Nightcrawler X Reader Novels & Stories

my wolf grimaces in horror, feeling just as vulnerable as myself as we’re thrown consciously back into the mindset of our unshifted self mere months before. “Hello, wolfy,” the familiar Nightcrawler walks beneath the flickering streetlight on the entranceway of the alley, its tattooed head coming into view as it licks its razor-thin lips as a cruel smile twists them, “Remember me? You should do,” he grins coldly.

“I am afraid there is no cure for Mad Wolf disease, Xyrra. I am truly sorry.” °°°°°°° Author Note: Dear Gentle Readers, what do you think of Alpha Sinclair and the Night Walkers? Will Ryker and Xyrra survive this? Do you believe that (like the theme of the contest this story is currently participating in) “Love Conquers All”? Two more chapters before the ending! Please stay tuned and if you enjoy this story, pretty please with a cherry on top give it a 5-star review and donate a gem! Thanks a million!

Now that shadow had found its way between my thighs. I rolled onto my back, staring up at the cracked ceiling where a single candle had burned down to a stub hours ago. The scar on my belly continued to glow softly, its warmth spreading like liquid gold through my veins. I remembered the night I stole from him. The adrenaline, the fear, the way Drake’s dragon scale had sealed the knife wound I received when security nearly caught me. That scar had become a living reminder of two men who had marked me in very different ways. Drake with fleeting passion and ultimate rejection. Jax with this new, terrifying hunger that refused to let me hide.

But the gilded gold title was what caught my eye. Vampyres and their Nightmates My breath came in short, quick gasps, and I watched my hands reach for the book and flip it over as an observer, rather than an active participant. I could feel the book between my hands, even as my fingers moved without my permission, or my guidance; I could feel its strange, almost fuzzy texture, and I could smell the musty old-paper smell as I pressed it flat, open on the page Kathrena had been reading. Then it felt as though my dead heart stopped beating for a second time. Kathrena had been reading chapter five, but even as I read the embossed V I could see the chapter title beneath:

But these aren’t the detectives one would expect at a crime scene. “This is definitely one of the twins. Clear this shit up, I don’t want any form of human interference in this. Especially the police, that would just be bad for business”. “We found this ma’am” one of the goons walk to the red haired woman and hands a book to her. “What is this?” “Have a look”. She opens the book and sees his name, Drago Morningstar. “O, what do we have here?”, she says to herself and flips the next page to see another name, Nightmare.

Connie smiled and filled me with hope by saying: “Th… that’s ri… right, Da… Damy, sh… she’s worth it. If y… you n… need to crawl, do wh… what y… you ha… have to do, man.” Almost two in the morning and I can’t sleep, apparently someone else is up too. When I get to the living room, Hunter is sitting on the couch reading one of the sugary romances he loves so much. Go figure my brother! The guy is like a war tank and is in love with erotic novels, flowers and chick flicks. He looks at me from up his glasses and he sinks the knife without pity.

She must be the one to ransack my room looking for ‘Tome of Prophecy’. When Tacy came to me earlier today. She told me that she had accidentally read a text Xui Lin was sending someone in the kitchen. It was late in the night and Tacy found it odd that Xu was there standing in a corner, texting someone, so Tacy quietly drew close enough to read what she was sending without being detected. Lycans have sharp eyesight and they can easily read from a distance. The contents of her text shook her. She was telling someone that Karica and you had survived what they had plotted and was asking for her next move.

As the alpha of one of the packs in the city, the Shadow Crawlers had tried to recruit him several times, only for him to refuse their offer and working as a freelancer, assisting them when he was needed. It was after Sienna’s death he joined Shadow Crawlers full-time, hoping to find her killer and hunting down the vile criminals. He donned his glasses, adjusting them over the bridge of his nose. “Let’s get the hell out of here.” *** Asher was once again in the graveyard with red roses. He glanced around, scanning the surroundings as he eyed the shining black marble that was clean as usual. He always wondered who cleaned Sienna’s grave every day. Initially, he thought it must be the caretake

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It was unnerving. I watched as he whispered something to the woman. She stopped, got off her knees, wiped her mouth, and kissed the man’s cheek, then moved down the row to another bed where a man beckoned her. The guy staring at me then rose, pulled up his white briefs and began walking toward me. “Girl, he is coming this way! Let me go. I see something I like, anyway. Have fun!” “Lisa! No! Don’t go,” I whispered, yelling, but it was too late. She was gone, her attention grabbed by a very sexy guy covered in tattoos and nothing else. As I turned to monitor my cousin, I was nearly face to face with my watcher.