Misty Vixen Books Novels & Stories

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

After saying her prayers, she left the window side and tried reading some books to shift her mind off everything going on at that moment. She opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a book titled 'The Ascendants Of The White Phoenix.' It was a book about the creation of the white phoenix pack and the past Alphas who had ruled the pack. Vanessa was so invested in the book that it made her eyes glued to the pages of the book for hours.

Vixen turned away from the VIP area, strolling casually around the booths, curtained or un-curtained as the occupants preferred. “Mistress Vixen,” a woman with an impressively blunt fringe and her hair scraped painfully back into a ponytail greeted her. She was clad in vinyl from jaw to crotch, in a severely form fitting jumpsuit that stretched to loops over her middle fingers. She played with a black leather belt, stroking it between her fingers. “Your new sub is pretty.” “What do you say, Raven?” Vixen asked him. “Thank you?” Raven struggled to keep his expression sober, his lips wanted to curl up in laughter. It seemed so odd for the two women to discuss him like a pet dog. Was he meant t

I choose Better. Melissa S. Vice is an American author of erotica, fantasy and paranormal romance novels. Vice was born in Duluth, GA a proud Libra in the fall of October. She is the author of Oblivion, the fantasy romance novel and book one of her Tales of Incipion series, and the highly anticipated werewolf novel, Beneath the Blood Moon. An avid reader, she was introduced to her first taste of whimsical love, Wishes by Jude Deveraux, and has expanded her shelves since those tender years of youth and blissful ignorance. Her enjoyment for video games and books inspire unlimited worlds of adventure and everlasting love to rival those that had come before.

Again, thank you so much, and have a wonderful new year! More Books by me: Under the Moon Series: Book1 - Under the Pale Moon (vampire LGBT+) Book2 - Under the Blue Moon (werewolf LGBT+) Book 3 - Under the Crimson Moon (dragon-shifter LGBT+) Wed to the Alpha (fluffy romance/fantasy/werewolf) I am Not Your Love Story (CEO/richman LGBT+) Adventures of the Crown Series: Book1 - The Purple Wolf and the Enerawyn (fantasy/adventure, hints of LGBT+)

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Everett replied, "no, but we will jump." Everett jumped from the castle tower. She screamed in shock and hugged Everett's body. Everett jumped on every tree and stopped at one of the taller trees. Everett said, "it's alright, you can open your eyes now." She opened her eyes and was fascinated by the beauty of the realm of black mist. There is a colourful light that looks like a galaxy. She thought frightening darkness only surrounded the realm of Black Mist. But that darkness also looks beautiful. "Should we continue our journey? Don't close your eyes," Everett said.

Kenna explains. My eyes catch on the roses. I vaguely remember Blake mentioning Misty’s name several times in my haze. She’s supposedly a gifted healer, isn’t she? I know a lot about her since she lives in Crescent Falls. She’s a writer and historian now, but she went through the Great War of Tarsian, the hero, they say, of the war that took the lives of her grandparents. I’ve read her books. I’ve seen her picture on the back. I’ve seen her golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes. “Will you thank Princess Misty for me?”

Kiran burned brighter and it almost seemed like his eyes were ablaze with the blue fire. I focused my gaze on Raven, and I drew more magic from the earth. I concentrated on flooding her mind with images of her own death as I imagined it. It was just a diversion tactic to give Kiran the edge over her because she was strong, the strongest witch I’d ever encountered. I didn’t know if Kiran had restored his own energies after purifying me.

"So how did it actually go? The meeting? You've been pretty quiet about it." I fiddled with a charger cord, buying a second. "He called me Vixen. Within five minutes of meeting me." I laughed but it came out sharper than I intended. "Because apparently I hunt stories like a fox. That's his read on me after five minutes." I rolled my eyes. "He is so weird, Ty." Tyler raised an eyebrow. "That's… actually kind of accurate." I crossed my arms. "Ty." "And the contract signing?" He asked.