Otherworldly Attraction Novels & Stories

I stood by the window, feeling strangely disoriented, as if I were in another lifetime. "Happy New Year, Zachary," Melissa said, leaning closer. Her warm breath brushed against my ear, making it tingle. I turned to meet her deep gaze. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and my heart skipped a beat. "Happy New Year, Melissa." She leaned even closer to my ear and whispered, "I like you." Outside, the fireworks continued to bloom, their brilliant colors reflecting on both our faces.

His slender yet athletic physique seemed sculpted by the gods themselves, each contour and curve a testament to the sublime beauty of the omega. As he moved, his very presence commanded attention, like a magnet drawing metal to its core. His scent, an intoxicating blend of rose petals and vanilla, wafted through the air, entrancing all who breathed it in. Time itself seemed to bend to his will, slowing to a crawl as he entered the room. Hearts halted, breaths caught, and minds reeled in awe. This was no mere mortal; this was an Omega of unparalleled beauty, a shining star destined to captivate the hearts of all who laid eyes on him. My heart pounding, I closed the door behind him. What now?

Karina gasp, she felt like she was being sucked into darkness, its felt like he could see through her every being, like he was a soul eater and she was just there waiting for him to do whatever he want to her. Her body heated up, her heart beating so fast, her eyes going into a daze the more she looked into his eyes, and the sound of her name dragged her deep into his world, enchanting her, filling her with rising desire, goosebumps rise in her skin, and her body shivered from the chilliness in his touch.

The Tarragon species… they seem like a powerful race, and they look used to battle, especially with the swords and axes they carry. Like always, his kiss is so amazing—I really, really like it! No wonder his tongue has a different texture, that little suction sensation must be part of their anatomy. Otherworldly creatures from another planet… and it’s driving me crazy. But I can’t just reject them. They are my mates—the ones destined for me, my other halves. Just thinking about rejecting them is too painful, and I don’t think I can do it. They accepted me even when they thought I was just a weak human.

A whimper within me blocked all the noises of rationality that I have. I lowered my gaze to the floor. “ I just want to go home. Please. Let’s go home.” “ Look at me.” My head shook in denial. Looking at him will only make me tremble. They say his eyes are cursed and I know the reason why. It's tangled with something dark. A danger reflects in his orbs. Something, that even I, cannot handle. “ Santoro.” I denied his touch.

He turned looking concerned, asked if I was cold, I shook my head no, and we continued our walk. He hugged my waist to pull me closer to him and said, “you know I’ve never felt this sort of attraction for anyone else before… A level of comfort that makes me weary of you but makes me want to be with you no matter what.” ‘I wish it was real,’ I thought. ‘What we feel is real, the attraction is there and something else I can’t decipher,’ Chipped in Selena. ‘Maybe is my Luna aura that draws him to me.’ ‘No, it’s beyond that. It’s like his wolf is also calling out to me, pulling me, requesting my presence,’ she called out.

As we hurried away in the rain, I could feel his warm touch, fair enough to calm my body from the cold of the night. I felt as if I was being taken to another world, similar to the one in my dream. There were strange noises all around us, and the water pouring down on us abruptly stopped. The enchanting feeling was there, as though my body was absorbing vigor from my surroundings. It was familiar yet strange to me. And the next thing I knew was when I opened my eyes; I was in another world. A world they called Olympus.

She felt confident enough to add: "I don't want to offend any of you, but... You call yourselves princes, queens, and powerful creatures... Only, where is this power when it is needed? If they can't detect a creature that belongs to hell, how can they avoid an attack from them? "We never have to avoid it," said Octavius, calm. He was still smiling, Anne remained serious." As I said, supernatural creatures have affinity, they can get acquainted more easily. They are attracted to each other. You can say that it is Destiny, or any creature responsible for our stories, but the reality is that we never get close to what is not really made to find us. In the supernatural world and in the human wor

“Something… or someone… is out there.” Clara swallowed hard. She recognized the feeling immediately—the same energy from last night. Her heartbeat quickened. The villains were here. Somehow, they had followed her into this strange, bright world. Mike stood and moved closer to her. “Clara, whatever this is… we need to be careful. I don’t know what it is yet, but I can feel it too. You’re not alone. And we’ll figure it out.” Clara nodded, gripping the pendant. “I… I don’t know if I’m ready.”

He had breathed her scent for his entire existence and it had always registered as simply true, the way breathing registered as simply true, the way everything that was constant and present and good registered as simply true without requiring conscious attention. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Tonight it required conscious attention. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Because underneath the familiar, underneath the warmth and the specific sweetness that was hers, there was something else. Something layered in with what he knew, something that did not belong to Eden or to their shared life or to anything he had a category for. Something that smelled of ozone and something he could only call starfire, a cold electric e