Madeleine Phantasms Novels & Stories

She didn't look or sound like a normal elf and a scythe was definitely not a elf weapon. "You're wondering what I am..." Madeline chuckled she could hear her thoughts, however looking at Damien she could not hear anything like he was completely locked. Meara gasped she read her mind, what sort of magic is this.. "I am the Madeline Rothschild...daughter of Byron and Reyna. That's all you need to know about me, oh yes I'm about to get married to this guy." Callous choked did Madeline just call Damien a guy! Meara: "...."

There where now books with titles such as The Witch Within You, Herbs and Pentagrams, Spells and the Sabbaths, True Magic in the World. Maddie had never noticed that there were so many books on that subject. She was shocked when Omem suddenly stood in front of her. ‘Are you coming, child? Lunch is ready.’ Maddie nodded and left the library.

She has plans of making the house hell for David, that way she could stay in it with her husband alone. That plan has not been going well, since David goes to school and stays in his room when he’s back. Until they are having dinner, so she barely sees him. It was a Tuesday afternoon, Gracie was alone in the house. David wasn’t home, his father has gone to work. Her clit was throbbing and her pussy was pulsating. She was in her room, stripped naked touching her pussy. She shoved two fingers inside her pussy, curling them as she pressed her hard nipple. She thrusted her fingers fast stretching and fucking herself hard, moaning softly.

Or it’s just a dream? But why does it felt so real? I look outside the window and realize that it’s already midnight. I slept too long reason why I skipped dinner. Instead of going downstairs to eat, I decided to go back to sleep. But those voices… they seem so real. I hope they’re not. Because if it’s true, why can’t I remember it? Do I have amnesia? But that’s impossible. I can still remember my childhood. I put myself back to bed and stared at the ceiling until I slowly fell asleep once again. “You killed her!”

Edwards Lauria looked at her husband loving her daughter like that, she felt very happy. "She's probably almost done, let me go up to her room and check it out." Edwards Lauria walked upstairs step by step, she was very nervous. She believes that her daughter will shine like a princess when put on makeup. Lauria gently opened the door to the room, but there was no one inside. She went to the bathroom to check, but no one was found. Lauria panicked when she saw that the window was open, there were marks on the floor like something being dragged. Having a premonition of an unfortunate event, Lauria hurried downstairs to inform Brian.

How fake can she be? While still looking at the party crasher, a notification pops up on my phone, and I click on it. It's from Mark. "I did as you said. The public post is on all of your social media platforms, and I also released your album." Before I finish reading, tons of notifications troop in. Blogs and news outlets now have a new headline. "Zero Tolerance: Thomas Knights Responds to 'Fabricated Attack' with Unexpected 'CHAOS' Album Release" A huge grin plays on my lips. The face of the girl and her fake purse are already fading into a footnote.

May flicked a grape at his forehead. "Yeah," Nathan lied. The scent of Rita's magic—ozone and wildflowers—cut through the din of the hall. His wolf whined in his chest. Allure. The word slithered through his mind like his father's voice. Was this all it was? Some spell she didn't even know she was casting? Kai leaned in, grinning. "Or are you too busy not staring at—" Nathan stood so fast his chair screeched. "Library," he gritted out.

Emma hid her head in my cloak and I placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “We’re fine Emma.” I said softly though I too was on edge. Eddy closed his eyes while Justin flipped a blade between his fingers. They were probably used to this feeling. The feeling of despair from just being near The Divide. “Where does it lead?” I questioned cautiously as we neared the gates on the far side. “Some say it leads straight to hell. Others believe the gods carved it into the land when they formed the mountains..” Justin spoke more to himself looking anxious.

“All right, all right. I’ll take the things upstairs and come back down, okay?” “No, please, come in now. I’m planning to leave early today. Please, Frank, come inside with me…” Magdalena said the last words in such a suggestive tone that even a stranger would have understood the call of a female animal burning with desire for a male. And yet, if you had seen Frank, he hardly looked like someone capable of inspiring such passion. He could have extinguished anyone’s desire and lowered their libido on the spot. Where Magdalena’s “fire” came from was a mystery.

“Not that I’d brag or anything.” Seraphine raised an eyebrow. “Right. Subtle.” Mina rolled her eyes. “Dragon boys and Djinn. Always dramatic.” Finally, Lyra spoke, her voice lower, carrying an almost silky quality. “Castle Tenebrae, castle of the Dreamwalkers, incubi, illusionists. I’m Phantasm. We bend dreams and emotions into shape, weaving illusions so real they can make you laugh, cry, or break.” Her gaze lingered on Seraphine, steady, knowing. “People say Phantasms blur the line between reality and desire. That’s why they fear us.”