Lore C Novels & Stories

That led to extinction of the wild creatures. "That can't be true, royalties are the only ones who are able to read that, Sylvia." Bella utters with confusion marked at her face. "They're the Lycans" I said with my low voice slowly stroking the book. I got so intrigued that I wanted to know more information about them.

She knew Circe was still there, somewhere inside—but that didn’t make the emptiness disappear. The forest that lined the road to Blue Moon Pack stretched endlessly, towering evergreens swaying under the cool mountain wind. Lydia’s window was half open, letting in the scent of moss, pine, and something else—faint traces of wolf and Lycan mingled in the air, ancient and pulsing with quiet power.

Yas POV The shower helped a little. Not much. My body was still very much sensitive. ‘Good girl’ I could still hear his voice in my ear. God! I was so gone for this man. I stepped out of the bathroom, steam curling behind me. Then I changed into the red lace lingerie set I packed just in case. It had tiny silk straps, thin lace cups that barely covered my breasts, my nipples hard and obvious through the fabric. It was paired with matching panties that sat low on my hips and a silk robe hanging open enough to tease.

Shivers down her spine and him verbally letting her know how good she felt wrapped around his mini. Every time they seen each other it was magic, they were drawn to each others scent. They could not help themselves. Leo knew every inch of her body and what made her tick. Her nipples were her weakness, the harder he bit and pulled them the better. He could get her wet just sitting there and her feeling the heat from his body. They would often have to cover each other’s mouths because Belle was in the other room, but that was even hotter. The secrecy and the spontaneity of finding a place where the sounds wouldn’t bounce from the walls and could conceal the groans and moans that would randomly

' The weathered house leaned to one side, as if it were about to start sprinting at any moment. Lora turned to Alicia when they came in and reminded her once more, speaking into her ear, "Don't tell them you're from North Angus," Alicia agreed and nodded back. Lora was shocked she didn't get a heat stroke while wearing her purple robe with Daito's cloak draped over it during the day, given the extreme heat.

" You mean aside from the fact that Louisa and Hunter share a strange resemblance in both features and personalities?" I reject any personality resemblance between my baby and that monster. " Their looks are common genes" I tried to argue. " Fine then what of other similarities? Like their interest in art? Or the preference for the color black? Or the strange attraction towards cupcakes with only blue sprinkles?." He is really observant to have noticed all these, because even I never noticed the sprinkles. " Art is a general talent and Louie doesn't like black that much" that's a lie, Louie's favorite color is actually black.

Lucifer I watch from my perch on top of a hill as Lana leans over a small refuge near two rock formations and places a vile beneath the stream before she labels it with a pen. I have to admit, the Canyon is stunning with its rust-colored limestone plateaus, blue skies and winding river. It reminds me a bit of hell, without the demons. For weeks, I’ve been watching Lana traverse through the Canyon and gather data. I make sure to cloak my presence because I don’t want her to get the wrong idea. I’m not a bloody stalker. I just want to make sure she’s safe.

I couldn't do shit, and it was driving me fucking insane. “The story of the True Luna is really a legend among the witches.” I heard the fucker’s voice. “I wasn’t even aware of it until a witch told me about it. The most fascinating thing about her is that she is stronger than any other wolf. She can’t be hurt or killed using wolfsbane or silver. She is indestructible and very valuable. She is the only creation on this earth that can share her abilities with others.” I heard gasps all around us. Our pack members didn’t know how special she was. We didn’t even know how special she was. We knew bits and pieces, but not this. If what this fucker was saying was true, then she was really extraord

Just the smell of ozone and unfinished responsibility lingering in the air. Selena stood there alone, blinking at the decaying altar while water from the storm began trickling across the stone floor like it was staging a coup. Her eye twitched. Her soul twitched. Her lower back twitched because she’d landed like a sack of wet laundry. God knew she tried. She recited every spell she vaguely remembered from internet rabbit holes. “Abracadabra,” “Leviosa”—not “Leviosar,” she corrected herself mid-prayer—and even, in desperation, “Escucha las palabras de las brujas, los secretos escondidos en la noche...” while raising her hands like she was in a soap opera for witches.

That was all she could remember after waking up at the cemetery. "Help" she screamed, not scared but she needed to leave here as soon as possible. The fact that she woke up at a cemetery worried her. She thought of her phone and quickly ran to where she woke up but couldn't find it. While searching for her phone, she noticed that what she thought to be a grave when she woke up was an endless pit, she couldn't see the end but just darkness through. She shouted but it just came back echoing. "Well that's not creepy"