روايات وقصص ضمن Young Adult Paranormal Romance

I glanced around, half-expecting him to reappear, but the shop was empty. It was just me now. Me and the invitation. I didn’t know what to do. Every part of me screamed that this was a terrible idea, that I should throw the envelope away and never look back. But my hands moved on their own, carefully slipping open the seal. Inside was a single card, black with gold lettering. It was simple, elegant, and chilling all at once. Come to me. 8 PM. The address is below. I read the words over and over, my mind racing.

“Okay, girl. This place has a hierarchy.” Of course it did. She pointed around as we passed the long tables. “Wolves and bears sit together. Jocks. Alphas. That’s us now. Across from them, the goth kids, vampires, witches, shadowborn.” “Then there’s the nerd fae and the mages. Over there, that table with the arrogant hair flips? Dragons.” “And over there...” she lowered her voice, “that’s the incubus table.” I turned to look. And my soul left my body. A boy sat at the end of the far table. He had black hair like silk, and glowing blue eyes that practically lit the room. Sharp cheekbones. Sculpted lips. Small horns peeked through his messy hair.

Her face went pale and white as her eyes darted swiftly between Dante and me, before forcing a dry smile on her face. "That's not real," she said with a finger pointed at my face. "This is reality, Professor and here none of that exists. Besides, Moonborn are werewolves, wolves mythology and folklore, as far as I know, I'm human." "And what if you were something more? What if a world apart from this exists with these Supernaturals? Nothing is impossible." Dante moved closer to her but she took a step back, closer to Ethan who held her hand to hold her steady.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

He flips through the book again, scanning the pages as he spoke. “It’s surprising, though. There are no records of any other werewolves—Pureblood or hybrid—who have possessed these two gifts at the same time.” I stay quiet for a while, absorbing his words. Then, without thinking, I reach forward. “I’m sure there’s something in here…” Our fingers brush against each other as I take the book from him. A small jolt runs through me, and I look up to see his eyes on me. Swallowing hard, I try to ignore the warmth of his skin, and pull the Codex closer.

"Look at him, so deeply invested in my daily chemical intake. It’s almost sweet. If the giant prick wanted to know what I swallow so badly, he could've just asked nicely or offered to buy me dinner first." Zane winced, letting out a heavy, defeated groan. "You are utterly unbelievable." "I'm efficient," Rory corrected, reaching out with her boot to casually kick the back of Zane’s seat. "Now put your foot on the gas and drive us out of this subterranean dump before I die of boredom, or worse, before Evren Stormevale’s lapdog comes back down here to offer me a glass of water to wash down my 'chemical trash'." ~Meanwhile~

The more he thrust his hardness, the more she engaged in his every thrust. Being attached to this guy made her going crazy like a hungry human in lovemaking. She has no idea that the person she's mating was an Alp, an Incubus in the form of a vampire-human who uses his magical powers to mate with his desired woman to pregnant her and impregnated his seeds. Luckily, Diana has strong physical energy so when he tried to come into her inner self, she could last at least five minutes but some girls he recently visited in their dreams died during their sleep. He drained their physical energy which caused a sleeping paralysis or nightmare.

He took out few of them and put them in front of me. “Ellen Houston,” he grabbed the first page of the file, “Age 45, she lives at Mayflower Street 10, on the first floor. Divorcee. She has a 10 year old son who is in a wheelchair due to a car accident… It would be a shame if the kid lost his mother, right?” he smirked. “You son of a…” I hissed gritting my teeth. “Let's carry on, shall we?” he opened another file and read it out loud, “Simon Lynn, age 32, single, but currently dating lovely Ms. Kate Loren. There is a lot of love in the air… I bet she would cry a river at his funeral…”

Maybe she was just hallucinating because no way it's possible for Lucifer to radiate this much masculine energy when his mental state isn't well. It must be her hallucination. Right? _______________________________________ For you guys so you wouldn't get confused that's why I decided to tell you the ages of main characters. Catelin- 22 years old. In last semester of her psychological studies. And will start training after passing it. Lucifer King- 27 years old. He isn't a high studied degree holder instead he hardly completed his high school with the help of Catelin. The rest information is reserved for future. _______________________________________ Next will be up soon. Keep liking for mo

I said, my voice gruff as my wolf surfaces, making his presence known. Christan nodded her head; I could tell she was shivering; her fright was rolling off of her in waves. She opened the door and bolted out of my room. Mind linking our beta, Tim, I asked him to get an omega to change the covers and sheets on my bed. I went into the shower, deciding to cool off; that drainage she-wolf had almost made me lose it; I needed a cold shower. Stripping off my clothes and adjusting the water temperature, I hopped in. Soaking my hair, I put both of my hands against the wall and looked down; I couldn't help but think that it's been almost eleven years since my brother, Jayden, and I turned eighteen,