Night Mare The World Novels & Stories

A shake of his head was a reply. “What else do you have on his? What sort of criminal is he?” Raising his eyes, he peered at her. “Not only is he a human trafficker, He belongs to the biggest sex club in the country. He is also a serial killer, and he has a whole family of young men who help him kidnap girls. This man I am talking about is really dangerous; we have to find him.” “How come the Mafia are good guys now?” She placed a finger on her chin. “I mean, what does the most dangerous man in the world want to do with him?”

I choked and coughed and he blew more smoke through the bars. “Yeah, keep choking on that nonsense. By the way, our world is called Lunae, and it’s Uncle Ian’s territory. The Moon Goddess’ gift to us as her beloved children. That little patch of land that you wolves have been fighting over and running around on is… well, it’s complicated. Think of it like a backyard or a porch or something.” “You’re lying.” I chocked. Lunae had been in a book I had read, some part of a history class that I barely remembered.

“What’s in that?” Emma’s good mood vanished as she turned solemn, “Blood.” She gulped looking queasy, “it’s for Damion if he is uninterested in the girls they bring him.” Yuck. Vampires were monsters and Damion just proved my view on them. “Can you help me move my stuff?” I shivered thinking of sleeping in the same room as Eric. Emma looked apologetic, “I heard. I’m sorry Val lucky for you Eric usually leaves at night.”

The moon hung high over Nighthaven, its silver glow casting deep shadows through the dormitory windows. In her bed, Zoe’s breaths slowed, her consciousness drifting as sleep took over. But tonight, there was no quiet darkness; instead, she was drawn into a world alive with silver mist and haunting echoes -a dream, yet much more than a simple dream. This was a vision.

She stood before me, wearing nothing but a flimsy red nightie that barely hid anything, her curves emphasized by the delicate fabric. I gulped, trying to regain control over my emotions as they threatened to overwhelm me. She shifted from one foot to another, her movements captivating, and my gaze followed her every gesture, unable to tear away. I couldn't help but notice how her breasts strained against the fabric of her nightie, her nipples hardened, a clear indication of her arousal. My body responded instinctively, blood rushing to my cock as desire coursed through me. My eyes traveled down her body, noting the lack of anything underneath her nightie. A low growl escaped my throat as my

“Do you remember that book I used to read to you? The one that talked about a world beyond this one? A much better world.” He lifts his head at once. “Yes!” He nearly hops in place, sudden energy flashing through his grief. “Of course I remember!” “It was called Selene’s Kingdom,” I continue, tightening my fingers around his hand, grounding myself as much as him. “Wolves like us and all of Selene’s creations go there when their purpose in this world has ended.” I manage a smile, though it feels fragile, like it might shatter if I hold it too long. Nicholas frowns, confusion knitting his small brows together. We stop walking.

"I actually heard that the Moon Crawler lost her mind and cheesed off on Melpomene, his Highness's 'sister'!" Paige chinwagged, her face blooming red from laughter. "Poor her, she must not know that the evil day is the Cold Night!" Paige guffawed and shortly later, Mario joined her and soon both were lost in their world. With a heart skipping a beat, Amethyst staggered back, taken aback by the news she had just informally received. "The Cold Night?! A night where all the ghosts wake up, with her glowing skin, the world might die…!" Amethyst curled her fingers around her neck, her figure began trembling as soon as her mind was captured by poisonous thoughts.

He cried. Mara's hair swayed with the wind as she stand on the balcony of her room. The Netherworld was not she thought it would be. She thought she'll be seeing countless violent acts in a day but she saw unity instead of what she used to hear in the land of the living and in the Eternal. There really is no sunrise in this place but she can tell when its day or night since the sky is bright at day and two moons greetd each other good night in the next twelve hours.

“Go back to sleep Moxie, I’ll see you at the festivities.” With those words, Anton slipped out of the room, leaving me alone in the warming bed. Like the supportive wife that I am, I forced myself to get up and prepare for the day. This festival was supposed to celebrate my third year as his Luna, but it felt more like a fragile mask hiding a dark reality. Every day the hospital admitted more infected wolves. Every day another treatment failed. Every day we lost someone.

He purred my name and I shivered as I felt his words caress me. I stifled a groan and glared again. "I'm not sleeping beside you." I corrected. The corners of his full, sensuous lips tugged upwards and widened into a smile that was all teeth and sharp canines. "Then don't. I should warn you though. Neradia and Elysium are different. In Elysium, the elementals come out to play at night."