Shiny Absol Novels & Stories

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

His eyes darkened as he took me in, the steam from the shower beginning to fill the room. "Beautiful," he said as his eyes danced across my skin, and I couldn't help but blush under his gaze. Here I was, covered in sweat, blood and dirt, and this perfect marble carving of a man was pleased with what he saw. I felt lucky and undeserving. Suddenly feeling exposed, I turned, feeling the water temperature before jumping into the tempered glass escape that was my shower. I let out a breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding, and sighed as the warm water instantly began to soothe my tightly wound muscles. I was so relaxed and at peace I didn't relise the shower door had opened and another body had

I stood in front of the mirror in the guest room, still damp from the shower, and stared at my reflection. My cheeks were flushed, lips slightly swollen from biting them, eyes bright with something I didn’t want to name. The black bikini was crumpled on the floor where I’d left it. Between my legs, I was still sensitive—puffy and slick from the orgasm I’d given myself under the hot water, replaying every second of Uncle Ryan’s cock rubbing against my pussy in the pool.

Dobah asked, obviously interested in this new piece of information. "At first, an Alpha of a pack, White Sted Pack to be exact, had visited our Prince a couple of months, bringing news of a certain cave of Baresis in which large amounts of Absterum had been found in..." Aiden replied, though Kane cut him short at this point. "You mean the mineral that can help us work under the sunlight without being burnt to ashes? This mineral...???" Kane asked, pointing at the small glowing red orb right in the middle of the ring he was wearing on the smallest finger of his left hand.

I smirked. Back at my table, I had ground silver mixed with wolfsbane for cases like this. I took a pinch of it and went back to it. I looked him right in the eye and rubbed the mix directly on the wound. I could smell the flesh begin to burn, I could almost feel the pain. The veins on his neck and head showed the same but not the look on his face. His eyes were the same, the difference being that they closed more frequently, weak and drowsy it seemed.

"You're delusional," This time, Blue did glare. She simply couldn't help it. "No, I'm your show pony—if you want me to so desperately marry rich, you should set me up with him," Delusional was a trigger word for any hormonal female—that, and crazy or nuts or anything of the like. And hormonal was exactly what she had found herself to be in recent times. Let it be her change in birth control brand or her declining appetite, she couldn't seem to get a grip of herself.

Macmillan looked perfect. A series of clicks happened. Macmillan gave perfect poses to every click. A song played in the background enhanced the effect of this photoshoot. For the first time in my life, I watched a celebrity photoshoot live! It was for his upcoming series. While I and Kiara were engrossed watching his photoshoot with a stupid smile on our faces, a moment came when Macmillan unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his six packs abs. I choked on my juice. Kiara's mouth fell open. I immediately covered her eyes, looking away with an awkward smile. Though I have seen his bare body photos on G****e but seeing that in person hit me differently.

"Tell me, what will it take for you to reciprocate my affections?" His words hung in the air, and I found myself torn between being honest and sparing his feelings. Taking a deep breath, I mustered the courage to respond. "I will await the Shadowboom Unveiling to make my decision," I said softly, concealing the truth that his pride and pretentiousness repelled me. Stone-heart's eyes narrowed, his face contorting with a volatile mix of frustration and wounded pride. "Regardless of who the Moongoddess chooses as your mate," he vowed, his voice laced with determination, "no one will ever reach my ankle."

I felt it faintly, like a fist beating on a locked door in my ribs. Kieran stepped closer, mate bond tugging, forcing my body to lean toward him even while my mind screamed to run. The Hollow King’s voice through Rowan turned amused. “Now,” he murmured, “we finish the seal.” Selah lifted her hand and produced something small and silver. A blade. Not moon-silver. Darker. Ash-silver. It pulsed in time with my wrist mark. My breath caught. Selah smiled sweetly. “This cuts copies,” she said. “It cuts partitions. It cuts the part of you that still hesitates.”

She worked as she spoke, pressure, assessment, the young man's pulse thready and fast under her fingers, his eyes half open now, unfocused, the particular look of someone drifting toward a place she'd spent her whole career trying to pull people back from. "Get me your kit. Whatever you have. Now, or I promise you, whatever happens to him, I make sure everyone here understands exactly whose choice it was." Nico appeared beside her before Marco could answer, a case in his hands that she recognized immediately — hospital grade, same brand as the one that had sat in Room Three the night she'd stitched him, and she understood, distantly, in the small part of her mind not fully occupied with the