Hellmouth Book Novels & Stories

Without my knowledge, the book slipped out of my hand and I looked down at the book like I'm facing the real ghost and the sentence read, "...eyes, pale skin human." I desperately need to find the missing 30 pages. Damn!! Those 30 pages could have everything about the Heil!!!! *

“Stop.” Hana released a breath and nodded. She was rambling again. In her book: A Dragon’s kiss, she had her character describe the male lead’s sperm as a little salty. It couldn’t be far from reality, right? If she thought of it as crackers, which she liked very much, they would be fine. She could swallow his gunk. “I’m not doing anything in your mouth.” “Oh,” she said, disappointed. “But why not?”

The crimson shimmering, settling in the minute curves of the grain, listing in small waves before crashing between the planks to sink out of sight into the boards. The wide slabs opening their tiny, infinite, thirsty mouths to drink her, holding her to their tongues, tickling their palates with her notes—fear, disbelief, panic, regret—before swallowing slow, savoring her like a rare, coveted bottle of red wine. Torso deep, the book bit again, and again, inhaling her to her armpits. Her hand now trapped above her head, elbow to ear, her fingers grasped useless air. Her mouth opening in the beginning of a scream, she saw them.

I licked her shell, making her exhale sharply, and looked at her eyes as I said, “Come on, pretty girl, you don’t want to miss out, do you?” “Pretty girl?” “Yes, you’re a pretty girl with a cute girl-next-door blush on your cheeks. Let me ask again,” I repeated and said with a small smirk, “You don’t want your pretty cunt to miss out on me, do you?” You can know more about my book and bonus content through mahimistry d o t c o m <3 I G : authormahimistry

"Hemmy, you're a doctor. You have got to have the toughest mind out there. Promise me you will stay cool. If you freak out, what is going to happen to Smiley?" Right, what about Smiley? Helma shut her eyes, and when she opened them again, they were filled with a fierce determination. Her voice came out rough. "It was them!" Neil agreed with a nod. "I think so too. However, the fire today... it was too much. Mrs. Laydon—she's gone too..." "They are after the book," Helma's grip tightened. She used to think the Book Of Medical Remedies was a gem, a piece of alternative medicine's heritage.

She felt suddenly empty as if there was something missing, bereft even. Nick brought his hand up, and with his still wet fingers, he outlined her mouth. Millie tried to pull away from him. She had the smell of her own arousal under her nose and the taste on her lips. "Gabriel won't be able to stop kissing you now, and he pushed his fingers into her mouth. "Suck. You have a beautiful mouth it's about time we put it to good use."

“What humans in this time-period would believe us when we say that they can’t reverse engineer us and make improvements to humans because they don’t have the wild magic component. You would have some crazy summoning the fae. We’d be in this position again. This time they welcomed the fae. It would be lambs to the slaughter. To protect them, we’d need to expose ourselves and do a lot of explaining quickly.” “Speaking of slaughter. I suspect I know what or who that Redcap was lunching.” It was Doctor Graves this time. “I found remains of human flesh between the Redcap’s teeth when I examined the head. I assume they summoned the Hunt though, and they became the Hunts’ first victims. All or some

She just wanted to get out this city, this place which she associated with everything going wrong. Then it hit her. Hunger. A pang struck, and she felt hungrier than she ever had. But it wasn’t a normal hunger. It was an insane, primal urge. To feed. Like she had felt in Carnegie Hall. A small boy playing with a soccer ball, no older than six, kicked it, by accident, right near her. He came running over towards her. His parents were far ahead, at least 30 feet. Now was her chance. Every bone in her body screamed to feed. She stared at his neck, zoomed in on the pulsing blood. She could feel it. Almost smell it. She wanted her to pounce.

Havermouth, Present Time, 1.5 weeks after Retaking Havermouth From the Van Helsings “Fuck, Heath,” Rhett’s muttered complaint was half-hearted and followed by a smothered moan. “Oh…” The mattress moved as he rolled onto his back complaint with Heath’s seduction. Aislen felt the blankets lift, letting in cold air, as Heath rolled to cover his mate and slid down Rhett’s body, nipping and kissing along his torso.

My vision turns red, as a wide toothy grin splays on my face. "I never once claimed I was not a monster, and I have absolutely nothing to prove to you and your kind." Each word comes out deadlier than the last. Everyone can go ahead and think I am a monster I do not care. My fingernails begin to turn to claws, as my teeth grow to large fangs. I dig my claws deep into his neck and face, puncturing the tender flesh. Blood rolls down in beads. I watch Mr. Blanc gasping in pain.