Nevermore Novels & Stories

“What about you?” “Me?” “Are you done for the night, or did that make you horny?” “Not done,” I said, warmth filling my cheeks. Dario reached for the hem of my blouse and pulled it over my head. “Good.” The next morning, our new foursome—Miguel, Armando, Camila, and I—went to Emerald Club. Dario assured me that everything would be all right, despite his talk of taking over and worries from within. To say I was nervous was an understatement. It didn’t help that Dario called me as we were on our way.

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak

This love remained undiminished by her contempt. He left the room in the end, while Mia sought refuge on her bed, trembling at the thought of his return. He returned to the bar, unleashing the full force of his anger, the fury and the helplessness of feeling less than a stranger, feeling used. He destroyed everything in his path, sowing fear in the hearts of those who witnessed his rampage. He shattered objects as if they were the very man who had stolen the heart of the only woman he had ever loved – the only woman he had accepted as his, even though she never truly was.

<★★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★★> Damon stood in the dimly lit room, his eyes scanning the remnants of his brother’s life that had been left untouched since the day of his death. The air was heavy with the scent of old wood and dust, a somber reminder of the time that had passed. This room, once vibrant with the energy of his brother, was now a mausoleum, filled with memories too painful to revisit. Damon had avoided this place for so long, unable to face the reality of his brother's absence. But today, something had drawn him in, a need to connect with the person he had lost so tragically.

“I took Mathias’ head as he was running to the other side of the circle drive. He was running toward Lady Tischler and the Chosen One.” “ARRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHH” I screamed. Lightning flashed. “Morgenstern has also fallen My Lady.” I snapped my head toward him. “Do we have any allies left?!” I strangled another scream in my throat. Magnus sighed “Morgenstern is gone, Rask is dead, Gad has disappeared; likely dead. Faaborg and Vestergaard crossed sides. There is no reason to believe they have swapped back.” “So, in short, no” I snapped. “How did this happen!?” I kicked at the foot of my throne.

"Mira, this is my second warning. For the next while, behave yourself. Otherwise, next time, the cigarette lands on your face." She shoved me away and burst into tears. "I'm going to the hospital tomorrow to tell Grandpa what you did." "No need," I said coldly. "You do not deserve to see him." Because she would never see him again. Just minutes earlier, I had received the message. Grandpa was gone. As the founder of the Whitmore Group, his death was not something we could announce casually. There were family matters, business arrangements, and funeral procedures to handle. For the next three days, I prepared his private funeral while working day and night at the company.

A second scout wolf staggered in, three claw marks gouged deep across his chest—bone visible. "The vampires crossed the Blackwater. If the barrier doesn't go up now, the outer villages are lost." I stopped. I could walk away from the Fenravens. But the pack—the pups, the families—they had nothing to do with this. I turned to head for the Moon Tower. A gasp ripped through the air behind me. Mother swayed, face pale, collapsing into Lila's arms. Then Alpha pressure crashed onto my shoulders like a mountain. My knees slammed into the ground. My wolf spirit howled in agony.