Therapy After Dark Novels & Stories

It always seemed to be everyone's favorite spot to torture people, which is why Grayson checks it first. Maverick followed Coal and Grayson into the basement. As they began searching, he slowed his pace and kept a close eye on them. Once they were far enough away, Shade pushed forward and got to work. Maverick slowly turned, his eyes scanning the walls, searching for a spell that he could see through. His hellhound searched the basement, reaching out with his mind to any wolf that may be hiding. It didn't take him long to clear the basement and deem it empty.

"In my visions, I see you and me fighting about the death of our son. Then I see you and me fighting in a different place. Then, again it shifts, I'm in a dark room, and there is a faint green light, like the lumination from a neon sign. Cammie is with me, and she is scared of the darkness. I can barely see through the light, but I know there is someone else with us." "Son?" Quinn said, puzzled. He leaned back tapping his hands on his thighs several times before pushing up from the couch to join her. "I think we have a few clues to go on. This light, this neon light can't be too hard to track down. One more thing, what can you tell me about Cammie?" "I told you earlier, she is my daughter. S

And he doesn’t even have a television in his house, last I saw. The hours pass agonizingly slow. My phone is no use, though Tristan sends a few messages through to try and alleviate both of our boredom. Not that it worked. Eventually, I fall asleep, dreaming of all the ways I could get back at Ezra for locking me in here. When I finally wake again, moonlight streams through my window. I’ve watched the white glow slowly grow each night, creeping toward the full moon like a snail. And each time I wonder what would happen once the full moon finally rises. I didn’t know much about the Wyres other than what my parents and tutors had told me. But who even knew if that was true? Yet Dominic had let

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

"Coincidentally, they chose me as a therapist when they had problems... The first one was suffering from depression because his wife cheated on him and I took advantage of it. He has completely lost it now. The second one was an addict and used to get attacks, I put him in a coma, The third one was already a psycho so I made him peaceful by making his lose his sanity completely... They are getting their karma, nothing else" Mikhail looked at her surprised and proud at the same time. "Have you left anything for me to take care of?" He chuckled. "Remaining two. These two are still powerful and I can't do anything to them. I'll leave them to you." She shrugged innocently making him laugh. "Done

The Moon Goddess whispered inside her mind. “You are the Marked Luna. The bridge between light and shadow. Now rise.” Aria pointed the blade at Theron. “Your time is over.” She thrust the dagger forward. A beam of pure moonlight shot from the blade, striking Theron in the chest. He howled. His body convulsed. Cracks appeared in his armor. In his skin. The shadows inside him writhed, trying to escape but the light was too strong. And then Boom. Theron’s body exploded into smoke and ash.

You were born to destroy, not protect. She’ll never love you like she loves him. You’re a weapon, not a man. But Theron didn’t flinch. He walked straight into the shadows, teeth gritted, fists clenched. He didn’t need the mountain to remind him of his darkness. He’d made peace with it a long time ago. At the tunnel’s heart, he found a mirror. Not a normal one. This one shimmered with blood. When he stepped in front of it, his reflection shifted.

I hear the healer Thomas murmur while the rest of the tent holds its breath. The infected boy's breathing steadies while his fever breaks and his color returns to his skin. Gasps ripple through the tent. The High Healer stumbles back. “She is clearly using dark magic,” he breathes. "I'm not," Without waiting, Stacy moves to the second packmate—a mother of three I barely recognize through the fever tumors. Again, her hands glows and health returns to her. By the time the second packmate opens her eyes, the entire room is frozen in stunned disbelief.

Ray asked. Dr. Elric nodded again. “The third and final stage is M.E.T, Moonlight exposure therapy. Her wolf side has been dormant for too long. This therapy will help awaken it gently. During the moonlight infusion, she’ll be bathed in moonlight, especially during full moon nights. This helps reintroduce her wolf spirit to her consciousness and allows it to rise naturally.” He looked at Levi. “We can bring her back home for that part if you wish. Her environment, familiar faces, your presence will be comforting and will aid the transformation process.”

he said. I climbed carefully onto my bed, lying on my stomach. The sheets felt cool against my hot skin. Sean stood and walked to the door. “Ten o’clock next time,” he repeated, then closed the door quietly. Alone in the dark, I slipped my hand between my legs. My fingers found the soaked lace. I bit my pillow as I touched myself, the memory of his firm hand still fresh on my burning ass. Every stroke made me think of him, even though I knew he was only doing what he thought was right.