Noragami Novels & Stories

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

His hands sliding down her arms to the side of her breasts. Morrigan squirmed and bit her lips as tears started to stream down her eyes. He reverted his hands. Morrigan opened her eyes just to see him watching her intently. No, he was not watching her face but her body. The fabric is thin that when the wrapper was unraveled it revealed a nearly translucent dress that hugs her body. She shook her head, her eyes pleading with him. But he was too focused to stare at her body. He ripped the thin fabric that hides Morrigan's body away from his gaze.

My heart did not slow - but it stopped clawing at my ribs. Next came the silk. A narrow strip of deep, smoky grey. I lifted it between my fingers, letting the fabric slide like liquid. This, Orion had said, was for him - a distraction he favored. Not sex, not obedience. Something else. Something she could not quite name aloud. I laid the silk out neatly beside the desk.

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

THIRD PERSON POV The showroom of Maison de Soie located in Victoria Island was a sanctuary of silent, obscene wealth. It smelled of expensive French lavender, Lemon zest, and the crisp, starchy scent of imported tulle and other fabrics. Thick, cream-colored fluffy rug swallowed the sound of footsteps, and the floor-to-ceiling mirrors reflected rows of mannequin torsos draped in ivory silk, white Chantilly, hand-beaded lace, and crystals that caught the morning sun. It was a place meant for blissful, exotic and expensive brides. For Ada, it was an exciting moment. For Josh, it was a waiting room.

Like breathing. After twenty minutes, the lab feels warmer. Calmer. The beginning of a small woven panel starts forming beneath my hands. This is how stories begin in fabric. Thread by thread. Memory by memory. I'm so focused I don't hear the door open. But I feel it. That strange sensation of being watched. I look up. And freeze. Standing in the doorway—coat damp from rain—is Adrian Hale. For a moment neither of us speaks. The fluorescent light above us flickers slightly.

Bridget Matthews It was a lilac dress with spaghetti straps, one that clung to my body except for the thigh high slit running up the left leg, and below the dress……I laughed “what do you know? There’s a cloak in here” fur lined and …….a deep purple. I made a quick work of putting it on, curling my hair, I didn’t bother with make-up. At least I’ll look colorful.

Feeling proud, he opened the page to the place where his written interview was located. "Would you like to consume something, sir?" "Yes. Honey tea." "Alright, it will be ready soon." Joana went out, and while Oriaga went through every line of the thousands of words that made up the sentence, he was still able to find some of her photos to be interesting. 'ORIAGA NIEL THOMPSON, Successful Young Businessman, Handsome and Charming.' "Grandma should see it when I get home." Oriaga closed the magazine and stacked it among the other documents. Then he pulls out a 'mood board' belonging to one of his designers, which he had gotten on loan about a month earlier.

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”