Under The Skin Novels & Stories

maybe even more so, with his lean frame and that dangerous curve of his lips that promised things no one dared speak aloud. Cassie’s body was a weapon too, tall, lithe, with curves that whispered promises beneath her midnight-black silk dress. The fabric clung to her like a second skin, outlining the swell of her breasts, the slender arch of her back, the sharp curve of her hips. Her skin was smooth and pale, a stark contrast to the dark silk that traced her every move. Tonight, she was the hunter, and the prey was about to fall.

She buried herself under her blankets, letting the silence consume her as she tried to ignore the pounding of her own heart. In the dimness of her room, as daylight faded and the shadows grew long, Channary clutched her pillow, sinking deeper into her shame. The Moon had betrayed her, left her vulnerable, her mate unclaimed. She was the Alpha’s daughter, Moon-Kissed and blessed, yet here she was, abandoned and marked only by the emptiness of broken promises.

The mother has cut herself multiple times, so much so that her skin and canvas within that region of her flesh are like a maze painted upon a canvas if the painter used peach and red as their desired colors. The point of the blade travels around each spot of her wrist. The apex touches each of the scars that she has inflicted upon herself and each time she renders that metal across her flesh she lets out a small huff of content only a small rodent could make out. Finally, the mother finds a clear spot and with no hesitation, she drags the blade across her arm and her skin rips. Once they get a whiff of their mother’s blood filling the air and their lungs, their faces begin to change. The ski

The King Star has been one of the greatest achievements of the underworld after the Great Lycan, it was the most terrifying and insanely great thing to ever happen to a person and it came as a blessing or a curse to whoever possessed it. The King Star held great powers, powers that could match up to what the Great Lycan could do, it started as a thought, an imagination after the appearance of the First Great Lycan and after its death and futile efforts to bring forth another Great Lycan, it became a reality. A few of the Underworld rulers broke out to form an allyand experimented on their first male children with the fur and stolen blood they had gotten from the Lycan before its death. This

started to change as I stepped forward. A sudden adrenaline rush to my head as my walk became haste. An unknown force was pulling me to the direction. Finally to a door. A simple door with a red crossed sign on the side. My manners let me unconsciously knock on the door. When there was no response, I looked at Oasis but I found none at my side. I guess she is shadow protecting me. And if she is not here to stop me means probably because it is okay to go in. my hands shaked as I slowly turned the door knob, I pushed the door, A sense of feelings, so strong yet unrecognizable emotion hit me. the smell of antiseptics and iodine was lingering in my olfaction pores. I don’t see anyone but a pers

----------------------------------------- I heard shoes running against the floors coming towards us. We ready our guns to shot them the moment they will be in our sight. However, a gunshot rang in the air followed by sudden pain on my upper arm. I saw the bullet getting stuck in the wall in front if me. ----------------------------------------- NEET SHIT! ----------------------------------------- I cursed in a low voice enough for Bella and me to hear. It stings like Bitch you know, it's a good thing that bullet just scrapped the sking and didn't hot stuck in the arm.

My blouse follows, then my skirt, until I am standing before him in nothing but my functional lace undergarments. “Everything,” Ryder prompts quietly. I swallow hard, unhooking my bra and stepping out of my panties, kicking them aside until I am completely bare beneath the dim track lighting of the dungeon. The cool air makes my nipples instantly harden, a visible betrayal of my internal state that I cannot hope to hide from him.

I could hear fabric tearing and a thud as something dropped on the floor, as Daniel kept ranting, "Don't you know what it is? It's my mother's family crest, and I'm supposed to give it to Susan during our Marking! How dare you—" "Sorry, I'm just a little jealous… Argh!" Anna suddenly cried out in pain. "What's wrong?" Daniel's rant abruptly stopped, a tinge of worry too faint to notice cracking his voice. "M-My voice…" Anna's voice was cracking too. "Those black marks weren't there before… It really hurts." There was a moment of silence, and Daniel soon exclaimed in shrill disbelief, "It's a Souleater Vine! Why would the bracelet be… Where did you touch it?!"

His skin stayed hot. My eyes followed the lines of his body. The heat wasn’t just inside him—something was changing, like the air itself was bending. Beneath his skin, his veins started to glow. The color was hard to name—dark, maybe red—but the light flickered at first, like fire hidden under the surface, then grew stronger, alive, pulsing with something not quite human. Over his chest, the skin moved, and a shape started to rise, slow and steady, like it was forming from the inside. I moved closer, pulled in without thinking.

The stockings went past her knees and down her calves, until he finally pulled them off her feet and tossed them onto the carpet. Her legs were exposed to the warm light. The skin on the inner thighs was fairer and thinner than elsewhere, with faint blue veins visible beneath the skin. His palm rested on the inner thigh, and the warmth of his hand spread across her skin. The goosebumps faded halfway under his touch, and the remaining ones disappeared as his fingers moved over her skin. Her skin went back from rough to smooth.