Sexy Shelob Novels & Stories

“Not now. Not ever.” His eyes flutter with exhaustion, but pride shines through. “Shadowfang’s heir…” But his voice cuts off—because the air changes. It thickens. Darkens. Freezes. A shimmer of black light pulses in front of us, twisting the air like smoke through a mirror. Then Selene materializes. Fury contorts her beautiful, monstrous face. Her gown ripples like liquid night, her eyes burning with divine outrage. “You were never meant to master it.” Her voice slams into me like a physical blow, vibrating the stone, sending cracks spiderwebbing across the floor. Kael groans under the pressure. I shield him instinctively, shadows rising in a protective wall.

“The woods!” In the distance, there was a woodland area. There was a dark aura circling it, and the moonlight appeared to be extra strong in that area. Selene, in her wolf form, sprinted as fast as she could until she reached the opening of the forest. She walked inside, she realized it wasn’t a dark aura circling the forest, it was shadows. Sitting in the center of these rapidly moving shadows, with her knees pressed to her chest and tears falling down her features, was Sheryl.

The throne seemed to absorb the light around it, radiating an aura of dark power. "Welcome, descendant of Arithymus," a low, velvety voice boomed, echoing off the walls. Kayla's head snapped up, her eyes scanning the shadows for the speaker. "Who are you?" she called out, her voice shaking slightly. A figure emerged from the darkness, his presence commanding attention. He wore a flowing red robe, intricately embroidered with gold thread. His eyes gleamed with an inner fire as he smiled, his lips curling up in a sensual, devilish grin.

“Go to hell.” I’d left Moth with Mischief and Anthony to protect him. Yet Mischief’s magic was being drained, and I didn’t know why or how yet, which hadn’t seemed such a top priority before, but it sure did now. Also, if Siobhanny had been the one to tell on me to my aunt like a sneering older sibling, then were any of them safe in the House of Heights without me? Selena leapt out of her throne, before marching behind it and leaning her elbows on the fur. “Come now, be reasonable. I’m certain that you’re the Wolve Winner who we’ve all been waiting for. Just give us a little something…”

She felt the happiest she’d felt in a very long time, if ever. For the first time in her life she was excited about what lay ahead. She couldn’t wait for Nick to return from retreat and rejuvenation so that they could get started on adjusting her energy and she could merge with the shadow world during the next new moon. The fact that they’d have to have sex to do it was a bonus. They were in mid-kiss when Nick faded into nothingness. Tears formed in her eyes as she stared at the empty space he’d recently occupied.

The hidden fire in me blazed bright and robust, licking up my spine as I watched the omega make her way only to stand in front of me. "Aiden!" Her lips broke out in a gummy smile as she bridged the last couple of feet between us. She was so close that I could smell solid yet sweet hints of raspberry that were still like a punch to my senses. "Moons, thanks for seeing me." Slyvie breathed, and for a split second, she hesitated, seemingly unsure of himself, which is an odd look on her.

My body seemed to go into shock as I became paralyzed, hanging low from the noose. Tears poured down my cheeks and I gasped for breath as the lack of oxygen was making my lungs burn. My vision was getting blurrier as I began to lose touch with reality. It was slow and agonizing. The faint sound of clapping and cheering was all I could hear as my life slowly slipped away from me. "Goddess Selene please hear my prayer. Give me a second chance at life to make my enemies pay, to get that which is rightfully mine but this time, please make me the Villainess......." I prayed internally as everything suddenly faded to black.

His voice was firm and emotionless. “Your Highness, Volak and Drac are ready. The shadow monsters have been assembled.” Lola walked in. Shameless slut—she was basically naked. Her dress hardly covered the front of her core, and her peach nipples stood out; they showed through the laced bra, or whatever net that was. But for a minute, I felt myself getting excited. “I can see you’re eyeing Lola. Aren’t you too old to be lusting? So now tell me what you seek before I take your powers and drain all of your blood!” Caleb spat.

Surprisingly tidy, the cottage looked as though its owners had just taken a quick break. A shabby armchair by the fireplace had a plain wool blanket folded neatly over its back. Selene placed the satchel on the table and pulled out a chair. She took out the Book of Dark Shadows with steady hands. Under her fingertips, the leather cover felt ancient and chilly. As she opened it, the old pages turned with a whisper and her chest constricted. Every word she read made her heart pound in her ears. She found the chapter on ancient pacts and rituals she was looking for by skimming the table of contents and tracing the titles with her finger.

The kind that stains the tongue. Whispers slither between the trees. Shadows shift where shadows shouldn’t. Finally, the trees part into a clearing lit only by candles floating midair—hundreds of them—circling a stone archway carved with runes older than any kingdom. A cold female voice purrs from the dark: “You return, Darius of Bloodfang pack.” Selene steps into the candlelight, bare feet silent against the moss. Her hair is silver, her eyes an eerie pale blue glowing faintly, and her smile—her smile is the kind that promises both help and ruin.