Hornet X Lace Novels & Stories

River snakes an arm around her shoulders and bumps her playfully with his hip. “You would blend in better if you didn’t look like a rainbow exploded,” he grins, “what’s with you and tie-dye anyway?” I can see my mate fighting a smile and losing the battle, “Shut it. It’s a phase I’m going through. What’s with you and having hair like a mermaid anyway?” He laughs, “Touché. Luna Tawny, this brat here is Sloane. And that tall, gentlemen is Alpha Orion.”

That was when he saw it. Hectrias was wearing a snake shaped brooch, pinned on her left chest, exactly in same fashion with the sticker on MSC containers. The brooch reminded him of the ones Tirana lent him once, but Hectrias' brooch glowed an unmistakable sheen of silverstream. "So that's how you do it," Lars said. He blasted Hectrias in one hand. "Don't get cocky turning your back on me!" Bullets of wind sprayed out of Claros' guns. Lars made a big cleave and his light eradicated the shots. He charged to Claros and swung his sword. Claros leapt back and he was hit by cave wall. Lars charged again, sword forward, white flames intensified.

The rest had guns or looked like they were about to tip over into their animal forms. Scarlet had her flaming sword ready and ignited. Nix did as well. Her clothes were the snug leathers of battle, and look well-used from this distance. Her long brown hair was pulled back into braids and a high ponytail that looked like it was dancing in some unfelt breeze. "Damn it, Hellion!" Xander said as he lowered his weapon, thumbed the safety on before putting it in his holster. I didn't know he even had a holster. Or that he'd taken to wearing it.

she explained, "symbolising purity—not in the way humans mean it, but in the sense of devotion to the pack. But that doesn't mean we can't add some individuality." I hesitated, fingers brushing the delicate lace sample on the table. "Could we incorporate lilac? Just a subtle touch?" Lexi's gaze flicked up, interest sparking in her eyes. "Lilac?" "It would bring out her eyes," Alana added approvingly. Lexi grinned and nodded, shading in a few sections on the sketch. "Lilac lace overlay on the bodice, subtly woven into the chiffon. It won't overwhelm the design, but it'll make a statement—show them exactly who their Luna is."

When he opened it, the air left my lungs in a rush. Inside were my lingerie set, the red lace one with black trim, the one that barely covered anything and my stripping mask, the delicate thing decorated with sequins and feathers that had hidden half my face while revealing everything else. Seeing them here, in this pristine white suite, in Jace's hands, felt wrong. Like two worlds that were never supposed to collide had crashed into each other.

Something regal. I selected a black fitted dress—elegant, powerful, lined with silver threading that curled down the sleeves like ancient runes. The high collar framed my neck like a crown. I fastened a belt of polished obsidian around my waist and pinned my Luna crest—soon to be obsolete—just over my heart.

I had reckoned it to be a gift from Cain and had put it on for him at once, slightly curious about how it would feel to wear something like this. ‘He has a really daring taste,’ Xara muttered in my head snickering at the way our nipples poked through the mesh like structure. The intricate lace material that wrapped around the mound of my breasts was so light and soft to the touch that it almost felt like I hadn’t been wearing anything. It had a deep cut in the front to show off my cleavage and the material then cinched under my bust to give it some definition after which it flowed down in the front with a cut in the middle.

The colour a deep maroon with black and it made her look like pure gothic beauty. The corset was lined in heavy black matte satin, interfaced and has steel boning...a dark red two-tone faux silk base with heavy black laces over. Small dark red rhinestones are glued around the bodice, and also a few on the overskirt, a few red stars scattered throughout. Her dark hair let loose in bouncy curls which looked almost perfect with the outfit. Also, the dark maroon lips made her look like a goth. He drove to the destination where she saw the place was Las Ventas...the ruedo which is also called the arena was all empty but round and empty place was pretty.

The little girl pointed at the ceiling where a dark stain had appeared, slowly spreading like spilled ink. The Harringtons’ panic fueled fresh chaos. Michael grabbed tools and headed for the basement despite Rachel’s pleas. He pried at the concrete again, determined this time. The material cracked wider. His flashlight caught more fabric and the clear outline of bone. “Rachel!” he shouted. “Call the police!”