Tempesterotica Novels & Stories

“It would take weeks.” “Then we don’t go physically,” Tempest says, and she’s suddenly standing tall, looking more entity than human. “I can move us through time. Skip us forward to each seal location. It’ll burn me out completely but it might work.” “Tempest, no…” “Mama, I’m already burning out feeding the Hunger. At least this way I burn out for something important.” She raises her hands and time fractures around all of us. The world blurs. We’re at the Seal of Rage, watching a child trying to claw through it from the inside.

“You know what that costs.” “Yes,” Clara said softly. “That’s why Serena didn’t expect it.” That caught his attention. She turned back to the tablet, scrolling with purpose now. “She’s positioning me as temporary,” Clara continued. “As someone who exists because of proximity to you. So I’m going to remove the ambiguity.” Adrian stiffened. “By doing what?” Clara looked at him. “By speaking.” His chest tightened. “Publicly?” “Yes.” “With your name attached to mine?” he pressed.

I couldn't tear my eyes away as Kai prowled closer, his boots thudding softly against the stone. The air thickened with their combined scents, Thorne's earthy dominance mingling with Kai's sharper, wild edge like storm winds rolling through the pines. My body betrayed me, nipples hardening under their stares, a slick warmth gathering between my legs. I was an omega, wired to submit, to crave the claiming that would mark me for the pack.

Then again, he didn't look his age with a body like that: muscular, chiseled, and defined. Will was deep in concentration, swaying his hips to the rhythm of the music. I stopped behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my face against his strong back. I felt his entire body go rigid before he relaxed. I clung tighter, basking in his warmth. His hands touched mine, making me loosen my grip, but he didn't let go; instead, he turned around in my arms and gave me that look that makes my heart stop and my breath hitch. The stormy grey of his eyes, darker than ever, and his furrowed brow told me the gears in his head were grinding at full speed. Something wasn't right.

She slowing nodded her head at him. Tyler sighed and shook his head defeatedly. "That bastard is son of a bitch. That rogue himself knows nothing but only how to scold someone. If it can be possible then he will soon grew two horns and sharp teeth like a devil he is." Tyler said rolling his eyes making her to gasp out loudly and she palmed her mouth hearing him cussing so much. "What happened?" Tyler asked him confusingly watching her stunned expression. Isabella thought and playful idea and said "H-he is standing r-right behind you." she said stuttering like she is scared of Nicholas. Tyler's breath hitched in fear, he was so dead now.

When she met his eyes, she saw that they glowed. "Brandur?" she gasped. Brand wrestled for control of his wolf. He hadn't planned to complete the final step of the bond this way, but whatever was happening was too strong for him to fight. "I'm sorry, Elskede," he gritted out, his growing canines starting to slur his speech. Before she could respond, he struck, biting down on the tender flesh between her shoulder and neck. Her tattoos pulsed even brighter and her body convulsed with pleasure as the final stage of the bond overtook her.

~~~ A/N Hey lovelies HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL OF YOU, MAY YOU ALL CONTINUE TO SHINE AND DO WHAT YOU DO BEST, I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH. (I have compiled a video for the main characters on the official I***g page au_rare_stories. If ever you got curious on how the twins and their girl look like, go watch that video now. And let me know if they all are up to your expectations. And believe me, I found the most suitable models there ever are in the entire universe. I hope you find them hot too!) Love, RARE

More like the color. Black. Fuck!

He was going through Prisca's I*******m page, scrolling through her pictures and adoring her beauty with his eyes. His mind could not come to terms with what he had seen earlier today. His idol has been dragged into the mud and has been made a laughing stock by all and sundry. "Still thinking about your celebrity crush huh?" Jeffery asked, adjusting the arms of the Midnight blue tuxedo he was wearing. The essence of his cologne filled the room. Diri gave a weak nod. "Let it slide bro, sometimes the people we highly exhaled end up being nothing but dirtbags, ugly things live in beautiful houses bro," he continued.