “Oh yeah, like what? Tell me about black holes.” “Now that you mentioned it,” he leaned over closer, his lips and beard grazing the lobe of my ear. Suddenly, my panties were flooded with warmth and wetness. His large hand slid over my belly, to the top of my jeans, unbuttoning them. “I love black holes.”

she whispered and smiled happily. “Mon amour, you gave me the entire Universe. Tonight, I’m going to take you to the edge of Heaven. Again, and again.’ And that was all that needed to be said. - THE END -

Her character contrasted heavily with my own dark brown hair and even darker eyes. Still caged in my mind, I read the words that I had just written back to myself in my head: 'The girl’s sandy hair flew across her face. She wielded her precious sword encrusted with diamonds and rhinestones in the shape of ancient symbols. Fiercely, she looked back at her opponent. Blood dripped from his mouth and some teeth were lying on the floor, evidently his. His hands were held up, clearly in a surrendering motion, as he begged for his life. The sweat on his face plastered his hair to his forehead. Moira’s eyes shone with malice and callousness. She lifted the sword, ready to strike this helpless man. H

Curious, I picked it and read the words written on the hard cover; ‘Lobo’ was the single word that was inscribed into the thick cover. I opened the first page and saw that it was written in foreign language. I glanced at Sir Nich, he was engrossed in whatever he was writing. I returned my attention to the hand-drawn, black ink pictures in the book. They were of some kind of beast. The beast that I saw looked like a giant wolf and the artist had put extra effort in drawing their deathly eyes. There were several writings on the page. ‘Only if I could understand this,’ I thought. The book had caught my interest. I was so indulged in the drawing of the creatures that I hadn’t noticed Sir Nich wa

For the record, she killed 40+ people already, thereby making a name for herself and ruling the underworld which belonged to him in the first place. He badly wants to meet the stealer of his spotlight. He finished smoking the weed and disposed the stub before stepping into the jungle, the smell of oak oozing from him. The moonlight shone brightly on his dark tats, beautifying his bulgy muscles. He opened the creaky door and went in, meeting total darkness, but something feels weird immediately... The ground beneath him. He looked down to see he's standing on a cracked spot, and before he could move, the spot crumbled down, and he fell from the room to another room, the concretes falling on h

Moonlight speared through the gaps in the ancient, moss-draped oaks, illuminating the clearing. Here, nestled deep within the whispering woods, my eternity with Giovanni was about to begin. My gaze swept across the assembled guests. Families, friends, and guests from different countries and parts of the world. They were a mixture of the undead, each one a testament to the beauty yet ruthlessness of our kind. Some of the faces I recognized were Arturo, his proud frame now stooped with might, his crimson eyes glinting beneath his perpetual smirk. Beside him, his brother, Dominic, looked much more serious than the latter. Standing not far away from them is Thaddaeus, a playful smile etched on h

“Remember, Constantine, you are now the Supreme Sorcerer. Your decisions will shape our future. Trust in your instincts, and protect our coven at all costs.” As they stood there in the chamber, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, Constantine knew that the challenges ahead were fraught with uncertainty. The stone of Utah held the promise of unlocking hidden truths, but it also carried the potential for great peril. She would tread carefully, for the fate of their coven rested in her hands, and the shadows of the past threatened to emerge from the depths of history.