Scp: Tales Novels & Stories

Eira acted clueless. “Eira, I know you know something.” Scott was silent, waiting for her to speak, but she remained silent. He was certain she was hiding something because he knew she read his books about the supernatural. But she never brought it up. “Listen to me. I have all those books you read, about supernatural creatures, myths, and everything else, and they’re not free. There are conditions.” “Conditions? What are they?” Scott sighed. “Be careful of them. Don’t trust them or get too close to them, let alone have a romantic relationship with one of them.”

It was a text from an unknown number. I opened it, my hands trembling. It was a picture. A picture of me, standing in front of Eavon's car, the very same night Orion died. My face was a mask of shock and terror, and in the background, a woman with a dog was pointing at me, her mouth open in a scream. The text below the picture read: I can give you the answers you're looking for. Meet me tomorrow at the old lighthouse at midnight. Come ALONE.

I closed my eyes as I poured my spurted seeds on her abdomen. I exhaled, slowly laying down beside her and trying to regain my lost energy. After a while, I turned on the light and dragged my feet to the bathroom. I emerged from the bathroom with a towel, moving close to Elena's motionless body to clean her up. My jaws dropped in bewilderment as I looked at her thigh. She had a scar on her lap, not just a scar, but a different type of scar. The scar flickered some memories of that night at Concave Bar 3 years ago.

“You’re good at pretending.” Her smile widens, icy. “Years of practice.” I inhale deeply and my eyes close briefly at her body scent. She smells like vanilla, not the oud kind, the soft scent that makes you want to lick it. I compose myself quickly before she notices. I wonder what is wrong with me. Why does this lady draw me in this much? As the night drags on, I do what I always do. Talk business with people who want to ‘invest’ in the company. I knew most of them were wolves who just wanted to stick their noses around and weren’t actually interested in investing, but I played along.

“Samantha” “We are Julia and Julie.You are beautiful”the twins giggled together. “Are you guys like telepathic?” “Yes we are”they replied together. “Wow I have never seen telepathic twins before” “Everyone has been talking about you” “About me? Why?” “We think the master is going to choose you as his bed chamber maid” “Why does everyone keep saying this?”I sighed tiredly. “Cause you are beautiful” “What are you all doing talking? Get back to work”Charyl said walking into our conversation as we continued with our work.

Tonya was winking as they closed in on him, she knew. Thaddeus smirked also, his plan worked out perfectly. They soon meet and began walking together, their voices stopped the croacking toads in the damp corners. And then the ringing of the Cathedrals bells drowned their voices out. The swans in the river paid no attention to these hourly chimes. The silver moon, however, took notice of the tunes of the bell and rose from behind the traveling clouds to light up the sky and send silver ripples across the Isis as the rain began to fall.

For sure, its reputation would have already preceded it. On that note, This is your Storyteller, the Diwata hoping to see you once again on the Supernatural Spa... Fare thee well.

After sometime when he didn't respond, Katherine turned back to look at him. The amusement he had moments ago flashed in his eyes momentarily before he spoke. "What is it?" Katherine asked. Without heeding much attention to his words he kept his gaze on her big brown eyes, "Your innocence, it's intoxicating." He then slowly moved back to rest his back fully. The girl seated in front of him was no different from a child that wished to hear a bedtime story. "There's a tree somewhere in the highlands, where the wolves reside. The tree grants you either one wish or a glimpse of your future, never both, to all beings. The wolves call it Centem Natura."

He couldn’t see anything but them. Sean rubbed himself against her once more, then pulled his hips back. His cock pressed forward, and Theo watched as the massive head stretched her open. Talia’s body welcomed it, inch by slow inch. She threw her head back and screamed. “Oh God! Oh God! I can’t believe it! Oh God!”

Even with the sun warm on her back, she shivered. There was no choice but to step into that forbidding place. She knew it, and yet she couldn’t quite bring her feet to move- her sturdy leather boots stayed planted on the pale, spring-green grass like she’d grown roots. It had been a hard winter. She’d gotten skinny during the frozen months, and if she wanted to keep herself in coin and bread, she had to bring in game. She needed space to know the extent of her powers space too away from the goblins and wolves. This black, dark forest was the last place they might be. People avoided it on principle; there were tales of beasts, here. Demons as big as horses and strange, twisted deer-gods with