Inquisitor Cod Skin Novels & Stories

It is that spooky time in Cape Cod when a highschool teenager starts to experience weird stuff happening all around him until he comes across an ancient artifact which he must use to protect the town within the seven days before Halloween from the darkness that is about to creep out and unleash all kinds of evil.

The Shadow Knight is a dark fantasy novel that follows the transformation of Kaelen Dawnblade, a once honourable knight whose world is shattered when the corrupt religious Council falsely accuses his family of heresy. The story begins with Kaelen serving faithfully as a Knight-Captain in the Holy Citadel of Light. His perfect life crumbles when he's summoned to the capital, where the High Council, led by Grand Inquisitor Matthias, fabricates charges of shadow cult involvement against House Dawnblade. Despite Kaelen's protests, his family is systematically destroyed. His father executed, his sister Lyanna tortured, and his young nephew Marcus killed during "questioning." After escaping imprisonment, Kaelen discovers the true nature of the Council's corruption: they've been eliminating eastern lords who questioned their increasing taxes and power. Consumed by rage and betrayal, Kaelen encounters a mysterious merchant who guides him to the Soulstone, an ancient artifact of darkness. Through brutal trials that strip away his humanity piece by piece, he transforms into the Shadow Knight, a being of darkness with extraordinary powers. As the Shadow Knight, Kaelen begins a calculated campaign of vengeance against the Council, gathering allies among the oppressed. He discovers his new abilities allow him to destroy and heal, creating an unexpected inner conflict. Throughout his journey, he struggles with what remains of his humanity, ultimately choosing to retain his sense of justice rather than becoming a mindless force of destruction. The novel explores themes of corruption, vengeance, transformation, and the thin line between justice and revenge. As Kaelen evolves from righteous knight to shadow wielding avenger, the story questions whether one can fight monsters without becoming a monster oneself.

All her Life She grew up with a word from her dad "Only Good persons are allowed to live" Having an ability to see people's memory after a skin to skin contact, with the other party, she decided to use it in her own way But is her way of using the ability right or wrong He is a proud son of the Miller Family but became a detective to find out the death of his parents How will this two meets And what awaits them in the near future

During freshman boot camp, my roommate covered herself from head to toe in her homemade sunscreen every day. It made her skin fair and soft, and made her smell so sweet that she drew the attention of countless young men. Even my rich boyfriend led the campaign to crown her campus beauty queen. But only I knew the fragrance she added to her sunscreen was toxic. It would make her skin rot if she used it for a long time. I said nothing. Instead, I quietly applied to switch dorms. In my last life, I had warned her out of kindness. She cried in front of everyone and said I was trying to isolate her. All the young men called me jealous. My boyfriend broke up with me in anger, then pursued her instead. It didn't take long for my roommate's skin to really start rotting, and I rushed to apply the salve made from an old family recipe. The wounds healed, but her skin turned dark and rough. She went from campus beauty queen to campus joke overnight. My boyfriend dumped her, and the other young men avoided her like the plague. She blamed everything on my jealousy. On the day she was forced to withdraw from university, she tied me up on the top floor of a university building. Then she poured a bucket of sulfuric acid over my head. "It's all because of your accursed salve that everyone's laughing at me! You ruined my chance to marry into a rich family!" I died from the torment. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the first day of my university's freshman boot camp.

Claire fell in love with a vampire, named Jacob. But Jacob can't be mended during the day because he has a different skin type. But thanks to Claire because she studies the skin of Jacob. Claire wanted to be with him not just by night but every day. However, Jacob died accidentally. Furious and depressed, Claire took her own life. After all, the vampire wasn't really dead. So, Claire made a contract with the soul reaper to talk and to see Jacob again. However, the soul reaper tricks her. She had been reincarnated, but she forgot who she was. Is she having the ability to return to Jacob? Or is she going to be trapped in a body that doesn't remember anything?

This book has been temporarily paused for significant revisions and restructuring. Thank you for patience. ××××× Warning 🔞 DO NOT OPEN IF YOU'RE NOT READY TO SURRENDER! These files contain mature language and explicit descriptions. Each story in this anthology plunges you into the carnal world of forbidden desires. Each tale is written in bold and unapologetically explicit voice that dives straight into the raw and physical sensations of passion. Warning: You might feel the heat of skin on skin, the tremble of a gasp, and the rush of adrenaline as desire overwhelms reason. Filthy Surrender invites you to indulge in the taboo, and lose yourself in stories where the only rule is to give in completely and enjoy every wicked and filthy second of it. The question is: Are you ready?

