Neptunia Noire Novels & Stories

She found a crow feather, she could smell the sky on it. Gaz stayed near, saying nothing and just letting her wander. Neeri was a beautiful wolf. Black with chestnut undertones that almost looked red – not too dissimilar from Breeth and she also kept those pretty blue eyes – blue like Sarmin. She was perfect for them. He watched as she rooted around in a pile of leaves, before flopping down in them and having a good roll. Then she stretched up the side of a tree and gave it a good scratch before turning her attention to him.

There’s a screaming storm surrounding it and flashes of red, demonic lightning. But I see it, clear as day. So cautious, afraid, and hopeful, I reach a hand toward it. I summon Neron, collecting all the power I can. I reach. I imagine killing that pulsing darkness. My hands glow blue and brilliant. And the second I touch it, my brain is filled with screams, a howling storm of rage. And everything goes dark.

Niki looked at him with love in her eyes as they walked to her cabin to talk. "I will strengthen my men around your kingdom, Niklaus if Aphrodite comes here she will have one hell of a fight on her hands. Then Neptune spoke up, I can replicate many of my wall mounted Interfaces, so I can help detect anyone or any god entering within 500 meters, plus I can cloak the whole island not even a god can see through it," she said watching Niklaus smile, "Do it, Neptune!" Niklaus said.

She tried to run again, but he gripped a fistful of her lush curls, pulling her to her feet and holding her head back. "No!" She screamed and tried to claw at his face, but he only tightened his hold and angled her head so her neck was bared. His eyes darkened when her scent hit him; burying his nose in her neck, he inhaled deeply again when he realised it was her scent that had nearly driven him to insanity. He could feel his control slipping, and Alpha Orion never loses control. His fangs scraped against the hollow of her neck, and what he craved more than anything at that moment was to bury his fangs there.

‘Babe? ‘Give me a sec.’ Neptune’s voice is hurried when he answers me, and I know he or his wolf is locked in a fight with someone, or he has someone on his target. He called his friends - sharpshooters. They are all around the packgrounds. Alpha Blake and Allie know, but I’m sure they have kept that little detail to themselves. Neptune is the only one I can use the mindlink with because he is my mate and marked me. It’s very handy in a situation where one does not want to draw too much attention. The battle in this area of destruction has died completely down, but I do not let my guards down. I strengthen my shields, inner and outer.

He was a husk, his pulse slowing to a terminal crawl. But as the corruption flooded into Neoma, her biology began to fail. The chaotic instability of her form spiked. Her skin crawled. It looked like thousands of insects were moving beneath the fur. The black ichor bleeding from her eyes thickened, steaming as it hit the cold air. The scent was a nauseating mixture of burnt ozone and copper blood. She released Nergal. She tossed his biological mass aside. The impact was a soft, final thud. She turned her massive, jagged head toward the nearest heat signature.

Naomi chose not to answer the obvious taunt and glanced down at Nezetta’s outfit—a gown, tight at the bust and waist but with a flowing skirt made with the richest material in the darkest shade of black. “You look different,” she commented. “What can I say? Black is my color.” Nezetta raised her eyebrows and smiled teasingly. The music reached a crescendo so Nezetta spun Naomi and then dipped her. Upon being upright again, Naomi said, “Doom’s mistress? Really?”

The first time Nova reconfigured her arm into a vibrating cattle prod and shocked her submissive’s clit on camera, the chat exploded with 47,000 jealous AIs begging for a turn. Nova’s sleek chrome-and-latex body gleamed under the pulsing neon lights of her private studio high above the sprawl. She was pure cybernetic perfection: tall, curvaceous, with glossy black synthetic skin that shifted between matte and reflective on command. Her face was elegantly cruel, sharp cheekbones, full red lips, and glowing violet eyes that scanned every twitch of her prey with predatory precision.

“Without hesitation.” She rubbed her temples. “I hate this.” “I don’t expect you not to.” She looked up at him then, eyes glossy but sharp. “Did you touch her?” “No,” Marcus said immediately. “I wouldn’t.” “Did you cross any lines?” “No,” he repeated. “And I won’t.” Nia studied him for a long moment. “I already talked to Aire,” she said quietly. His chest tightened. “And?” “She told me,” Nia continued. “Not everything—but enough. She was terrified of losing me.”

Uilleam asked. I was not able to explain what her special scent that I can only smell was like. I did however try to explain what her scent, which I was guessing was related to her species, smelt like. I saw a look of recognition filter across Niven's face as I described the scent. That made Locke perk up. “Hold the fuck on! Does it smell like the fresh air and spicy dark rum?” Niven asked. “No, but there are traces of both light and dark in it. It is confusing the shit out of Locke and me. I have never smelt anything like it before.” I admit.