Misty Vixen Books Novels & Stories

I got to the club early that night. Mikela found me in the mirror and raised an eyebrow. “You’re never early.” “Slow day,” I said. She studied me for a moment with the particular perception of a woman who had seen too much to be fooled by simple answers. Then she let it go. I sat in front of my reflection and started building Pinky. Foundation. Lashes. Red lips. The posture shift. The breathing shift. The moment where everything soft went quiet and something controlled took up residence behind my eyes.

"Then it'll be just like old times." Misty opened the book and smiled as Eva shuffled around to get comfortable on her lap. Misty then read out the title of the book. Vampires and Their Beloveds "Is this a story or an information book?" Eva questioned her mother. "Looks like it's an information book," Misty spoke out as she turned the page. Before Misty could start reading again, Eva could hear the alarm clock ringing once again in her shared room with Alana. Eve quickly rose to her feet and sighed.

Axel demanded. “Nothing!” Misty’s voice quivered as she tried to retreat from Axel, but he held tight. “I just wanted to run with everyone during the Pack Run, as it was my first run. After it was over, I tried to stay out of sight because I didn’t want my twin to get in trouble. On my way home, I spotted her and another person entering the Forbidden Forest. I wanted to remind her that she couldn’t enter, but I didn’t know if I should expose myself. When I heard others were searching for her, I started to get worried and rushed here.”

I did not move. Mia Rosa. My Rose. They had burned her. The vibrant, rebellious girl with fire in her hair and fear in her eyes, reduced to carbon and mineral. We’d had one night. A collision in the dark. A mistake, she must have thought. A rebellion. I had been prepared to move heaven and earth for her. To pay any price Alexander Matesson demanded. To make her my consort in truth, to keep her safe, to explore the terrifying, tantalizing pull I felt toward her, a pull I had dismissed as impossible. Now, I felt only a void. A hollow, silent expanse where that maddening connection had been. Had it been real? If she were my soulbond, her death would have shattered me. This… this was just a prof

He is the alpha of Ironclaw though, and I trust him as my mate. The auras of everyone in the room showed clear uncertainty, except for one. She is an older woman with ties to Birch. I don’t have anything concrete against her, though. On the surface, she looks clean. Her name is Misty Whitaker. She has brown hair with a Bride of Frankenstein streak on the right side. Her skin looks flawless but aged. Like parchment paper that’s never been used. You can see the grooves, but it still looks crisp. Her eyes are blue with a hint of brown, and her lips are thin. She is of a thin frame, but she still looks in shape. Her aura is mocking. She is looking at me like I have some nerve.

She was good for club morale, apparently. 'Stop avoiding the topic.' Her wolf piped up in her subconscious, and Aimee was done. Hurling the cloth in the direction of the bar, she quickly undressed, unconcerned with her nakedness, and ignoring the titters from the rotters; she phased fluidly into Vixens form. Shaking out her ash-grey coat, Vixen bared her teeth in warning at the club whores and gave into the wild feeling plaguing her all day, racing into the night and surrendering to the call of the wild. After what seemed like hours, Vixen found her peace and finally relinquished control again. When Aimee opened her eyes, she wasn't really surprised to be standing at the lookout.

She was really tired guiding and welcoming, Maxine. However, Maxine also felt a lil bit sleepy after the long day. She was reminded that she also traveled through a portal and discovered a lot of things today. As much as she wanted to see Austin, her body needs some rest. She glanced towards the map one more time then she decided to call it a day. Inside her cabin, Maxine grabbed the green book Rogia told her to read. She links it through the hora, just like how she was taught. To her surprise, whatever on the book flashed before her eyes as if holograms were floating in the air. In the meantime, this is the information she had gathered on her first day as Mysterical High student:

Dixon snort at her statement " Just tell me how is she, that's all I care about" she was hyperventilating. "Why are you doing this ms Teresa..she's fine" "Thank you" she squeeze his hands. "I have done all I could, its my fate to end this way Dixon, so take care of her,that's all I ask" She closed her eyes, her grip still on Dixon. " Who did this to you?" She didn’t reply. " it was supposed to happen, I did try my best, they won’t be able to get the book anymore..”she opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on Dixon.

Agnes said, shrugging, already bracing for backlash. Vixen gave her a look. “Cute?” she echoed. “Girl, we’re not… cute people. We don’t do group hugs. We barely make eye contact with people.” She did a half-hearted, sarcastic little bow. “Oh, and listen up everyone. I’m literally in the final phase of a new book I’ve been working on. The Princess and Her Tower. When it’s up, will you guys read it? I’ll share the link.” Agnes blinked, then scoffed. “Princess? Tower?” She shook her head. “Wow. So much for the gangster queen image.”

"Oh dear, oh me…" "Mistress, really? Again? Those little ones scatter your energy. God kin develop so quickly it's a genealogical wonder!" Everyone exchanged glances. Nyxie just shrugged, trying to smile. "Whoops? I may be a wolf but I'm as fertile as a bunny.”