The Thirteenth Tale Novels & Stories

Chapter 5 The moment my fingers brushed against the stranger’s hand, a sudden rush of energy coursed through me. It was not magic—not like the power that pulsed through the Alphas or the gifted warriors of the Dauntless Pack—but something different. Something restrained yet potent, like a hidden storm waiting to be unleashed.

he muttered. The man's foot swung back again, and this time was coming directly at Adi. Sweat dripped down Adi’s forehead. It tingled down his neck, to his spine, giving him a strong urge to scratch his back. He stayed still for a moment, and just as the foot was about to hit him, in a swift movement, he leaped towards one side. The man looked in Adi's direction. He strained his eyes and flapped his hands in Adi's direction. Had he sensed Adi's heavy breathing? His fingers came within an inch of Adi's nose. Adi stood still, not daring to breathe. The man looked again, then shrugged his shoulders and went away.

[BIG BUTT PLUG: A LESBIAN BDSM STORY - 3] This story deals with themes of hardcore BDSM and humiliation. Skip this story if you can't handle the heat. I gave the leash a sharp tug, my voice firm and commanding. "Go." Tory whimpered, her eyes wide as she scrambled on her hands and knees across the kitchen floor. I watched the sway of her hips, the wag of her tail plug with each crawl forward. She reached the table and paused, panting slightly.

Wilson International Group. “Don’t get me started on what happened to the ring." Looking at Vanessa’s empty finger, Lucinda chuckled, “Well, I must say that though by mistake, Megan did the very right thing.” “Seriously? You are taking her side?” Shrugging her shoulders, Lucinda answered, “I am just saying the right thing, you are better off without it.” Without waiting for her reply, she added, “And I don’t understand why you even have it on, I mean my husband comes home late from work for three consequetives days and I just slam my ring right on his face. And yours hasn’t shown up for five years, why the hell were you even wearing it in the first place?”

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

Alpha Aidan explained as Archer and I joined the group of people huddled around the desk, whilst Darren hurriedly flipped through. “Here it is! The Tale of The Flesh Eaters, written by Arthur Bartley. It is said that Arthur saw these creatures one day which inspired the book.” Darren explained with a smile standing back so we all could see the story he was very proud to find, I mean this was only further validating the claims he’s been making.

The machine collapsed into the mud, its gears hissing as the black fluid leaked into the snow. But there were eleven more. I fell back toward the longhouse, my gray-stained palm burning as the "Thirteenth resonance" tried to surface one last time. I looked at the stranger’s book, open on the ledger-table. The third page was blank, waiting for a line that could justify the blood that was currently spilling onto our first harvest. "Sara!" Xander screamed, his voice swallowed by the roar of the mechanical line as two of the iron giants pinned his arms against the barricade, their shears hovering inches from the charcoal heart on his chest.

Ascott smilingly relayed at her. "Did she read my mind? But hey, I think she's really a cool woman because she treats her workers really well..." Kate thought to herself again. "It's up to your conscience if you're going to do something bad while you're inside the Ascott Mansion. Let me tell you a quote from my favorite American painter and writer, Mr. Walter Inglis Anderson: "Trust is like a vase, once it’s broken, though you can fix it, the vase will never be same again..." So, try not to break the trust, so that we can have a long, harmonious relationship. I hope I made myself clear?" the old Madam stated.

“Then we don’t have time to search blind anymore. We have five Voices now—seven remain. Where do we go next?” Aria pulled the crystal from her cloak. The pulsing had dimmed, but a new shimmer glowed faintly within it—white and pale blue-like frost forming on the glass. “The North,” she whispered. Kael’s brows furrowed. “The Iceholds? That’s where the Thirteenth was imprisoned.” “No,” Thalen said, stepping forward. “That’s where the Thirteenth escaped.” The group turned to him, shock-tightening their expressions. “You knew?” Ressa said, her tone sharp.

The deeper they went, the colder the air became. Dust floated through the narrow beams of light. Rows of towering shelves appeared in the darkness below—filled with scrolls older than kingdoms. Secrets forgotten by the world. If answers about the mysterious moon existed… They would be hidden here. Lyra walked between the towering shelves slowly. Her mark pulsed again. And somewhere deep in the library… something shifted in the shadows. Unseen. Watching. Waiting. The Thirteenth Moon had risen. And its story had only just begun. 🌙