Pushkin Novels & Stories

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte

I muttered as I walked deeper into the room. I touched the edge of the bed, and I couldn’t help but frown when I felt how soft the blanket was. I had learned to sleep wherever I was put; comfort usually came with strings attached. Alexander had already told me what he expected in return: an heir. My hand dropped from the blanket. The door opened suddenly and Anna straightened as Lady Helena entered, her gaze sweeping over the room before settling on me. “You may leave,” she told Anna. Anna bowed and slipped out. Helena walked farther into the room and regarded me with the same cool assessment she always wore.

He grinned satisfactorily, “bulls eye! You brilliant girl. No wonder the old man came to you.” The expression on Rashidat’s face went from that of terror to admiration. “Oh my God! This is fascinating. I have never seen a double before…I have only seen a vampire in the movies but here you are…” She said, standing up and looking at him in awe… Odin frowned as she was getting closer as if not a bit afraid of him… “You are magnificent…” She said, holding her hand closer to touch his face but Odin caught her hand suddenly. “Oh, don’t think I am a nice man like Ichabod, I am much worse, I can suck your blood right on this floor and let you die….” He threatened.

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

The woman had harmed him a lot, but he still wanted to do this last good thing for her, being the leader that people expected him to be. I took a step away from his arms and Alexei frowned in confusion, trying to understand what was wrong. Nodding at his parents, he unwrapped his arms from around me, allowing me to approach them. I smiled, gently getting down on my knees in front of Isabella who wouldn’t remove her hand from her face. It killed her to know that her daughter was slaughtered by her own brother, and despite masking his feelings better than his wife ever could, I knew that it ripped something inside Yaroslav’s heart. The man loved his daughter, and if anything, I knew that he wa

Serena stood frozen behind the snow-covered brush, her breath locked in her throat, eyes wide in disbelief. The mist above the river had parted just enough for the moonlight to catch the figure standing in the water. But it wasn’t just a figure—it was something she’d only ever read about in stories told beside fireplaces or scrawled in worn, forbidden pages of old books. A mermaid. Ethereal, breathtaking, and impossibly real.

Hi, I’m Ashthelyn. I don’t really have a last name, but I learned it is customary to take your parents’ name in this realm. My father is Luferine, King of Ethos. So I introduce myself as Ashthelyn Luferine, rather than Ashthelyn of Ethos, 6th daughter of his Majesty King Luferine the Ender. This world has many biblical senses of Hell.

Hey guys, There has been some confusion, and it's all my fault. I knew when I was making the character of Ivan Pavlov that there might be times where he would be confused for Ivan Zeklos. I regret to inform you, but Ivan Zeklos is dead, and the Ivan mentioned in this story is Ivan Pavlov. I'll keep this confusion in mind when writing other stories, but I'm too far into this one to change it now, I'm truly sorry. ~Victoria

he almost cries, but manages to hold it together but turns placing his hand on his head, I make sure to look down so he wouldn't know I can hear his conversation. "I still don't get why, yeah he crashed the car with them inside it but that don't mean he goes to the police" Aidan says, basically talking to himself, trying to figure out why he would do it "you know I've got your back, so I'll get in contact with a mate of mine, he sells houses up in the hills and as we're mates he'll probably give me a discount" Aidan explains, pulling his phone out probably to call that friend of his, Aidan actually seems like a loyal friend, if he wasn't one of Anthony buddies, I would probably want a friend

Grisha paused and said, "Next time, see if you can convince him to record your battles. What's username again?" "Yeah... I'll try," Alia nodded. "He calls himself 'Damaged Hercules'!" "Hmm... I too am curious about this hidden veteran."