Sixth Collection Novels & Stories

"But the watcher needed me to finish the work. The sixth volume is almost done. The witnesses are strong. I can rest now." Mira took her hand. "We will miss you." Solenne squeezed her hand. "I will not be gone. I will be in the flowers. In the roots. In the watcher." --- The sixth volume was completed on the winter solstice. Solenne set the bound pages on the stone bench, her hands steady, her heart full. The book was thinner than the others, but its weight was greater. It contained the story of the garden after Kaelen's death—the years of Solenne's keepership, the spread of the gold flowers across the sea, the watcher's slow transformation into something ordinary and present.

He sat wobbling his legs, mind zoned out, cock standing tall… Time crawled by, the sound of the final bell ringing. He had been so focused on dragging his mind away from his cock that he failed to realize it had let him for a moment but with the sound of the bell, his cock was just as enthusiastic. Sweat broke out of bis forehead which he quickly dabbed, his frustration becoming unbearable. An extra dinging of the bell signalled that it was time for the gathering. Instead he remained on his seat with perspiration lining his forehead and skin paled as he looked at Selene pack up her bag.

Though the thoughts about him were forefront now, because I still hadn't come to terms with what almost happened, I had to stop thinking about it now. Maybe later I would take my time to understand it. Maybe. I opened the book slowly, my fingers tracing the frayed and worn edges of the cover, "the chronicle of the six" it stood boldly in gold lettering glaring at me. The letters shimmered faintly and I quickly turned open the first page. "This is the Chronicle of the Six. The first beings born of the moon's light. This record holds their power, their dominion... and the truth before the Great Divide."

Upon hearing her voice, Mike’s brows furrowed in annoyance. His tone held unmistakable disgust. “Why are you still at home? Where’s your mom?” Startled by the sudden scolding, Melanie flinched. Her eyes instantly reddened, but even so, she carefully held out the family portrait she had spent an entire week drawing. With a trembling voice, she said, “This is the family picture I drew. I wanted to give it to you when you arrive back at home…” Before she could finish her sentence, just as the picture—filled with her love and anticipation—was about to reach Mike’s hands, a small hand snatched it away rudely.

Chapter 6 Aster: third person's point of view. - He did not get a wink of sleep. Or even rest. At. All. Tossing and turning, sitting up, contemplating about his sudden life decisions and then start tossing and turning again isn't really resting, and now the sleepy Aster is definitely not in the mood to do anything heroic at the moment. Well, he barely does anything heroic anyway. For the nth time, he sat up and rubbed his face with his cold palms. Standing up groggily, he headed straight to the bathroom to wash off his morning breath and any stray saliva at the places other than his mouth. No one likes that.

The dungeon door creaks open with a slow groan, the hinges protesting under the weight of the six witches as they come into the chamber. Their laughter is sharp, and mocking, their fingers already toying with the straps of their leather harnesses, the buckles of their cuffs and the metal of their newest toys. Cole barely lifts his head from the slab, his body still trembling from Varek’s brutal use, his thighs slick with spent cum and his own sweat. The witches don’t wait for permission.

Fallon has given me renewed purpose, a future. And honestly, I can’t wait. THE END ** WANT MORE OF THE SIX-PACK SERIES? BOOK TWO IS NOW AVAILABLE: ALPHA THEO **

"I know, Cormac! But ya burtsin' ma bubble. Ly is one o' six daddies, meanin' I am one of six grandmothers! Now hush up! I am buyin' tha trampoline we saw!" Somehow, I felt more how in their bickering than anywhere else in the world.

he said. “And you’ll tell me your actual name then?” I asked. “I promise,” he nodded. “Let's go.” Six turned to me. “I’m hungry,” I whined. “We’re getting food before we leave blossom. I’m not mean,” he replied. “Never said you were,” I smirked, making Five chuckle while Six rolled his eyes. “Can I get your number?” Five asked, Six sent him an icy glare. “Sure,” I said, taking his phone. “What are you going to save my name as?” Five chuckled. “Why, it only makes sense that you become Six,” I giggled.

“I had headaches every single day because of you!” “Baby…” “Don’t baby me!” he yelled. “You literally watched me searching everywhere for these!” Okay. That part was slightly untrue. “I was trying to get your attention.” His jaw dropped. “So your solution was stealing my belongings like some obsessed creep?” “I prefer collector.” “That is not better!” I sighed softly while watching him angrily adjust the frame of his glasses like he still couldn’t believe they were here. And honestly? That guilt in my chest hit harder than I expected.