Lesbian Mystery Books Novels & Stories

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and “you saved us.” “Cassia,” began the woman who had first spotted her in the room, her voice strong, if touched by her own tears. “If you hadn’t come for us, Kaylen and I would likely be in front of Devlin Anwir” - she said the name like she was spitting it - “this very moment.” Cassia’s head snapped to look at the woman, causing her to wince slightly. “Anwir?” She breathed. The woman nodded, solemn. “Kaylen and I -” she indicated the curly redhead beside her, “are both Lycans.”

My chest constricted. How could she do it to another woman? Did she have no humanity at all? “Why did she do it? What did she get from it?” “Leona Sarkis was a shark, hungry for power. God, I really wish I’d killed her since Adonis couldn’t do it.” Leona Sarkis. Another name we could dig on. “Where is she now?” “I don’t know.” He shrugged with disgust. “Back to being Elias’s whore, I guess.”

With some effort, I managed to push it open, revealing an enormous underground chamber. My breath caught in my throat. The chamber was filled with rows upon rows of old books and scrolls—an ancient library dedicated to werewolf lore and magic. The walls were lined with shelves crammed with forgotten knowledge, and in the center of the room stood a large, intricately carved table covered in tomes and manuscripts. I approached the table, my eyes scanning the titles. Many of the books were written in old, nearly forgotten languages, but one tome caught my attention. It was bound in dark leather, the title barely legible: "The Lament of the Moon."

The Lycans It's a complete waste of time. No matter how many times we pass by the unmated she-wolves that gather here, we are still unable to detect the scent of our mates among them. Our heightened senses would quickly pick up any indication if one of these young women had been near them. And that is not the case with any of them, the faint scent that we observed on the two fleeing she-wolves is not from Crescent Moon. One hundred percent sure about that. Our women are not from this pack, we have to look for them elsewhere.

The dim, golden light from the chandeliers above created pools of light and shadow, adding to the library’s timeless atmosphere. I searched diligently, combing through the aisles dedicated to ancient mysteries and the occult. The titles were intriguing yet obscure, written in languages I could barely decipher. Just as despair began to settle in, my eyes caught sight of a section labeled "Ancient Mysteries of the Wolf Race." My heart leaped with hope as I approached the section, quickly pulling out a few volumes.

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

And the secrets Adrian left behind were punishable. “Tatiana, let’s go,” Sasha repeated. Another shuddering breath filled my lungs. Black suits slowly drifted away, taking their black hearts with them. The sea of underworld men came to pay respects. Russian. Italian. American. Canadian. Colombian. A sea of black, which I’d always been a part of. No matter how much my brothers sheltered me. My eyes flickered to my brother, seeing him through the fog of grief. It felt like I wasn’t really here. But then I was.

He froze, his hand still wrapped around his cock, and turned to see a figure in the doorway. Lily. His best friend Marcus's little sister. Sweet, innocent Lily who was home from college for the summer. Twenty-one years old with long dark hair, a body that was definitely NOT innocent, and eyes that were currently locked on his laptop screen. "Oh fuck," Ethan breathed, scrambling to close the laptop. "Lily, I...." "Don't," she said quietly, stepping into the room. "Don't close it." He stared at her, confused, mortified, his cock still painfully hard in his hand.

I will show the world that I’m the real monster of the family. I will turn the black cross, the family symbol into red because blood will flow in the streets of Queens as long as my woman is locked away. End of book 1. The next book in the series will be Michael’s and Lola’s story. The doctor’s convict.