Misty Vixen Books Novels & Stories

One of the charms on the wall dimmed. I stood instantly. Seraphine noticed. “What—” “Don’t speak.” The lights flickered again. A second charm went dark. My pulse sharpened. Then the temperature dropped. Seraphine shifted slightly. “I feel it,” she whispered. I didn’t respond. Because I could see it now. Not fully. Not clearly. Just a shape in the corner of the room that didn’t belong to light or shadow. Watching. Then gone. The moment it vanished, every charm reignited violently.

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The air hummed with the same energy from her dream—thick, electric, expectant. Charlie muttered, "If this is where I die, I swear I'm haunting whoever wrote that prophecy." Rivener stepped in front of her. "You're not dying tonight." "Oh good. Love that confidence. Hope the cosmic wolf agrees." The wind stilled. The hum became a vibration under their feet. Then— Silver mist spiraled upward, twisting, threading itself into bones, fur, shape— The Lunaris Sentinel appeared. It was even larger than in her dream, its fur like liquid moonlight, its eyes glowing with ancient intelligence. Not a spirit. Not a hallucination.

Everything had changed so quickly. She smiled and pulled out a chair. “Ready?” I nodded, my throat tight. “Good! Let’s see what you created yesterday.” I opened my folder with trembling fingers, revealing eight clean pages—no doodles or rough sketches like the ones William had glimpsed before. These were polished ideas. Mira’s eyes widened when she saw the first page. “Oh… wow.” My stomach flipped. “Is that… good or bad?” She looked at me, surprised by my uncertainty. “Jane, this is shockingly good.”

Within minutes she’d completed her task and I was once again alone with Abigail. “Now, princess, where were we?” she said as she flashed me her most alluring smile. “Oh yes, I was about to prepare your body to receive my prince.” “I told you to leave me alone and I meant it,” I snapped. “If you don’t allow me to do this you’ll regret it,” she said in a low, sultry growl. “I’m not a lesbian,” I said defensively. “Nor am I,” she replied. “I’m a highly sexual vampire doing my master’s bidding.”

The air vibrated with an electric energy, as if the very fabric of reality was responding to Selene's presence. Suddenly, visions began to flood her mind. She saw werewolves from all over the world, their faces twisted in anger and betrayal. She saw packs turning against each other, their once-strong bonds now frayed and broken. She saw the moon, once full and radiant, now shrouded in a dark, foreboding haze. There seemed to be no hope and sweat gathered in her forehead, but still, she maintained her posture. When she was done, she sucked in a breath and her eyes snapped open, everything returned to normal and she looked around.

Please, relax and believe me when I say if you all built this home on those layouts, colors and everything else…I’ve officially gone to heaven. “Tresia, you just about caused each of us to have a heart attack. Jace said he saw an arm tossing it out a window. You see, we’ve known for a long time that you were our mate. We had to keep everything from you, and your entire family. It wasn’t until last week that Misha started receiving visits from a Veil Warden Dreamwalker. Once…” “Wait a micro minute, Misha knew what was coming?” I don’t like interrupting people, but Gavin just dropped a wealth of information.

Perhaps all three. Ava rose again and moved to the vanity, her fingers brushing across the glass bottles and scattered cosmetics. She sat and studied herself in the mirror. The woman who looked back was not broken, not vulnerable, but sharpened. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, yes, but they only made her look more dangerous, as if sleeplessness had carved determination into her features. She applied her lipstick slowly, deliberately. Crimson. Always crimson. It was not merely color; it was armor. Her phone vibrated against the vanity. The sound was sharp in the stillness, and she reached for it with practiced calm. A message pop up from her phone,she ignored.

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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