Paranoid Supermale Novels & Stories

Cain stood up and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the migraine that was building with the sudden onslaught of his hyper-conscious senses. "Don't worry about it." He walked over to the wet bar and poured the last remaining liter of blood from the plastic bag into the stainless steel shaker. "I'm out," he said, showing Daniel the empty bag. "Already?" Daniel asked incredulously. "You've gone through five bags in two days..." "I can start going through people if you'd like," Cain said shortly. He noticed how uncomfortable his comment made Daniel and he shook his head. "It's her," he admitted. "What do you mean?"

Grayson had an ample supply of all three. He stood up, walked toward the modern bathroom that connected to his office. The man in the mirror exuded power—a lined, expensively tailored suit, high cheekbones and piercing icy blue eyes so effective a person wouldn’t be able to fight through with just one glance. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall off his shoulders. He had a deep cut along his back, a painful memory scarred in flesh. Above it, a tattoo, bold and intentional, stated: Pain is the forge, power is the result, and success is the triumph of enduring both.

The black vampires quickly prepared for battle. A bloody clash broke out, interrupted only by a roar from afar. “ASMAL!” shouted Supreme Atcandis. His eyes glowed red, claws extended, fangs exposed as he soared through the sky. The whites trembled and fled before their own Supreme could even arrive. “ASMAL!” the Supreme cried again, his fury intensifying at the sight of his son with scratches on his face and torn clothes. The Supreme flew like paper in the wind and mercilessly decapitated the remaining whites still present.

I sit frozen, knowing this is usually when my fantasies end hoping more than anything that this time, I am wrong. As if he hears my thoughts, he looks at me before slowly standing up. I watch his gorgeous shoulders as he slowly rises revealing thick muscular calves attached to strong knees and I barely glance his full toned thighs when I gasp so hard, I lose my breath. I could feel my head instinctively tilting slightly to the side to try and get the full image. There can be no way a man this gorgeous could not only exist but to have such a massive cock. It was un fucking believable, not only was it about two inches above his knee it was as thick as my wrist, and as if that were not enough

In the living room, I saw a door that I did not know where it was going, so I opened that door without thinking and went inside. I raised my eyes as I entered the room. I was stunned to see Sanam drinking alcohol but a cracking sound grabbed my attention suddenly. My lips parted as his condition was…...too bad! His eyes were totally red as if he wanted to kill someone right now. His sleeves were rolled up, reaching his elbows and showing his muscled and tattooed arms. It was the first time I noticed a tattoo on his left forearm. It was like an aesthetic design of a compass and an arrow was passing through it. Something was also written around and it was carved very meticulously.

I never knew that this place existed in real life. Since I was young, I was locked up in an orphanage. And we aren't allowed to go out. I always wished that someone would adopt me. And that is my most regret in life. I thought I already saw rainbows and butterflies when Odin adopted me. But I was mistaken. The day he adopted me is the day my nightmare starts. I was just six years old back then when he brought me to The Ora. This is a secret criminal organization build-up of Hybrids and extraordinary beings with one mission: to destroy the world.

Serena thought she would burst from the pleasure he was giving her as he kept pounding into her core, She clung onto him when she heard his moans, his grunts, as he fastened his pace, until her body exploded in one orgasms after another feeling his as well. Resting ontop of her, alex tried to calm his heartbeat, that was the best sex he ever had all his life, towering over to her, he saw her eyes fluttering open and he gave her a tender kiss, "you are amazing, so damn beautiful". Rolling off her and onto his back as his breathing returned to normal, a thought hit him, he sat up and quickly looked over to her with alarm in his eyes. "Oh, damnit! I forgot to put on a condom, please tell me you

So, was Delbert having a relapse of his paranoia? "Do you regret it?" Seeing her confused face, Delbert suddenly leaned in, his eyes cold and dark, clearly obsessive to the extreme. "But it's too late. Once these chains are on you, don't even dream about taking them off!" Delbert's handsome, cold face gradually turned fierce; his voice carried a hint of ferocity and cruelty, chilling to the bone. "From now on, you shall be my caged bird. You know, I'm that kind of man: paranoid and extremely possessive!"

I say. He laughs. “At the risk of lowering your already low opinion of me, the truth is I’ve never been in a relationship with any woman that I didn’t end up hating after a few months. There was no way in hell I was going to risk being stuck with some bitch for the rest of my life.” I can’t help it. I start to laugh. “So you’re the stereotypical alpha male then. But what about the name - Henry Hull. In the hospital, they said that was the name of an old actor.”

Dax smiled. "What?" Tamera shouted. "It was my great grandmother's." Dax replied. "I'm still trying to wrap my head around what you are." Tamera said. "I'm still me. Still the man you fell in love with. There's just an extra part of me you don't know." Dax explained. "Is that part dangerous to me?" Tamera asked. "No. You're my mate and mates can't hurt each other." Dax tried explaining. "What does mate mean?" Tamera asked.