Library Salem Novels & Stories

He's a time bomb that can go off at any time. Santo slides open one of the heavy drawers of the solid oak desk and pulls out a brown envelope made of kraft paper. He clamps his cigar between his teeth and pulls out a series of photos he raises in the air. "Do you know what these are, Lulu?" he asks me, his eyes dark. His Italian accent is even stronger than I remembered and has the effect of an ice-cold shower on me. He terrifies me. I say no with my head. Santo gives me a smile that would horrify even the Devil himself. Then he puts his glass on the desk to grab his cigar and blows the smoke to the side.

The final battle was about to begin, and Saelyna was ready to seize their chance at victory. The room pulsated with an otherworldly energy as Saelyna stepped forward, the amulet clasped tightly in her hand. She glanced at Cyran, who continued to engage the witch in a ferocious battle, providing a distraction that allowed her to concentrate on her task. His snarls echoed through the chamber, fueling her determination. Saelyna’s mind focused on the incantation she had discovered in the ancient tome. She recited the words silently, feeling the power surge within her. With each verse, her confidence grew, and her connection to the mystical forces strengthened.

Every small movement pulled him in deeper. But before he could say more— A shadow stepped into the tent. The air shifted again, thick with power. Amarok’s head turned slowly, his muscles tensing. Tara looked too, her body going still. The scent hit them first. Then the gaze. Strong and piercing. Salem. He stood at the entrance of the tent, his dark eyes locked on his mates— on Amarok and on Tara. His chest rose and fell, slow, controlled—but his wolf was awake. The air vibrated with it.

Garin asked. “It’s a special relic that holds Summum’s power in it; the power to conceal yourself. It’s how he was able to conceal himself from Verum’s eyes despite his omnipresence and it’s also how Nephalems have remained hidden for thousands of years without Verum, Lucifer or any other Celestial finding out about us while we came to the Earth,” Cleo said, “With this, we’ll be able to enter Salem undetected by any other Nephalem that might be there.” “What if they still manage to detect us?” Garin asked.

The night sky over the Witches’ Domain shimmered with a strange hue, a pulsating silver mist flowing through the air like magic itself was alive. The trees here whispered secrets to one another, and the wind carried more than just the scent of the earth—it carried memories, power, and bloodlines long thought extinguished. Salem, a high witch and cousin to the Queen, stepped out of the twilight portal that opened near the Obsidian Stones—a gateway reserved for the ancient bloodlines. Her long midnight-blue cloak trailed behind her, brushing the moss-covered stones as she descended the forested path toward the sacred hall.

“They called it ‘Supernatural’ because the venture boys needed a sexy deck. The lab called it PX-5. The men in suits called it Phase. Like it was an operation.” Jack set Aki’s photo down on the table between them. Black eyes. White hair. The composure of someone who owns gravity wherever she walks. “And her?” he asked. “Ghost program,” Susan said, almost to herself. “Recruitment out of disaster zones. Stateless. Practically invisible. I never met her. But the codename crossed server logs with a Japanese flag and a redacted training file from a contractor we all pretended didn’t exist.” “Sumua was declared dead,” Pauly said, tapping the corner of the dossier with a pen cap. “Somebody laundere

I jolted, pulling it out. It wasn’t long, but it was a beep. Two beeps, which was quite rare. And i looked to the screen on which a red notification popped up. The same beep, went around the hall, interrupting their prayers as i gasped at the screen. I immediately looked to Leroy. He got it, and he walked towards me. “What does this mean?” He asked as i stared back at the SOS alert across the screen.

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

Salem makes his way over to the bed while Levi moves me so that I am lying down in the middle of it as they both get on either side of me. Lowering his lips, Salem captures mine as Levi trails his lips down my stomach and down to core. Spreading my legs he licks and nips at my clit, sucking and circling his tongue as Salem trails his hands down to my breasts, caressing them before moving to my harden tits. I moan into his mouth as he tugs them between his fingers while Levi continues pleasuring my sensitive bud.

"Four. Three. Two. One." Back at the Bloodmoon Citadel, miles away through the jagged mountain peaks, the morning sun broke over the horizon. Instead of bringing warmth, it cast a sharp, cold golden light through the narrow arched windows of the private archives, illuminating dust motes dancing in the frantic air. Saed stood in front of the master security console, looking like a man who had been dragged through the layers of the underworld. His robes were disheveled, his eyes bloodshot and wide with a manic desperate terror. His face was pale, slick with a thick sheen of sweat that dripped onto the sleek, obsidian-colored keys of the interface. The screen before him was blinding, pulsing wi