Midnight Bliss Darkstalkers Novels & Stories

She moved quickly, her instinct taking over, her fingers flying, she masked her IP, rerouted her connection, triple-checked the firewall. Only then did she log in. OBSIDIAN_13 Online. One by one, usernames began to appear. First, it was NYX, then Ralph, and seven others. Making them ten players. A full lobby. The chat exploded almost instantly. Chat: WAIT—OBSIDIAN_13?? Chat: Isn’t that NULLWRAITH’s alt? Chat: Nah, NULLWRAITH doesn’t play open lobbies. Chat: Math check—OBSIDIAN = black stone. NULLWRAITH = ghost. Darkness theme?

Aerian screeched. It was so damn dark where she was it was almost impossible to see her. Even with my wolf vision I could just barely make her out. The only part of her that was easily seen were her eyes. They were glowing brightly. There were three dead wolves lying in front of her. The others were standing there snarling at her as she stood over Benny’s unmoving form. I let out a growl as more wolves descended on us. I heard someone yell at me. As I looked over my shoulder, I saw a wolf lunging towards me. Before it could land on my back a stream of the brightest light, I had ever seen hit it. The wolf flew several feet way hitting a tree. When I looked at the wolf it was burnt to a crisp.

Lucian reached his hand out as he stepped closer. I swallowed thickly, took his hand, and gently squeezed it. “Thank you.” Lucian stepped back and nodded at Grayson. Grayson turned back to the microphone. “Midnight Moon pack, I give you our newest shifter, our hellhound, Shade.” I looked at Azalea, and she flashed me a beautiful smile. I winked, and her smile widened. I took a deep breath, looked forward, and as I stepped forward, shade came to the surface and shifted.

The flowing white dress is nothing but rags, and her long hair is thin and wispy. “Cinis cinerem. Pulvis sunt pariter!” we chant together and throw the potions. The banshee goes up in flames, burning for just a few seconds before she’s reduced to a pile of ash. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen a good vanquishing,” Tabatha says with a small smile. “Now, take me to my son.” We pour into the house, finding Evander lying on the living room couch. Lucas stands above him and wraps me in a hug the moment he sees me.

The hungry looking rogues circled us, smacking their lips together and growling. Rachel pulled me into her and let out a kick to one of the rogues. She was a great fighter while I just stood their like a useless idiot. Picking up a long stick beside me I poked one of the rogues in the eye making him yell out in pain. Buying myself a few more minutes to think, I found myself wishing I could reach Ben by mindlink. "We're coming. Don't worry." His voice filled my mind and I squeaked in response. How the hell did that happen?

They each moved on with the hope that their kiss under the moonlight would be the catalyst for a love story that defied all odds. As Dax and Blaire made their way back from their enchanted rendezvous by the blue lake, a sudden chill gripped the air. Unbeknownst to them, Damien, cloaked in darkness and disguised behind a mask, had been lying in wait, his intentions veiled in malevolence. With the aid of dark magic, he distorted his voice, making it unrecognizable and menacing. Emerging from the shadows, Damien's voice echoed with an eerie resonance. "Dax, it seems you've forgotten the consequences of crossing me. Prepare to face the wrath of your sins."

As the moon dipped below the horizon, casting a dark shadow over Gettysburg's battle-scarred landscape, Reid and Elena prepared for the forbidden ritual. They stood within a circle of candles, their flickering flames dancing across the faces of the ancient tombstones. Elena's hands moved with deliberate precision, etching intricate symbols into the earth. Reid watched, his eyes burning with determination, as she poured a crimson liquid into the center of the circle. "The blood of the innocent," she whispered, "to awaken the Devouring Shadow."

I want to bury my face in that heavy flesh and suck her peaks until she cries my name. "Anyway," Chloe said, quickly changing the subject as she looked out the window. "Are you ready for this party? I heard the hosts are setting up that wild theme tonight. The one from the dark web." "The glory holes?" I asked, my blood suddenly running hot. "Yeah," Chloe whispered, her voice dropping to a breathless murmur. "A thick velvet wall. The girls stand behind it completely anonymous. The guys pay an entry f*e at the door, walk into a private booth, and get to do whatever they want to them. No eyes. No names. Just pure, blind tasting."

“Suck my pussy right now.” Belle moaned as Zack dropped to his knees in the dark corner of the Midnight Sins club. She came here for revenge to destroy the dangerous man who ruined her sister. But one taste of his wicked tongue changed everything. He licked her wet pussy like a starving beast, sucking hard and fucking her deep with his mouth while loud music shook her body. Zack doesn’t do gentle. He slammed her against the mirror, spread her legs wide open, and devoured her dripping pussy where anyone could watch. “Beg louder, little lamb,” he growled. “Tell me why you’re really here while I ruin you.” One night turned into thirty shades of filthy forbidden pleasure. Public fuckings.