Wicked Within Novels & Stories

Every step she took sent shivers down her spine, as if the ground itself was tainted with the essence of wickedness. As she ventured deeper into the heart of this nightmarish dimension, Sable could feel her own strength waning. The darkness seeped into her very being, attempting to extinguish the flickering light of hope within her. But she refused to succumb. She knew that deep inside her soul, a spark of determination still burned bright.

In the depths of that humiliation and betrayal, I realized my weakness—a haunting truth I couldn't escape. The memory faded, leaving me bound and aching in the cavernous darkness, surrounded by witches and vampires. Their dark rituals, meant to siphon our powers, buzzed around us like a plague, infecting the air with an insidious corruption that gnawed at the edges of my resolve.

Elena whimpered, but I didn’t let her look away from the mirror as I dipped a finger into her glistening folds and spread her wetness around, making sure she watched the entire time I touched her. She always calls me wicked , I now wanted her to see how wicked I am. A low rumble vibrated in my chest again, almost too faint for human ears.

Could she ask to fire him immediately? Leon’s eyes narrowed as he watched her as though knowing what ran across her mind. She coughed, clearing her throat and smiled, “Yes, I think he does fit the description for the work. I hope you can be welcomed here, Mr. Wickedhem.” “There is no need for the formality, milady. You can call me as Leon,” said the demon smoothly, too smoothly to come across as charming even. “Also, as long as you are glad to accept me, I will make myself a home here.”

Instead, she returned to her concern. “Alpha, pardon my bluntness and ignorance. But can you please at least enlighten me about her status?” She asks. Duncan threw a mischievous smirk towards her. “Isn’t it obvious? She’s an omega.” He was certain of it, remembering the scent, her uncontrolled and sudden heat, and her reactions to him. All of them were the something similar to a werewolf with a status of an omega. An uncomfortable groan escape him when once again the lingering feelings tried to claw its way out of him, making his body tingle, and his crotch react.

The pleasure was divine, a honeyed bliss that made her inner walls clench and flutter. “Yes, yes,” she moaned breathlessly, lost in the ecstasy. Then laughter bubbled up amid her gasps as fingers circled her relentlessly, the overwhelming sweetness in her pussy sending electric jolts that arched her spine and curled her toes. “Oh god…” she panted, eyes fluttering back in her skull. “So good… so fucking sweet.” Her breaths came in jagged bursts, her body teetering on the edge of spasms from the unbearable, sugary bliss radiating from her pussy, each stroke amplifying the delicious ache until it consumed her.

It sat with remarkable calm despite the growing circle of staring servants, occasionally flicking its ears as if deeply unimpressed by southern civilization. A black card hung from the collar and Halrem took it. `For the Wicked One Who Does Not Fear Teeth. He bites only when ignored too long. — D.K.‘ There was a full second of silence. Then Halrem closed her eyes. Selene, against all wisdom, whispered, “It is adorable.” Halrem turned her head making Selene corrected her words immediately, “Monstrous. Entirely monstrous.”

“Because I’m not sure how much longer I can resist ruining you.” Her eyes darkened, a small, almost wicked smile tugging at her lips. “Who said I want you to resist?” That was it. The last thread of control snapped and as I leaned over her, claiming her lips once more, I knew there was no going back. I was going to abandon that wicked darkness lurking within me but it seems like Wren wants to match that part of me more than I do. She will know just what game she is playing. It’ll start tomorrow.

They say love is stronger than lust. But Niu believed otherwise. Love might be powerful, sure—but the pull of raw desire? That was even stronger. Still, maybe it depends on the person. When someone cheats, they know the risks. They know they’re about to hurt someone they love. But the thrill? The rush? It’s so intoxicating that it’s almost impossible to resist. Once you give in, it becomes easier to do it again… until you’re hooked. Niu had always loved Leanne—for as long as he could remember. But the night he saw Kate dancing wildly on the floor, temptation hit him so hard that he forgot about everything—his feelings for Leanne, his vows to Claire, even his marriage itself.

It is just like the time at the forest with Reagan ‘Fucking wraiths.’ I curse out remembering the last time I encountered them I grind my teeth out as they rush at me now, as if motivated by my recognition of them. From all directions , they spring on me, ambushing with screeches and bloodlust. I try to run but my legs would not move. I try to shift but nothing works. Tendrils of darkness reach for me, as they close in faster than light. Any moment now… Realizing what this means and what Sir Wicker said to me– I know the risk at hand. They fed on my guilt and the stronger it is, the stronger they get.