Rimming Novels & Stories

I think I understand what she means. "Sissy, pardon me for asking this but... have you done it with him?" My eyes widened after hearing her question. I can feel my face warming. "N-No, course not." I've heard of the marking ritual, also known as the mating ritual; it literally means sexual intercourse. Following the mating ritual, the male werewolf's bite mark will appear between the neck and the shoulder. Then their bond will grow stronger, both physically and metaphysically. Their minds and souls will be linked, and they will sense each other's essence. They will also have a mind link, allowing them to communicate with one another through their minds.

If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black. The feeling of the pendant against her skin was both grounding and empowering. The cool touch of the silver filigree and the smooth surface of the gemstone provided a tactile reminder of her connection to her heritage and the protection it offered. The runes and symbols etched into the silver felt cool against her skin, their presence reassuring her that she was protected and that her powers were being kept in check.

The pattern follows a sequence, but something about it feels deliberate—like a hidden message waiting to be uncovered. I fill in a missing value. Evelyn does the next. Slowly, the numbers take shape. Then it clicks. “It’s spelling something,” I murmur. Evelyn’s gaze flicks up. “What?” I press my hand against the final inscription and whisper the answer. “Frinx.” The second the word leaves my lips, the equations glow brilliant gold, their light spreading like veins through the stone. A low, grating rumble shakes the ground, and dust cascades from the cavern ceiling.

" He nodded. ''You wouldn't be doing any hunting in this school Rhinehart.'' He said and it was my turn to nod. He looked suspicious. ''How would you be able to feed?'' ''My father's servants would bring me blood daily.'' A flicker of disgust passed through his eyes as he nodded. ''And how would you tell them to start -- sending the blood parcels?'' ''I... It's an arrangement that has already been made.'' He nodded a again and brought out a chip from his pocket and pinned it in my hair. ''You will wear this always Vampire or I'll hunt you down and kill you like you never mattered.'' Then he stood up and unlocked the door and I was only to eager to scurry out, yet when I got to the door, he b

yellow skin. You see their skin has taken in so much UV light from their many suns that it literally glows... Their planet has no night. I don't know much more about them... They have six competing in the harvest. Froles come from the planet Frole. They are slim and fast. Frole has almost no trees so their speed and slim builds come in handy when hunting. They are wild-like in personality and features. Their skin is striped from their head down to their toes. They are striped so they can blend in with the grass that covers most of their planet. They see great at night and are similar to the big cats on your planet when it comes to hunting. They typically choose females from their own planet

Months bled into months until the madness finally fucking won. Elle’s ghost squatted in every corner of my skull, smiling sideways, blood on her teeth, that profile... I was one bad night from swallowing a bullet just to shut the bitch up. Light. Fire. Distraction. Every room Rafael Goldman breathes in has to burn or glow. If it doesn’t, I flick the French lighter Heavy Dupont, gold worn soft by my thumb. Every click of it, for my sanity. and watch the flame eat the dark.

The door wasn’t locked and she shut it behind her as one of the Hounds growled. While her room had been spartan, Lilith’s was the opposite. Her demon mother enjoyed material possessions and adorned her bedroom with silk sheets and dark wood furniture. The vanity table was covered in jewelry of different gemstones, gleaming gold, and sparkling silver. Callie was after something more valuable than all the jewelry combined.

Maybe that will make me feel a little better. Thoughtfully looking at him for a minute (although her heart beat happily, and her lips wanted to stretch out in a happy smile to the point of madness), she silently nodded and turned to the seller who approached and spoke to us. We probably left about two hours later, because I had to try on about twenty rings, until Maxim chose a gold rim made of ordinary yellow gold, in the center of which there was an intricately intertwined rim of white and blue gold. On my ring, the weave was hardly noticeable, due to the small size, but on the large Maxim ring it was clearly visible.

He sat in the chair that the other man indicated and pulled Rye into his lap. “You ready?” Gremlin asked and before Chance could respond, Rye nodded. Chance’s jaw fell open as Gremlin removed her ring and placed some numbing cream on her finger. Gremlin then loaded the gun with ink and motioned for Chance to take his ring off. With expert moves, he wrote out Duchess Ryanne staked on top of each other in an elegant script. The D and R intertwined with each other.