Stung Book Novels & Stories

His works had been in Niall Steiner's exhibit two years ago. Now, Ansel Stiles was starting to gain fame. Jade introduced them and from then on, the curly haired lad often goes to the studio to see Sidhiel. "I haven't done enough progress with my work yesterday." He said. "Mr. Steiner is scheduled to look at my paintings soon. I'm getting nervous." When he first met Ansel, he immediately felt at ease and comfortable around him. He's kind and easy to talk to. When he speaks, no one would think that he was famous because he was very humble.

The dark veins on her neck moved slightly with her pulse. -- Lucian had left three boxes of books stacked against the far wall of the main room and I opened the first one and started reading and did not stop for hours. Most of it was terrifying in the specific way that information is terrifying when it confirms the worst thing you were already afraid of. Soul possession through blood magic. The host soul weakens incrementally with each surfacing of the invading consciousness. Over time the host's grip on their own body becomes unreliable, then intermittent, then absent. The invader does not kill the host. They simply crowd them out, slowly, until there is nothing of the original person left

"Go ahead. Sue us. We've got nothing left anyway. Since we can't survive out there, we'll just live here from now on." I stared at her, completely baffled. "Seriously? Are you all out of your minds? Your restaurant got shut down, so what? What does that have to do with me? Why should I let you stay in my home?" Curtis looked at me with undisguised contempt. "Didn't think this day would come when you were scamming free meals, did you? You look like a decent person on the outside, but you're disgusting." Scamming free meals?

The screen lit up and a number flashed. It was his. Though Emma had never bothered to save it in her contact list she still recognized it immediately. Well, even if she had saved his number, she would have undoubtedly named it Monster or Beast. There was something monstrous about him that couldn't be denied. When provoked, he was a force to be reckoned with—as chaotic and destructive as a thunderstorm. Emma opened the chat which was filled with a few messages only, mostly coming from Kevin's side, and read the recent one. He had sent her a message telling her to be ready as they had to attend an important dinner together.

If he saw someone glaring, at me, he would glare right back at them tenfold. My stomach churned with warmth, in a good way, and it only intensified when I thought about Val. About how he wanted to fire everyone who was glaring and badmouthing me and how he was so nice. Why was I such a mess? I can't get involved with a guy especially not now. Not Mason and definitely not Val! And I still needed to figure out what Oli and Val were hiding from me. But I would figure that out later, right now, there was something else I need to worry about.

The walls shook, the ground rumbled, and rocks clattered everywhere around me. I placed my hands on my face, rubbing my burning eyes before slowly bringing them open. When my vision finally returned, I found the book surrounded with one of those circles with stars in the middle you'd see in horror movies. The shape was on fire, sending smoke all over the place. The fucking book was going to burn down my home. I gritted my teeth, shaking my head. “Not today, Satan!" I quickly rose from the ground and ran to the book as I took off my jacket from around me. Then, I draped it over the burning ground and began stomping on it in a bid to put the fire out.

Burned to ash. But they kept coming. Dozens. Maybe more. They didn’t care about casualties. They were hunting. And we were cornered. I launched myself into the pack, claws slicing through necks, fangs snapping jaws. The taste of rotten blood filled my mouth. One grabbed my hind leg—I spun and ripped its face off. Aaron was spinning like a storm behind me—hands glowing with sigils and fire. He slammed one fist into the ground, and sharp black spikes rose like teeth from the soil, impaling three attackers at once.

Using Damian's tab, I acquired a book for myself and another for Ulf before we departed. The realization of my hunger struck, leading us to a small restaurant where we ordered generously, attributing it to my pregnancy hormones. “So about the bookstore hideout,” Uld urged. "There's not much to it. We used to go there to escape the pack," I explained. "Sounds romantic," she teased. "Oh, please! Blame it on a teenage werewolf," I giggled. After our meal, we took a stroll. During my time in the Cone pack, I lacked friends, with Ashina being my only friend, likely due to our supposed cousinhood.

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.