Oscuro Novels & Stories

“Are you done? I’m going to sleep.” “I mean it, Scarlet.” He kissed me on the lips. “Other than me, I don’t know who can take care of you and healing your wounds. Let me be your lover, Scarlet.” “Whatever, I’m not listening.” I closed my ears with my hands and turned towards the wall to go to sleep. This Sin had to be out of his mind, I thought. With my tiredness, I soon drifted into slumberland. However, the slumberland I saw was not one of those pastel-coloured dreams filled with clouds. It was dark and lava was oozing over the black earth. Above me, bats circled the black, empty sky.

Fer is scrambling to her feet and I know we are in big, big trouble. Suddenly there is the thud of a heavy force meeting a solid object, there is a yelp and then there is silence. I hadn't realised I had squeezed my eyes shut. I open them and I see the second biggest wolf I've ever seen. All in one night. This one is covered in bright copper-coloured fur that almost seems to pulse with light. He has his jaws around the hunter's throat. The hunter blinks, unable to move without risking having his throat torn out.

I didn't know how much time had passed, but I felt completely drained. I didn't want to move, so I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep. When I woke up, the sky outside had already darkened. The dim yellow glow of the streetlights reflected on the window. "Hey, you're awake. Still feeling tired?" Leon asked. "What time is it?" "Still not 7:00 pm." I curled up further under the covers, and Leon switched on the light. The events of the afternoon rushed back to me. I buried my face in my hands, not wanting to get out of bed.

The man wearing his silver suits entered. "My name is Nicolai, that's my english name. We've just arrived from Korea. I'm with my friend. Sorry he felt sick." "Oh, I'm sorry to heard that. What's his name Sir?" The lady in front asked again. "He's name is Owen, Owen Cruz. Can you please help me to send him to his room? His really sick." Nicolai asked for help.

Aurora knew that asking this question was already out of the equation because Bigfoot would never reschedule, she was thrown in the middle between these two men. “Don’t make me find you Aura” he threatened and ended the call. “What should I do?” She muttered under her breath as she slumped on the bed, why did that brood have to have an early morning meeting today of all days anyways? ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… “Coffee” Aurora said as she dropped the mug in front of Malcolm and he clenched his fist. “Take it away” he growled slowly and she squinted her eyebrows in confusion, “ I said take it away” he added again.

I turned to face the menacing faces of Lucas' men, their eyes filled with a twisted sense of power. "Gotcha," one of them sneered, tightening his hold on my arm. I struggled, but their grip was unyielding. They dragged me through the wreckage, towards the heart of darkness itself, Alpha Lucas. As we approached Lucas, his piercing gaze met mine. The Alpha exuded an aura of dominance, his presence commanding and intimidating. I could see the bloodlust in his eyes, the hunger for power that had driven him to destroy my village. "Welcome, little lamb," Lucas growled, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

Ice and I share an anxious glance before retracing our steps and sitting back down on the couch. This time, Gray and Bo sit down too. Bo takes a seat on the chair to my right. Gray sits down on the coffee table in front of us. “Like I said, Abraxas cares about blood purity,” He says slowly. “It is possible that he may… Expect certain things in exchange for the wolfsbane we need.” “What do you mean?” Ice asks. “He may want an alliance between our packs,” he explains.

It carried a tray with three glowing vials—one green, one red, one black—each pulsing with unnatural light. The figure approached the cage and uncorked the green vial first. With terrifying gentleness, it held the glass to the wolf’s mouth. Circe thrashed violently, her white fur catching the torchlight like moonfire. This was the first time Lydia had seen her wolf in full color. Circe had always been a deep brown—large, strong, grounded. But now… she was massive. Nearly twice the size Lydia remembered, her fur a rare, glistening snow-white. An ancient color. A sacred one.