Wolves Night
- Reads 61
- Votes 3
- Parts 3
MatureOngoing21m
Last published Sun, Mar 27, 2022
Juniper's feet slammed down upon the wet earth. She could feel her muscles straining ,trying to continue to push her forward deeper into the thick brush of the forest. Her hair sticking to her neck and face from her exertion. She knew he was pushing her further and further into the forest to confuse her and separate her form the others. Her legs finally gave out, energy all but depleted. Juniper collapsed onto the wet moss covered forest floor. She began taking big gulps of air trying to catch her breath. The forest had gone quite. No longer could she hear the screams and shouts of the others. She let her gaze travel across the forest not being able to make out much due to the thick brush blocking the moons light. She held her breath waiting...listening. The hairs on the back of her neck stood forward. Something was watching her.
A dark chuckle echoed out across the forest before a slow mocking clap followed suit. "I admire the effort darling. I truly do. For a second there you had me fooled." He called out. She found sight of him just walking within the small clear opening where she had collapsed. Juniper bared her teeth at him as her rage set it. "Fuck you." She growled. A smirk formed on his lips and his eyes shown with something she couldn't name. He stood in front of her before grabbing her chin pushing her face to the side bearing her neck. He would try to make her submit to him like all the others but she would not. "Now that isn't how a lady should talk." He scolded. She tried to rip her face from his grasp but it caused him to dig his fingers deeper into her skin. "Good thing I've never been much of a lady then." She replied. He threw back his head laughing, his neck vulnerable. Juniper wished nothing more than to rip out his jugular with her own teeth. He looked her over his gaze skimming over her body in an appraising manner sending shivers down her spin and her stomach to turn in disgust. "In that you are correct."
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Feral Hearts
'Mate her!' Lukas's beast roared from within. The outburst surprised him. Unlike some situation where his wolf wanted blood from his women now, it's a bit different. He wanted to mate not only to have sex but to own the witch for good, marking her with his scent. "I despise you!" she lowered her voice and inched away from him "You're crazy! But King or not! You don't have the right to kiss me!" "No," he growled, letting his beast flare in his eyes for a second. "But I might consider taming your smart mouth Victoria." She licked her lips and grinned but damn her lips for tasting divine. "Maybe I'll like to see you're cold and lifeless body below me right now King!" she said with a hissed, her perfectly arched brows slowly lifted. "But death is too good for you." That did it. A warning growl rumbled from the back of his throat shit, he was losing his grip here and fast. "I don't think you get it Victoria. This isn't the sort of danger you play with, then walk away thinking you'll be safe." With his speed he was able to yank her back to him, rolling his hips to make his point. His leathers weren't that fitted, but more than tight enough for her to feel the hard bar of his cock pressed up close and personal. "This is the sort of danger that see's you flat on your back, writhing and moaning while a cock impaled so deep inside you, stretching your walls then it'll clenched and cum for me. And you know what's more dangerous? It's my mark Victoria...a mark that should be on your delectable neck." He was deliberately crude, hoping to scare her off. He prayed he did because she had to walk out of here before his wolf could cause a fucking riot. Her lips formed a perfect O and her eyes widened. A breath later, she inhaled and uttered the words that made my wolf howl in determination. "I'll rather sign up with death than make you mark me."Complete
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑳𝑭 𝑰𝑵 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑷 '𝑺 𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮
Madeline Curtis, a runaway from small town in Washington, finds herself in the streets of Hollywood looking for a place to stay when she encounters a strange hooded man. In less than a second poor Madeline's entire life was flipped upside down and she is determined to find the monster that caused it all. ----------------------------- Maybe it was the way all of their hearts beat in synchronization or the bulging veins that popped out of their hands as they did their work. Somehow, some way, without the normal supervision and the taste of human blood I'd gotten just an hour ago, I broke my streak of leaving the humans to rest freely, and I killed them all. "Madeline." I announced to the crowd, at least they'd know the name to their killer when I pierced my teeth into their bodies, their bodies running cold due to the lack of blood. "Maddy?" A sadly familiar voice said from the front door. When I didn't respond he stepped closer and used his thumb to tilt my head back to look at him. I couldn't make out if it was disappointment or sadness when he looked at the remains of the human boy lying in front of me, no chance of life inside of him. "Oh, Madeline." he sighed. ----------------------------- ! TRIGGER WARNINGS ! • graphic themes • domestic violence • details of violence ----------------------------- #7 in rated-r #34 in dominance #35 in steamy #53 in sexualComplete
