Rock And A Hard Place Supernatural Novels & Stories

I woke to the sound of Britney Spears’ voice blasting near my ear. I winced and flinched away from the sound as Ashley groaned loudly, shifting and pressing her face into the side of my neck. Her hand blindly slapped onto her bedside cabinet, looking for something. I smiled, a little confused, then I realised she was reaching for her cell phone. I laughed as I noticed what the Britney song actually was, ‘Womanizer’ was blasting way too loud for this time of the morning.

Those are the question I am curious with, but was afraid to ask because I can’t afford to lose my power again. I went down and watch from distance, I could hear Harold’s happy thoughts about seeing his sister. He has a lot of plan in his head. He is a longing brother, what on heaven do we want? Why can’t we just let him be happy and have his only family back? Gideon is waiting on the other edge of the highway; he took his sword and wave it, in an instance it goes into Harold’s consciousness. In a second he bumped into another vehicle, and I found myself inside his car covering him. A dark light surrounds us, a man whom I don’t know is pulling me away from Harold’s body.

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

"Hayden. I don't... I don't understand this. This isn't. What is this place? Why are you here? What's happening to me?" Hayden approached me, his presence both comforting and unsettling. He reached out, his fingers gently touching my cheek. "Ava, you are more connected to the supernatural world than you realize. Your bracelet, your ancestry, it all plays a role in the events that are unfolding. You arent really here, you wouldn't remember me. its a dream. You have nothing to fear." My eyes widened, and I touched the obsidian stones hanging from my bracelet. "What about this?"

I tug at the top of my hoodie, pulling it further down over my head as I weave my way through the smelly humans. Once I reach the building Zander directed me to, a small sigh escapes my lips with relief. According to Zander, this place was an apartment complex which was originally built by a witch, and it was passed down through the generations. They didn’t usually accept wolves, but he’d put in a good word, and me having the rent in cash didn’t hurt either.

“Six…” She holds her hand in front of him. “Five…”. She pleaded, “Please Ryan…Don’t!!!...”. “Four…”. Her eyes widened. “Three…”. She takes a step forward. “Two…”. She holds him. “One…”. She pushed him aside. …!!!!.BANG!!!... A gunshot echoed in the surrounding. When Ryan turns to look at Tara, he gets numb. She was covered in blood. Tara takes a bullet on herself… To save her Ruthless Rockstar…! ***************************

This might be another criminal in the guise of being my saviour. I’m not even halfway through my escape when I feel a hand on my shoulder making me freeze. I don’t turn. “It’s dangerous out here, you shouldn’t be going around at night by yourself,” a voice says from behind me. It sounds soft and soothing and I almost lean into their touch. “It’s not by choice,” I tel him. “And if you’ll remove your hand, I have a place to be.” He withdraws his hand immediately. “The least you can do is turn and say thank you, they won’t be bothering you anymore.”

The earlier, the better. Conan opened the door of the personal library, and watched Rocky enter in, going to the shelves. What was he looking for? Conan wondered. Rocky walked around checking flipping pages from each of the shelves, yet nothing tangible came up. What he saw was the history of lycanthropy, and werewolves. Books that were used in high schools. He hissed in frustration, almost pulling his hair out. Something had to be in there that would give him a clue. Conan had long gone when he saw that Rocky was very moody. He went to battle with reconciling his accounts, and figuring a way to stop this monies from leaving the pack.

I glanced at Glen, he too was glued to the scene playing out in front of us. “THAT'S ENOUGH!” Cindy yelled, causing me to look back. Florence had her hands on her hips, her face contorted to that of frustration. Cindy stared daggers at her, both were silent seeming to be playing each other. A cold dreadful wind began whooshing past us. Glen felt it too, I felt his panic as he looked behind us. I couldn’t see anything but when I tapped into his mind I could see a black shadow with red eyes. I shivered in fear, turning back around as screaming rang out from the Coven members. I watched horrified as I saw each member’s neck slash open, seemingly from the wind until only Florence, Cindy, Glen, a