Nightlight Oc Novels & Stories

Afterwards I decide to go back upstairs and rest for the remainder of the evening. Night falls, and with it a thunderstorm stirs up. Lightening cracks and for some reason outside of my bedroom, I swear I see sinister red eyes peering in at me. Feel like it must be the exhaustion of the day. I close the blinds, turn on N*****x. I feel dread again as a precaution. I make sure the house is locked up with the deadbolts he installed. I also lock my room to make sure I am extra safe. I snuggle up with a blanket and put on the TV. I change my mind about N*****x and put on “Discovery of Witches” on A****n Prime. Wishing I could find a man like Matthew.

She pleaded towards the alpha, whose eyes were baited with something dangerous, but he backed down when he saw Myra’s pleading gaze. “This is not over, Myra.” “It is,” she said quietly as she reached for the door, closing it in his face. Myra let out a shaky breath as she leaned against the door. Hating that his scent still lingered and had her head aching, she needed something to take her mind off him, and a familiar clinic was calling her name. Thankfully, Nightclaw werewolves have adapted as the centuries passed and have modern clothes just like the normal New World. Imogen might have been telling the truth about everything, but not having cellphones.

“What do we do next?” Liam turned serious, his playful demeanor vanishing. “Cross isn’t just making a move. He’s setting a stage. He wants you desperate, backed into a corner.” Damien nodded. “Which means we don’t let him.” Liam’s gaze darkened. “There’s an auction tomorrow night. High stakes. Cross will be there, and if we play it right, we can use it to our advantage.” I frowned. “An auction?” Damien sighed. “Not the kind you’re thinking of, Ava. It’s an underground event—power, influence, money. People make deals that shape the underworld.”

The banquet ended past midnight. Luke sat in the front passenger seat of his Rolls-Royce, pressing his index finger against his temple. He had long, artist's fingers. The glow of the streetlights cast just the right shadow over his face, making his nose bridge more prominent. He looked like a sculpture straight out of a museum. "It's late now. The curfew would already be in effect by the time you return to your dorm."

With a final kiss on his forehead, Hazel whispered, "Goodnight, my little dreamer. May your dreams be filled with wonder and joy." She quietly exited the room, leaving the nightlight to cast its gentle glow, a guardian of dreams and peaceful slumber. As Hazel closed the door, the room seemed to sigh in contentment. The nightlight's soft illumination created a serene ambiance, guiding Theo through the realm of dreams. It was a magical night light, a beacon of comfort and tranquility that watched over him as he drifted into a world of imagination. She tiptoed out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar, allowing a sliver of light to guide their dreams throughout the night.

John by the Moon Goddess herself—a gift that set them apart in both strength and reputation. Their distinguishing feature lay in their wolf claws, a striking midnight blue hue that held a formidable power. Any wolf wounded by the claws of a Nightclaw could not rely on their innate wolf healing to quicken the recovery process. This ability struck fear into the hearts of both rival packs and rogue wolves alike, cementing Nightclaw’s status as one of the most powerful packs in the region.

With one final thought of gratitude towards her aunt for her unwavering support, Aqua surrendered to the darkness, allowing its gentle embrace to carry her away from the tempest of her thoughts and into the peaceful realm of dreams. As Aqua's eyelids drooped with drowsiness, the rhythmic patter of rain against her window lulled her towards sleep. However, her rest was abruptly interrupted by the sound of rocks clattering against the glass. Startled, she sat up in bed, her heart pounding with apprehension. Peering through the darkness, she made out a figure standing outside her window. It was Damon, his expression etched with worry. Aqua's initial shock gave way to concern as she hurriedly ma

I feel Vincenzo stroke his fingers against my underwear, and I bite my lip as I feel myself becoming wet just from his simple touch. “Um…” Vincenzo presses his fingers against my pussy harder, applying pressure to my clit. How can he find it without even looking? This man must have sonar in his fingers. I take a deep breath in and try to focus. “It’s called the Night Sky Pack. It’s in Central California. Not really near anything cool. Very secluded,” I speak quickly, almost losing my breath. I take a piece of bread from the middle of the table and bite into it hard as Vincenzo applies more pressure to my clit.

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.

I finally got back to him after giving it some consideration for a while, and I told him: "Yes, I do. However, why do you ask at this hour?" After that, he let out a chuckle and offered his response, "primarily on account of the fact that we are planning to violate one of the guidelines later on tonight. We're going to get it on in the open air, in the middle of the day. In addition to that, I don't care if anyone sees us." My anxiety was through the roof, and I couldn't help but giggle nervously before asking, "what do you mean?" Before saying anything else, Jack reached over and took my hand in his "Let's get some exercise and head to the beach on foot, shall we? Because of how quickly it