Ladybug All Kwamis Novels & Stories

I set down my phone and I began my drawing of the wolfen goddess I’d been with, looking over her shoulder at me like she had the night before when I’d taken her from behind. As I drew her, I’d thought about sketching in the crescent moon birthmark on her back, but it was a little too low. It felt far too intimate a detail to share with anyone else, especially when I felt so strongly she was mine. I just wanted to make sure the drawing was good enough to help him identify her by her face anyways. I took a picture of it, and sent Damien a text: This is her. Find her ASAP. You got it, he texted back, and the search was on.

Many could not withstand the power of the Goddess in the flesh, only Alpha’s could stand so close. Adele only nodded her head, overwhelmed by the power she was experiencing. Her wolf would be focusing solely on the Goddess, a dangerous side effect if she was present with any other wolf. It was easy to drown in the moons embrace. “You surprise me, Lunum Lupus.” Adele jumped at the arrival of Leonidas, stepping away from the table as the connection was broken. Adelaide huffed slightly in a chuckle at the child and watched as she backed slowly away. Sensing the age and power that came from the ancient wolf and came to stand behind her, peaking around her legs but not touching her.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Catarina Rosales Marquez surveyed her garden of fruit and vegetables in the windswept hills of Mindanao. The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's.