Filthy, Impetuous Soul | NaNoWriMo2021
(This story does occur in the True Silk universe, but it is a few hundred years in the making.) He doesn't blink, still. She kisses her teeth, folds her arms and walks away. "Fine, you wanna stay down here? You can." "Come on, man." I turn around again. "This really isn't funny -" A tall, pencil-thin figure looms behind him. Its white skin is translucent and papery and its fine, greasy black hair has been formed into matter locks. Its neck, which is slightly too long for humans, is stretched like a turtle's while its shoulders are pitted down and and hunched. If it were possible, Grants eyes go even blanker, as if the life had just left his body. It's a few seconds before his body collapses to his knees and then laggingly onto his face. The creature's slender, skeletal fingers drip with his blood, in its hand, a fresh, still desperately beating heart. Grant's heart. * Julien would be your run of the mill bad girl; smart mouth, always picking fights, doesn't take anyone's crap bad girl. She would be...if only it weren't for the fact that she is an out-of-the-ordinary vampire. That much is made very clear when she and some friends go poking around the forbidden catacombs outside of their home city. They accidentally find something ancient and murderous lying beneath its surface with ties to old, dangerous magic kept locked away for good reasons. And now he has ties to her. Started November 1st, 2021Complete
Her Innocent Heart (Masoom Dil)
🎬 Kidnapped Romance YouTube Channel: UCb0EOwy75EU8UQVbvkI-H8A ⚠️ An innocent beauty... and a famished beast. She was running. Branches slapped her cheeks, the gnarled root of an old tree suddenly caught her foot- She crashed to the forest floor with a gasp. The pain shot through her ankle like a blade, but she didn't stop. She pushed herself back up and ran again. A low-hanging branch snagged her veil-rip! Grazed her shoulder too. Still, she ran. Her breath came in broken gasps. She glanced over her shoulder. No one. Only the sound- Heavy thuds. Boots crushing dried leaves behind her. Her bare feet bled as she stepped on a brittle twig. She winced, stumbled, but didn't stop. Her heart was beating in her ears. Louder. Louder. She bit down on her lower lip, tasting blood. Suddenly- Thump! She crashed into something hard. "Ow!" she gasped and staggered back, thinking it was a tree. But it moved. A towering figure was in front. She froze. Then- "No!" she whimpered, trying to back away. Too late. A brutal tug on her hair jerked her head back. "Where to?" His voice was low and cold, his hand clenched tightly in her hair. "Leave me!" she screamed, struggling violently. He started dragging her. "Let go of me!" She fought back, landing a weak punch on his stomach. "Bitch," he spat. "Shut up before I loose all my patience with you." And then- He flung her up and threw her over his shoulder like a sack. In the moonlight, he looked some big bad Werewolf. "Put me down!" she cried, punching his back, clawing-but his skin felt like stone beneath her fingernails. He halted again. And dropped her. She hit the dry ground. Before she could crawl away, he knelt beside her- Then straddled her, his shadow engulfing hers. "No," she whispered, going deathly pale. Eyes wide. Lips trembling. Heart shattering inside her chest. An innocent beauty... A famished beast. ⚠️ This isn't just romance. It's survival. 🥇#1 in Spiritual - many times. AlhComplete
Verge of Insanity
My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.Complete
Thorn (Werewolf) ✔
She collapses down in front of me and runs her hands along my shoulders and down my arms. I close my eyes as she lifts my shirt over my head. "I can hear your heart racing," she whispers. I roll my head back as her lips press into my throat. I'm becoming so hot that it feels like I'm in transition. I run my hands beneath her shirt and up her back, pushing her closer into my throat. "Any requests?" she says. "Be gentle with me." "Really?" I smile before I grip the ends of her shirt and I tear it in half, all the way up her spine and all the way down the middle of her torso. It makes her gasp. "No," I say. ------------ Since meeting her mysterious saviour deep in the woods, ten things started to become clear. 1) Irresistible British men didn't just exist across the world. 2) Survival was a lot more complicated than just looking for water. 3) They were bonded together in a way that didn't make sense. 4) Her life, which was filled with so much human suffering, finally had some faint glimmer of hope. 5) She should have known that humans don't sleep walk every damn night. 6) The man ate animals raw and kept a mysterious, giant wolf as a pet. 7) Hunters will never stop looking for her. 8) She doesn't care. 9) Their desires burn for each other and it's out of their control. 10) Werewolves are real. This is Devon and Thorn's story. WARNING: Mature content. Sexual assault, attempted rape and violence. There is no possessiveness or abuse in this story between the love interests. Their relationship is sweet, warm and a little bit hot.Complete
Dark mind
