Otherworldly Attraction Novels & Stories

I say aloud as I walk to take a shower. Finishing up my shower, I step out to dry off when my mind goes back to the kiss. ’The pull between us was almost as if something magical was happening but what on earth would a vampire and a wolf have in common? Absolutely nothing.’ I trail off in my head when my phone rings on the counter. I sigh, wrapping the towel around me, picking up my phone.

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

She was melting, drowning in pleasure and she never wanted it to end. Before she could plead for more than he was giving her, he pulled the hem of her shirt up just far enough to expose her breasts. Cool air caressed her naked skin as he leaned in. The scrape of stubble against her tender skin was erotic as hell and when he cupped the weight of her in his hand and dragged his tongue across the sensitive center, she couldn’t hold back a soft cry. Grabbing his head, Khalia arched her back and pulled him closer. He obliged with a low sound of satisfaction and took her into his mouth. Her eyes fell closed under the lash of pleasure.

They were vicious and filled the hearts of other wolf packs with fear. They were worshipped like gods and manipulated other wolves to do their bindings, they formed the association of the underworld, distinguishing the wolves from the humans, it was treacherous to have anything to do with the humans and it could cause a death sentence on anyone caught with a human. Great Lycan Silva was the first Lycan to be born and his birth was to be a salvation to all of the underworld… or not.

They needed the call. "No one really messes with me." She smirked as she unwrapped the bar of chocolate, her heart dancing with joy. Attracta had just exited the class headed for the next one, a chilled bottle of water in her hands. She walked into the rowdy class headed to her reserved seat beside Yetty when Tope approached her. "You act like you're untouchable huh? Like some... some demigod?" Tope ranted and Attracta couldn't look anymore puzzled.

Leera asks quietly. “Sabbax is the witch’s realm. Like the werewolves have Zabella and humans have Earth. Each paranormal being has their own realm populated with only their kind and their mates. Others can cross and visit and such, but it takes special approval to be accepted within another realm,” I try to explain as clearly as I can. “So, like when we, I mean humans, try to move to another country?” Her nose scrunches as she tries to piece everything together. “Yes, Sunshine, much like that.”

Unlike some people. I realised, with a jolt that felt very unfair, that I was… attracted to him. Not Cassie’s leftover desire. Mine. Fawn’s. Or whatever version of me existed now. Maybe I was a mix of the two. But I had read a book once about the supernatural that said two soul-minds could not co-exist peacefully, there would always be a fight for control. It made me think of The Exorcist. I wasn’t acting like that, though. I gave a small shudder at the thought. But I was different.

Her scent, her breath, the fire in her eyes… they were like dangerous potions making him lose his sanity. “Woman, what are you doing to me?” Noah whispered, still holding her hand. He wanted to tell her so much in that moment—how she haunted him, how he was bewitched, how he was having sleepless nights. How he could still feel the softness of her skin, how his body burned when he remembered the sensation of being inside her. Her tightness, how her walls clung to him, how she moaned and screamed his name… Ingrid’s lips moved, but no sound came out. That only made her look even more alluring. He was in big trouble. Being even five—no, ten—meters near her was lethal. He needed distance.