Skin Of The Night Novels & Stories

I scrubbed my body until I could see the white appearing beneath my caramel skin, trying to remove the feel of the green algae as it dragged me down the deep abyss. By the time I stepped out of the tub, my skin was silky soft smelling like belladonna and sunshine. I had enough time to think my plan through, and I wanted to make this night as memorable and as pleasing as possible. Not just to me, but to the man who now had the keys to my soul.

When she holds up the crystal, my arm starts to tingle. “Powers of North, South, East, and West,” she repeats and it’s like someone took a hot iron from the fire and shoved it inside my veins. I scream in pain, clutching my arm. The IV lines pull but the pain of that is nothing compared to my skin which feels like literal fire. I look down, convinced I’ll see charred and burned skin. My skin is fine, but the black lines travel up my arm. Lucas, who’s next to me, sees it too.

I rummaged through the entire suitcase and picked out two outfits that were sexy enough yet not too slutty. Once satisfied with my choice of outfit, I hopped into the shower for a bath making sure to wash my greasy hair and shave off my legs. I hopped out of the shower and proceeded to get dressed. Once my hair was dry, I wore simple makeup with cherry red lipstick that was fit for the night and put on my clothes and shoes. With my small purse in hand, I headed down to the lobby to catch a cab to the club. I arrived at the club a few minutes later and after showing the bouncer some identification, I was allowed inside, and just like Brianna had promised, the whole place was packed and it was

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She gulped when one of the spears moved closer to her, its cold tip now touching her neck. Breathing heavily, her eyes flickered from gold to midnight-blue before settling to pea-green. The moment it did so, the artificial skin coiling on her skin turned to ashes, blue fire igniting from it, revealing a metallic skin, embossed by about thousands of minuscule diamonds, shining despite the dimly lit room. A dark, blotchy, burnt-out scar engraved itself halfway her face, starting from her left cheek, bridging to her right forehead. The blonde strands of her hair turned back to ash-gray, black strands now cradling it.

Hell, she might even bang her head into the walls until she bled, or the glass broke. “Oh, aren’t you the most pitiful thing I’ve ever seen!” A giddy voice sang from behind. Lily turned around, and she practically fell back onto her ass. The giddy voice belonged to one of the most strange looking women she’d ever seen. Her hair was chopped short, half pulled up into a knot on the top of her head. The top half of her hair was black as midnight, the bottom half as pale and white as snow. Her skin was based bronze, a warm golden glow peeking underneath. Spots and patches of violet and crimson kissed her skin. Her eyes peaked beneath black lashes, as orange as dying embers. She was breathtaking

Before long her hair was cut into a short bob that was not too sloppy, and would just have to work. As the final blob of hair fell, Janice looked at the mirror for one last look. Her reflection brought the scissors to her face and then, slowly and methodically, pushed the larger outermost blade through the skin just above her chin. With a blank expression, Janice began to cut along the line of the face until there was a solid, bloody wound running all the way from her chin to hairline. With the hand not holding the scissors, Janice worked her fingers under the flap of skin and then started to pull...

It filled her chest with a burning sensation, but it was a pain she welcomed. Hopefully, heavens would hear her prayers. Ayla walked to the window frame, from where the full moon shone brightly. “Please keep Master safe.” Then the pain changed. As if an unknown force was telling her this was something she wasn’t supposed to feel, Ayla felt her back being skinned, right where the soulmark used to be. She fell on her knees with a thud. *** Author's Note: Thank you for reading "Night-Blooming". If you like the story, please leave a review or your opinion about the character's so far. Once more, thanks for the support!

It wasn't just a sound; it was a physical vibration that rattled my teeth. Gage stepped into the moonlight. He was a titan of a man, his skin bronzed and mapped with jagged silver scars from a hundred pack challenges. He didn't wear clothes, save for a pair of loose, buckskin trousers that sat dangerously low on his heavy hips. His chest was a broad expanse of corded muscle, thick with dark hair that trailed down into the waistband of his pants. His eyes weren't human-they glowed with a predatory, golden amber that promised ruin.

Arielle The night air clung to my skin like damp silk so thick with the weight of what I was about to do. I hadn’t slept properly in days and exhaustion licked at the edges of my bones but desperation burned hotter than fatigue ever could. I dressed in black, the simplest things I owned pulling my shirt tight across my chest and knotting my hair high at the back of my head so nothing would give me away. A shadow. That was all I needed to be tonight. Just a shadow.