Mysterious Skin Novel Novels & Stories

Once he finished reading the file, he meticulously went through it again, word by word. After reviewing it thoroughly, Landon confirmed that he had not misread anything. The hotel mentioned in the document also had a detailed address recorded. Landon pressed his temples, and his gaze turned cold as he fixated on the hotel's name on the document. He read it over and over again. It was a hotel name he would never forget. Five years ago, it was something he had tried hard to forget, and now, it exploded in his mind once more. The pulsating heat in his veins, the hazy and heavy memories... It was like thorny vines viciously entangling him, growing tighter with each passing moment.

It felt as if I was ravenous, my body eating Itself to stay alive. I got out of bed, walking towards the window. My eyes burning, I closed and opened them rapidly, adjusting to the light. The sun looked like it had just risen. I put my hand out towards the light, shocked by what I saw. My skin turned a brownish amber that was Shiny and slick to the touch. How best to describe It, I did not know? It was like my skin was glass, but not see through. Like I looked rock hard, yet soft to the touch. I looked shiny, not sparkly, but bright nonetheless. Like the sun hitting stained glass. It didn't hurt, but It was definitely obvious that I... was different. 'What is going on?!' I did not understand

Agent Zero shouted to her companions. Agent Zero used powerful magic to create a strong shield around the mansion. They couldn't get out and were wary of the bodyguards because one of them was suspected to be a demon. On the other hand, Shuji's family ate at the restaurant. People were looking at them because Raiden is a famous businessman and Shuji is a model. "They keep staring, brother," Miku said to her brother. "Just ignore them," Shuji said to his sister. They walked straight until they sat at the very edge.

She licked her lips. "Hmm, who does not know the Alpha of this pack." She said and I looked at her with scrutiny. Really? Who does not? She is fishy. * * This book is weird 😂... I don't even understand what is going on with Connor and Alyssa.

The world outside disappeared—there was only the quiet crackle of the fire and the feel of their bodies moving in sync, guided by a longing that had waited too long to be fed. Clothes slipped away in a hush of fabric and sighs. Skin met skin—warm, soft, electric. Lucien’s lips traced a path down her neck, over her collarbone, while Aria’s hands explored every scar, every line of him like he was a story she already knew by heart and wanted to read again.

Hi friends, First I would like to thank you for choosing my book. This is my first attempt to write a supernatural story. I want to insist you guys bear with me and go on until the end because then only you will see all the mysteries getting solved and everything fall in its place. You might find my characters irritating at some point of time but there is the reason for such behaviour which will be revealed over the period of time.

It's because until now I still didn't accept to be his luna. I got up from the bed and just sat on the side of it. I removed my sleeve so that I could examine my skin which seemed to be touched earlier by the lava-like heat of Auria's hand. I winced at the sight of my skin being red and swollen but miraculously it didn't look like I got burned my skin when I felt earlier that my whole body was being burned. What kind of world I'm in? Why there are many things in this world that I couldn't understand and that seem impossible to believe?

"Lend me your wolf soul and be diverge from his original source!" When I felt her clutching my heart, I screamed in pain. The unbearable pain of feeling like my body was being extracted from a foreign entity. I was being like that until my vision went black. "Lilith..." ----- Mystique Luna's note: This book will be finished this April 2023. Please look forward to its ending! Please like my f a c e b o o k page for more updates of my new upcoming stories! ✨

No matter how much damage they take, no matter if you stab them through the heart or the brain, if the head stays on, they keep moving. I smiled as I set the book aside. Thanks to Mr. Mysterious, I knew that couldn’t be true. That wasn’t the underworld—it was another world, just like ours. Mr. Mysterious was alive, flesh and blood. He breathed, his heart beat, and he was warm—completely different from any creature that’s ever crossed the border.

Like I was floating instead of moving. The den was quiet now. Bodies everywhere. Darius's men scattered around like broken toys. Blood on the walls. Holes in the concrete from bullets and claws. I looked down at myself. My clothes were torn and bloody. But my skin was perfect. No wounds. No cuts. Just pale white skin that seemed to glow in the dark. And on my chest, over my heart, was a mark I'd never seen before. It looked like a crescent moon made of silver fire. It pulsed with my heartbeat. Each pulse sent warmth through my whole body.