Sellyn Drake Novels & Stories

I couldn't make out the facial features as yet but whoever it was had that lethal aura surrounding them! As the person came closer, I could start to see some facial features. I saw white...no silver hair, pale complexion, soul piercing magenta eyes. She had a half moon crown on top of her head. Oh, my goddess! This is Seline, our moon goddess! OH FUCK! I heard a slight giggle, but it left me with a sense of impending doom. So who am I? I gulped. "You are our goddess...Seline!" Good boy! Now can you tell me why you have become so evil that you would deny your only son his happiness?!

Delcan walked back into the room,when she was all dressed and sat down next to Chantelle. He looked her in the eyes and said, "I know that was probably awkward, and I'm sorry if I crossed a line. But I want you to know that you can trust me. I won't do anything that you're not comfortable with, and I'll always respect your boundaries. You're safe with me." Chantelle felt tears welling up in her eyes, but they were tears of gratitude, not sadness. She felt like she could finally start to let go of her past and begin to heal.

She would have seriously hated having to replace her brand new brown chiffon knee length halter dress and four-inch heel lace-up sandals. When the transformation was complete, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was so freeing to release her dragon, especially after such a stressful day. Launching herself into the air, Leah reveled in the luxuriating feel of the wind whipping past her scales as she flew towards her destination. While she could have walked to where she was going, it would have taken her more than an hour to get there, whereas flying got her there in no more than twenty minutes. Hazel Drift was pretty large. So, when the war broke out, it was divided into two. Her clan owned thi

“You mean to kidnap her,“ she corrected. “Listen, sir, Selena is my friend and I wouldn't want anything to happen to her.” “No one is going to hurt her,” he told her over the rim of the file, then drew his eyes back to the contents of the file. “ Doctor Selena Antoinette Grey. Surgical doctor with four honors in different work fields. Lives with her best friend Laura and her nine-year-old brother Erick. Still single” he read. “Please don't harm her” “Again, no one is going to hurt her. I just need her here to bring my brother back to life.”

She moved like liquid sin through the sea of tuxedos and gowns. Selena Drake was everything I feared and more. Tall, with rich auburn hair cascading in perfect waves down her bare back. Her black gown clung to every dangerous curve, slit high enough to reveal toned thighs with every step. Her lips were blood-red, eyes sharp and knowing. She looked like the kind of woman who had knelt for Damien once and risen stronger for it. “Damien,” she purred, stopping directly in front of us. Her smile was intimate, laced with history. “It’s been too long.”

Draco roars, sending his lighting everywhere. “On second thought. You look really powerful. Perhaps you can teach me,” Xylon suggests. I would laugh if this was not a matter of life and death. “Can you make the lightnings rainbow or into shapes and stuff?” he asks. “Oh, I know! Can you make it into Christmas shapes like Santa and Rudolf on a slay? The thunder could sound like a carol.” Now Draco is fuming while our Lycan king shakes his head. “And I thought Xena was the crazy one. It is all of you,” he links, but this is funny. Draco is so angry, it is taking everything in me not to laugh.

I leaned on the door and clenched my left chest, where my heart is beating so hard. I closed my eyes shut trying to calm myself and after a few minutes, my heart is on its normal rate. I moved towards the sink and rested my palms on it as I looked at myself in the mirror. I must say, Cyrene is good with hair and make up. She did my hair effortlessly and I love it. She was able to cover the dark circles under my eyes which appeared after too many sleepless nights. She was able to bring color and life to my dull and boring face and darn this pretty gown that she lent me, it complements my skin so well. And she was right when she told me that my gown would stand out from the rest, even Alicia's

Sage’s stomach twisted as she spotted the machine hovering above them, a turret mounted on its underside. “Drake, is this your idea of peace?” Sage hissed, taking a cautious step back. Drake shrugged. “I said she was paranoid.” A voice crackled through the drone’s speaker, cold and authoritative. “Drake Reynolds. I thought I made it clear the last time—I don’t deal with traitors.” “Come on, Lena,” Drake said, his tone light despite the tension in the air. “I’m not here for me. I brought friends. They’re not Bancroft’s people.”

She’s got this sharpness, like she’s been sanded down to the good stuff, all nerves and edge. Now they call her Luna. Could be worse, honestly. Everything got weirdly tense when the elders yelled for quiet. Ariella, perched in the back, giving everyone the stink-eye like an owl with trust issues. Silas looking like he could break a log in half just by glaring at it. And Kieran? Lurking in the shadows, all broody, like he’s personally offended by the concept of daylight. Then Selina waltzes up. She’s got this pull, you know? Like if gravity wore leather boots. When she starts talking, people just stay still and pay attention.

Caitlyn was saying, but the woman had hung up before Caitlyn attempted to exchange pleasantries. She sighed as she brought the phone down from beside her ears. "Do these people not care about other people's health? Are they forbidden from exchanging pleasantries?" She chuckled. She dropped her phone and picked up one of the dresses. She was going to select one to wear to the party. The first one she picked was a green dress. Its length went past her toes. It had a slit that began from her hips and had a very tiny sleeve. Her collarbones were beautifully on display when she wore the dress at Shirley's store.