Vixen After Dark Novels & Stories

Author’s Note / Reader Warning: This story contains extremely explicit content, dark themes, non-consensual elements, drugging, stalking, kidnapping, heavy BDSM, blood play, and intense psychological manipulation. It is very dark and not for the faint of heart. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ****** Chapter 1 Velvet Obsession Ledger¥ She was sleeping again.

Vera Three years later “I don’t know, Ami…” I trailed off. “Why not? Give me a reason why? Is there a reason you don’t want to? Aren’t you angry?” Ami asked. Of course, I was angry, but Ami was even angrier in my stead. Ami is my best friend and has been since we both went to Alpha’s Academy. She was a hybrid mix of werewolf and vampire. The two conflicting halves were constantly at war with each other, and she suffered from it. We had been apart for years, but we were just as close as we had been when we were young. Seeing someone every day didn’t define a friendship. She was closer to me than all nine of my siblings. Sometimes blood wasn’t thicker than water.

"For the Lower Realm!" Beside him, Vixen landed lightly on a high boulder, her nine tails swirling like a typhoon of white flame, blasting physical shockwaves into the flanks of the swarm every time they tried to scale the canyon walls. Sweat beaded along her hairline despite the cold, the strain of sustaining such power beginning to show in the tightness around her eyes. "Keep pushing them back!" Vixen shouted, her silver hair flying wildly around her face as she fired another concentrated stream of fox-fire into the tightest cluster of shadows. "Don't let a single one breach the northern arch!"

But now that, was going to change. As blood trickled from my lip, I felt the familiar cold embrace of my darkness. But this time, instead of rejecting it, I welcomed it. As I embraced it, my senses heightened, my eyesight sharpening unnaturally. And as the coldness travelled down my arms, black veins started to appear, the consequenting mark of my dark magic. The girls froze as they saw the transformation, their eyes widening in terror. Good, they should be afraid.

Vicky’s fingers trailed lazily down my stomach, circling my navel before dipping lower to tease the still-swollen lips of my pussy. We were both drenched with sweat, and cum, the lingering slick from the double dildo now discarded on the nightstand. The room smelled thickly of sex— musky arousal, her jasmine perfume, and mine. Afternoon had bled into early evening, the light soft and golden through the half-closed blinds. She kissed the corner of my mouth, then whispered hot against my ear, “You said next time you wanted my fist. I’m not waiting for next time.”

My Dark God, This is as much as I could finish before you caught me out of bed. Love, Your Vixen Looking at the pile she completed, I notice it is the expenses for the funerals for those that were found outside of the gates. “That sneaky little Vixen,” I growl aloud. I should have known that she would find a way to find out what is going on along the borders. Flipping through the papers I see that she has relocated the funds from her own accounts to pay for the arrangements of those killed by the witches. “Of course she did,” I sigh to myself as I set aside the arrangements and get to work on the rest of the business.

She shakes her head as she says, “I’m sorry, Amity, but I can’t, not tell him if he asks.” “Okay, but only if he asks. Swear.” Vixen knew what she meant, and with a wave of her hand, a mark appeared on the inside of her wrist. If she told anyone, including her mate, if he hadn’t asked, then she would be punished by three. She shows Amity the mark and Amity continues, “The she-wolf is a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess, one of the Lunamoon bloodline. She is also a friend.”

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

The cool of the night rubbed against the heat of their bodies, the sensation of cold and fire making tremors run down her skin. Laughter came from under the balcony. A soft gasp. A woman’s moan. Lena froze. She looked down, and, indeed, a cabana directly below their own suite was illuminated with string lights and filled. A young couple was sitting in darkness, indeed embroiled in their own sordid affair. “They’re fucking and watching, Jace," she breathed. “I know,” Jace mumbled into her ear, nipping her lobe whilst moving inside her once more. “Let them.”

I was probably behaving weirdly and I could see he starting to worry. "Yeah, it's just-- I'm cold. Yeah cold." I lied. It wasn't actually a lie since I suddenly felt chilled to the bones. "Oh, hold on for a moment then, we should set up the camps soon its dark after all and this place keeps getting creepier but no worries okay? I've been in forests even late at night and there are no such things as witches or wizards or vamps." He chuckled. He said that to calm me down but down but all I could feel was more fear at the mention of vampire but laughed with him Anyways, she didn't want start acting like a sissy, that was Sadie's and Adrianna's job.