The Cruelest Month Novels & Stories

I get it, but to say it’s his fault, well, that just pissed me off. We found out that the rogues annihilated the entire pack at Crescent Moon. Men, women, and children. Even Crystal’s mom wasn’t spared. They burnt the pack to the ground, then tried to attack Snow Moon. They were like a swarm of locusts, leaving nothing but destruction in their wake.

The serenity of the night intrigued Dongyue, who was taking a walk to calm his senses. He had just arrived in this strange island, and what could be the better way to satiate the explorer part of himself by finding his way around? He hadn't expected anyone to be around. It was the sixteenth lunar day of the month, and the eight moons were slightly short of a full moon each. The snowy island was a breathtaking sight even at night. He was amazed by this white wonder, which in the past, he had only managed to see in pictures.

And now when she was here so close to him he wasn't supposed to touch her. You are a rogue just like us. How long do you think you can suppress your killer instincts? It will come out one day and will destroy each and every one around you, including your bitch. Mark my word you will kill her with your own hands. Azriel closed his eyes and exhaled a sigh. One of the rogues had said this to him while taking his last breaths. The most unfortunate thing was that he was right. That bastard had spoken the truth. He had felt the need to kill crawling up his skin several times. The infinite satisfaction he had felt after killing the rogues had frightened him. It felt as if the lust to kill was now e

Gabriella Giovanni’s eyes shatter, his gaze following me as I move around our bedroom naked and unbothered. It’s not my fault. He was the one who sneaks in the middle of the night catching me and changing my clothes. I thought no one is home and my husband will not be spending his night here, just like what he’s been doing for the past couple of weeks. Oh. That sounded resentment. It hurts my ego every time I figured he is probably warming someone’s bed. How ruthless, right? I didn’t know this is what they meant when they say is he is the cruelest mob leader here in New York.

he says playfully while calling me my nickname. "why do I not believe that to be true, ugh what do you want really Shade I'm not wanting to be bugged today." I continue to walk towards the school doors and I know what your thinking, and no it's not true, when a she-wolf turns 18 they find there mate on a full moon not just randomly after they hit the age of getting a mate, so sorry to ruin it but no luck today. I feel his giant hand grab my arm stopping me from walking and sigh as I look at him, "yes?" He smirks and pins me to the outside wall of the school as everyone was already inside in the halls.

As his eyes grew darker, he fiercely clenched his injured palm and his smile widened, followed by a whisper, "Angel..." The sky appears to be a deep shade of black, with the moon concealed behind clouds, intensifying the darkness in the surrounding area. The gentle raindrops brush against her lightly due to the presence of wind. She curls up, pulling her knees close to her chest, tightly hugging them while she gazes outside at the rain. Seated near her room's window, she peers sadly at the sky, her heart filled with sorrow.

This world is so cruel. ***

Christopher medal that once hung from his neck was gone—only a faint mark remained, proof that he'd once been someone's most precious treasure. I didn't know how long I had knelt there, or how long I had cried. My chest had gone numb with pain, and my tears had all run dry. Just when I thought everything was over, Eira came downstairs. The sharp click of her 5-inch heels echoed through the lobby.

Who had lost what he had held not through fairness but through fraud, and had been returned to the ordinary scale of the man he actually was when stripped of what he had taken. Crystal. Who had exercised authority as a weapon and had been held to account for it with a thoroughness that had finally removed him from the world he had occupied, entirely and permanently. Michael. Whose story had been the most complicated, in the end — a man who had chosen consistently in ways that served himself over others, who had been genuinely capable of more than he had chosen to be, and who had ultimately encountered the cost of those choices in the most final way possible. That grief was real, however comp

"You're leaving? Over a game?" I turned away calmly. "Yes." ... Damon waved at me from below the stage. I could feel his wolf calling to mine, desperate. “Elena! Time for that surprise.” The wolves around us howled, the energy of the New Moon Festival hitting its peak. I was the MC for the festival, standing at the stage's edge. The spotlight hit me, and my long golden hair rippled like liquid gold with every move. I clutched my cue cards, gave him a small smile, and started down the steps.