Nacht Faust Novels & Stories

His eyes dance with amusement, and I can only laugh in response. He turns to walk away before stopping and looking back at me. "Good luck up there tonight, not that you need it with this sorry lot." I close the door and practically bounce over to Izzy and Starlight. Once I get there though, I stop right behind them to admire the view. Starlight's outfits, as least the ones I've seen her in, cover the important parts, but they don't fit her right. She has a longer torso and her ass is a little more bubbly than most women. Rouder, I guess you could say. It's a gorgeous ass, either way. I slide in between the two women, one hand resting on Izzy's ass, the other on Starlight's. Her cheeks go red

I inserted a finger in and she stilled, a moan escaping her lips. “This isn’t fair, Alex. You’re not playing a fair game.” “I’m not?” Laughing, I inserted another finger in her. “You think I like seducing your problems away just so you can stay with me a little longer?” Her eyes were wide with both worry and arousal when she gazed at me. “I spent the night. I haven’t spent the night before and I did that last night. I didn’t even tell anyone where I was.” “You crossed the line, you naughty girl.” I leaned down and bit her neck.

" We notch our bows and wait for the morrow Cold is the night and nary a tear for on the morn we head into shadow There is no room for our fear His eyes are cruel, his evil is endless Black is soul and ne'ver he'll rest till all the world lies covered in darkness and none who'd fight him are left. Zhanere Zelezial"

"The birds... they're not mere creatures of the night. They're harbingers!" "Speak clearly," I commanded, my voice steady despite the tempest of dread brewing within me. "An omen, Luna Queen Kelly," another panted, pushing past the threshold of exhaustion to deliver their dire message. "They signal the resurgence of The Black Faes – emboldened by a pact with Lucifer himself. A deal wrought in shadows, granting them powers we thought sealed away in the annals of our darkest history."

Gerhard looked frightened, but Livia radiated hungry pleasure. “I’m sorry, Earl Eridanus,” his majesty cleared his throat. “What was this? You said you’ve composed the melody yourself. But... It was the Nocturne of Death, wasn’t it?” The rest of the guests were waiting for the answer as impatiently as Gerhard. Reive smirked to himself, Sure! I should say so... he thought, but answered, “What nocturne, Your Majesty? What’re you talking about?” The necromancer said it in total innocence at the time.

​"Leo..." ​The surrounding noise of the night seemed to fade into absolute silence. The muffled, heavy thud of the club music behind the metal doors, the groans of the four men bleeding out on the wet pavement, the quiet drip of rain falling off the brick walls—it all died away. The entire world shrank down to just the two of them standing under the flickering yellow streetlight. ​They simply stared at each other for a full, agonizing minute. Neither of them moved. Neither of them dared to breathe.

My name was mentioned again and I looked over at Noah. "Nia, have you met Faelon's twin brother Faust?" He asked curiously I shook my head and looked over at the male who was as light as his brother was dark. Faust offered me his hand as Noah told him I was the princess of the Vampire's realm. Faust smiled and shook my hand as he said, charming…I nodded to him and took a large swallow of my drink to quell the discomfort I was feeling. Another wave of wanton thoughts entered my mind and I looked at Lucian with shining eyes.

She giggles "You do literature so you should, you see-" Doctor Faustus, a talented German scholar at Wittenburg, rails against the limits of human knowledge. He has learned everything he can learn, or so he thinks, from the conventional academic disciplines. All of these things have left him unsatisfied, so now he turns to magic. A Good Angle and an Evil Angel arrive, representing Faustus' choice between Christian conscience and the path to damnation. The former advises him to leave off this pursuit of magic, and the latter tempts him. From two fellow scholars, Valdes and Cornelius, Faustus learns the fundamentals of the black arts. He thrills at the power he will have, and the great feats h

“I am me and you are you. We could not change it. I wouldn’t change it. Our paths were not meant to cross, but they did. That must mean something, right? Now, I am putting us at another crossroads. We could spend one unforgettable night today and have a lifetime of certainty apart. Or we could have a lifetime together, making each uncertain night unforgettable. Ryo Matsuda, what does your heart tell you?” The camera panned to Ryo, displaying his face. Everyone in the venue and those watching at home could see his shock. But none of them felt the nuclear bombs detonating inside him. What does his heart tell him? Does he need to answer that? He looked at the vacant seat beside him and read the

"Where did you take her, Azrael?" "What? Theo, I don't—" "Did you hide her somewhere? Did you touch her?" Frost climbs up my arms, spreading toward him without my permission, and I don't stop it. "Did you kill her?" "I don't know what you're talking about!" Ice creeps over his boots, and his four true arms flicker into view in pure panic, two half-formed as they scrape uselessly against the cold locking his joints. "Theo—brother—I swear on the Moon Goddess, I don't know any human girl!"