His Dark Obsession Moonlight Muse Novels & Stories

He demanded shortly, his eyes already turning a shade darker. “Talk about what? Will you relax, Draven? You made Lianna upset now.” I said softly, still trying to go with Lianna’s little plan of making him fall in love with her again. “Lianna? Since when did you care so much about how she felt?” “Since I realized that she wasn’t so bad.” I lied, shrugging it off and he opened his mouth to say something but stopped when music suddenly blasted through the entire mansion, the lights suddenly turning off and getting replaced with a bunch of disco balls within seconds. I could hear the boys yelling and laughing downstairs along with a bunch of giggling girls and Draven let out a painful groan bef

Mish was already reaching for his cock, stroking him. "We own our time, beloved. We can be late." Then he devoured her waiting lips, not giving her the chance to object. As if she would put up a fight when surrendering to his loving was easy as breathing. *** The moon, a round jewel in the darkened sky, in hues of yellow gold, looming large and majestic, exquisitely elegant. A mistress to her creatures, commanding, preaching at the same time bringing comfort and guidance. She could make a song just by gazing in wonder at Selene. The Goddess of Vampires and Lycanthropes. The beloved of Ambrogio, the first Vampire beast.

Cohen commented. "But your smile can't hide the fact that there's something wrong. Come on, let me hug you." Cassandra nodded and Cohen wrap his arms around her. Cassandra closes her eyes and sigh. She can feel Cohen warm embrace, while not from afar is Marcus standing there and looking at them sadly. Then Marcus starts to leave the area, he didn't have any intention to stay for another minute because his heart was already breaking. On the Moon Desire Kingdom. Plenty of wolves got hurt and killed because of the sudden attack from unknown enemies and the reasons is because they are finding Marcus and want to kill him because of something.

It wasn’t signed. Kael would never let me go. Lucien would only follow if it amused him. But the words burned in my mind until I could think of nothing else. When the moon hung high, I slipped out, hood drawn low. The streets of Ebonveil were slick with fog, lamplight bending in the mist. The Blood and Moonlight Tavern stood at the edge of neutral territory—a place where vampires, wolves, and even humans could meet under strict rules of truce. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and candlelight. Shadows clung to the corners, and the scent of spiced wine mingled with the metallic tang of blood.

The moons represented every shape of the moon while the stars were shining brightly around it. I ran my fingers over the stars, "Thank you, this is beautiful," I replied still mesmerized by it but reluctantly tore my gaze from the windchime to find Damien looking at me with a big smile on his lips. There was no icy glare in his eyes that had the power to melt the person standing in front of him. I couldn't look away from his captivating smile, which held all of my attention. "How did you know I like wind chimes?" I asked curiously.

Daniel Black's P O V "Daniel! What are you doing?! Slow down!" I heard Lolita's voice fighting through all the voices in my head. I always fought back all the voices when I was with Lolita and tried to give her my full attention. She is the only one that makes me fight back those demons and do things that no one has ever done to me. Even William can't help me stop those demons, but .... Lolita did and now, she is the one that brought back all those nightmares.

"Marcus is planning some kind of binding ritual. He mentioned needing the right moon, preparing an ancient circle." "The Dark Moon," Leo said immediately. "It's the traditional time for forced bonds. When the moon is completely dark, a wolf's resistance is at its lowest." "When is the next Dark Moon?" I asked, dread pooling in my stomach. "Ten days from now." His expression darkened. "We need to move quickly." He helped me to my feet, steadying me when I swayed. "You pushed too hard," he admonished, though his voice was gentle. "This new ability—you can't master it overnight."

He’s so deep I can feel him in my stomach. He removes the blindfold with one hand. Starlight floods in at once. Dublin opens above us through the dome. Sirius shines with a persistence that ignores clouds, absences, and six years of mourning. The light falls on the white marble, on the hand-painted maps, on the man who built this place so he wouldn’t give up. He fucks me while looking into my eyes. There is no brutality like in the conservatory. No urgency like before. There is something worse. There is hunger. There are years of loneliness turned into every thrust. There is pure obsession.

The guardians tried to pinpoint the source of the unfamiliar melody, each note contrasting starkly against the dark allure of Morpheus's tune. The ethereal notes seemed to push back against the Dreamweaver's influence, offering a glimmer of hope. Isolde, her senses finely attuned to magical energies, exclaimed, "It's coming from the Abyssal Oak! It's resisting Morpheus's influence!" Elysia, puzzled, questioned, "But how? We barely managed to awaken it."

The obsession to have the universal power had blinded Markus, the desire to control everything, made his heart eliminate any feeling of pity; throughout the night he drank in a huge way, and went out into the moonlight, this was full in its full splendor, it was only enough a slight glance, for the lycanthrope began to transform into its most bestial form.