🔞 WARNING: STRICTLY RATED 18!!!🔞 Lorenzo pulled my hair back as I moaned aloud, the harmonic sound of my moan and the sound of our skin slapping reverberating through the room. He pounded into me roughly, his cock thrusting in and out, sending waves of pleasurable pain across my arched back. I quivered under his electrifying touch, my heart racing in my ribcage. Skin on skin, flash against flesh, I felt an uncontrollable desire as my soul stirred. I bit down a moan, a curse escaping my throat as he spanked my ass. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, stars spinning around me. "Fuck, Lavender!" He whispered in satisfaction as he pumped his load into me, pulling his inches out. ~ An Angel and The Devil. Beauty and The Beast. A Damsel In Distress With No Prince Charming. That was where it began, a passionate one night stand that tangled their destinies. She is ready to serve him and be his ride or die, for no reason but to carry out the assignment entrusted to her to destroy him. But what happens when the lines between lust and duty starts to fade?

His lips brushed my palm and every time his hot breath hit my skin, it set my nerves on fire. “What the—” I whispered, breathless. And then, with deliberate slowness, Sevastian slipped my ring finger into his mouth. My eyes widened in disbelief, my heart hammering against my chest. His teeth scraped my skin before sinking into the flesh, just enough to make me twitch from the sharp pain. I gasped, both from the sting and the bite I got from him. My entire body tensed as he bit down harder, marking me not with ink or metal, but with flesh and teeth. When he finally released my hand, my skin throbbed, the faint mark of his bite was visible against my finger. I cradled my hand, staring in disbelief at the mark he left behind. “This,” Sevastian murmured, his voice low and sharp. “Is my mark and ring.” His tone carried an edge, dangerous yet confident, as if the words were meant to bind me. “The symbol that you are no longer Celestina Valeztina-Savelli.” His lips ghosted over my skin, and my chest tightened as he whispered the next words. “...but Celestina Valeztina-Ortega.” His next words were a soft snarl, dripping with ruthless certainty. “My property, my wife.” He added, while locking his gaze on me. There was no hesitation in his eyes, no flicker of remorse, only that same ruthless determination that chilled me to my core. I tried to pull my hand back, but he didn’t let go. "You’re insane," I whispered, my voice barely audible, trembling despite my best efforts not to show it. “Yes, I’m insane,” he replied with a hint of mischief in his voice, “And I can drive you crazy…” He paused, letting the tension hang in the air.

After Caesar Shepherd went overseas with his lover, Florence Lane, about a month passed with no news about Ivy Rivers. Only then did Caesar realize something was wrong. When he had time, he gave his secretary, Morgan, a call. "How's the wound on Ivy's leg? Is she still angry at me for taking her skin for Florence's skin graft?" The opposite side of the line was quiet for a long time. Then, Morgan said softly, "Ms. Rivers was discharged from the hospital and left the residence a month ago." Caesar finally remembered Ivy's eyes full of despair and determination on the day he protected Florence in his arms when the hotel collapsed. That wasn't sorrow. No. That was goodbye.

An Alpha? 😀 Yes—an artistic one. But this time, it’s not him. It’s her. Ayla Cross, a tattoo artist who thought she had escaped her past. But no Owner of The Runed Den, she spent her nights inking stories onto other people’s skin, never realizing her own was hiding one. Until the night he walked in. Kian Vale—a mysterious stranger with eyes like liquid silver and a voice that carried thunder—came seeking a tattoo that matched the mark from Ayla’s dreams: a sigil of power older than any pack legend. When she inked it onto his skin, something inside her awakened. Her tattoos began to move. The moon itself seemed to breathe with her heartbeat. Now hunted by two rival werewolf clans, Ayla learns the truth: she is the Runed Luna, the lost heir of a bloodline thought extinct, born to command the ancient runes that shape reality itself. But every mark she draws binds her closer to Kian… and to the curse that could destroy them both. As shadows close in and bloodlines clash, Ayla must decide: Will she rewrite her fate in ink and moonlight— or be consumed by the story written beneath her skin? Unknown to you. Unknown to me. What could happen next?