It was like we were playing a sick game of chess, trying to guess each others movement's and at the same time, worrying about our own. I didn't have a choice and was forced to say "Game on bitch." -------------------------------- Life for Juniper was never easy, even as a child. Her family was complicated, and she herself has always suffered from mental illneses that made her days hard enough as it was, not just for her but for her drug addict skitzophrenic father and bipolar alcoholic mother. As she kept growing up, the world around her became darker and darker until, at the age of sixteen, a man with a dark shadow and distorted, spine chilling voice infiltrated her nightmares, with the promise to bring her agony and pain if she did not do as he said. Now, Juniper is forced to act fast, for her life hangs by a thread. She must uncover the truth of her past, look past the lies of her parents and her own childhood, and fill in the blanks whilst dealing with loud voices in her head, shadows that follow her every move, and a man who she must obey in order to save her sanity, her life and herself. The question still remains, who is this strange man who threatens her very existence? Will she be able to stop him before he kills her, before he traps her in the darkness forever? Will she whistand the torture, will she handle it all? Or will she snap, will she bend and break like her father did, and his father before him? Because, after all, we are all fragile humans, there is only so much we can take. -------------------------------- * Contains swearing, may be triggering and is undergoing mayor editing . * Best Ranking: #1- Skitsofrenia #2- AlluringComplete
Control Me (book 1)
"Who's there," I can't breath. I'm always looking over my shoulder ever since- I can't think about the now. I have to run but where, back to Jake? No I can't, everything is different now. He's supposed to be here to protect me, because if the got me... blood smears the pages of the passed. "Sapphire!" I hear him call. "Coal!" I reach out to touch him only for him to be yanked just out of my reach. I hear the wolves in the distance howling at the beautiful moon. I need his touch again. I need to know I'm safe. The only safe place anymore is pressed against him under the sheets. "Coal!" I call out again. ---I can hear her. She's here somewhere I know it. I can smell her sent threw the thick of the woods. "Sapphire!" I call out, but my call is lost in the night. I have to protect her. I have to save one, just one. Maybe that will be enough to clean the blood off my tainted skin. What if they get her? She'll... Change... I look up at the moon, could she not have heard my howls? Of course she did. She always did. I can hear the other wolves in the forest. Soon I too would be engulfed by the beast. Unable to control myself, unable to predict the beasts next move. Only she could tame the beast inside me. Why be afraid of the monster under the bed when you should be afraid of the one lying next to you under the sheets.--- I keep quiet in the deep dark night. Watching her waiting for her to come back to me. I wait for him to slip up just long enough for me to swoop in and take her. It's only a matter of time. I wait for him to turn into that hideous beast. The beast that only comes out in the light of the moon. The beast that feeds of the insentient. I have to find her,to make her perfect, at least that's what they tell me. They tell me she'll be perfect and she will be mine. She will be the beginning of a new ere the ere of the beast. Everyone has secrets. Everyone lies. Everyone cries. Everyone dies. 2 view points, Coal and Sapphire. Mature! All rights reserved! Thank you!Complete
'Mate her!' Lukas's beast roared from within. The outburst surprised him. Unlike some situation where his wolf wanted blood from his women now, it's a bit different. He wanted to mate not only to have sex but to own the witch for good, marking her with his scent. "I despise you!" she lowered her voice and inched away from him "You're crazy! But King or not! You don't have the right to kiss me!" "No," he growled, letting his beast flare in his eyes for a second. "But I might consider taming your smart mouth Victoria." She licked her lips and grinned but damn her lips for tasting divine. "Maybe I'll like to see you're cold and lifeless body below me right now King!" she said with a hissed, her perfectly arched brows slowly lifted. "But death is too good for you." That did it. A warning growl rumbled from the back of his throat shit, he was losing his grip here and fast. "I don't think you get it Victoria. This isn't the sort of danger you play with, then walk away thinking you'll be safe." With his speed he was able to yank her back to him, rolling his hips to make his point. His leathers weren't that fitted, but more than tight enough for her to feel the hard bar of his cock pressed up close and personal. "This is the sort of danger that see's you flat on your back, writhing and moaning while a cock impaled so deep inside you, stretching your walls then it'll clenched and cum for me. And you know what's more dangerous? It's my mark Victoria...a mark that should be on your delectable neck." He was deliberately crude, hoping to scare her off. He prayed he did because she had to walk out of here before his wolf could cause a fucking riot. Her lips formed a perfect O and her eyes widened. A breath later, she inhaled and uttered the words that made my wolf howl in determination. "I'll rather sign up with death than make you mark me."
More detailsContent Guidelines