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Mystic

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Reads 73
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Parts 3
Time 46m

Mature

erotic fae fantasy romance

His eyes caught me from across the room, burning black and depthless. Like everything else about him they were mesmerizing, captivating. There was a confidence in his step, a swagger and easy arrogance that drew the eye, only to be encountered by the most dangerously beautiful man anyone would ever see. It was like the first time I saw him all over again. So captivating. So utterly and completely enthralling. All you could see and think was him, the dark beauty of him. He was a God and I a mere mortal meant to worship him. Even then I knew he was more than human. Something beyond mortal. Something powerful. Something dangerous. It wasn't in just the way he moved, or his god like perfection. It was the hint of swirling shadows in his eyes, the air of illusion that hung around him. He was something more. But even in the beginning I knew he would break me, shatter me and devour the very essence of who I was. I couldn't be bothered to care. If I was to drown, to be devoured to be shattered let it be by him. Because even in that first moment I knew. I was completely and utterly his. This creature, he owned me. This being. He had already possessed me. I was caught. Bound to him. I was chaos. And he, he was mystic.All Rights Reserved

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In Shadows of Night by dstry0515

I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.

The Trials by Yaroda07

How do you get rid of the biggest part of you? How do you ignore the call of something so beautiful yet so deadly? How do you resist the darkness that's been living, growing and thriving within you even before you were born? How do you turn down the only chance to get all the answers you desire, even if it leads you down a path of chaos, horror, and madness? A path others have fought for you not to tread. But why fight at all? Why fight a fire that only burns brighter? "Listen, you can choose not to believe this. But I've been where you are, I've felt what you feel." I opened my mouth to snap back, but he continued, his voice more broken that I'd ever heard it. "Don't ask me how I know - all I know is I don't want to hurt you. I don't want a throne. I just... I just want you to be okay. I can't... I can't lose you too." His eyes held sincerity that should've filled me with guilt. Pain that should've made me reach for him. Something more that should've made my heart ache. But none affected me. Not anymore. I smiled, my voice a whisper as I spoke. "What makes you think I care about you losing me... when I don't even care if I lose myself?" The others may be trying to douse the fire but I'd rather let it burn. Burn until it consumed us all.

I Am Sarah Owens by DeeThompson4

"Who are you?" He asked eyes as wide and bright as the moon. His expression didn't even fit his pretty face anymore, it was just plastered there laughing at me crushing me down. This is not me! I don't get emotional and break down. I was raised to be strong and fight these horrible beasts that murdered my family. I took a look at him. He was all tied up and bruised. His dress shirt was wet and torn with blood all over it. I hated how he looked, it broke me down. "Answer me!" He yelled nearly in my face. I closed my eyes shut and felt a tear leave my eye. How can i just betray him like this? And make a fool out of myself. "I.. I.." I started but i couldn't Finnish my words. I felt like i'd die if i do. I met Josh Teris when i was attacked by a pack of werewolves. He was on the side of the creak when i saw him i could tell he was a werewolf, he had a dark and dangerous look to him. He was the most beautiful man I've ever seen, he was clueless so i lied to him my name and made up a whole different person that i wasn't. Maybe i did it because i wanted to get away from the life i had. Be normal for just one second. My life was based on rules and whenever i was with him he made me feel alive. I knew danger was lurking in his way. When it came it revealed all of me. Secrets came out and things started to reveal that i never thought was true myths that i read about in old books at least i thought they were myths. Now he knows and now i don't know if he would look at me the same. Every Vengeance, Has it's Price.

Lethal Infatuation | 18+ by isamoirae

What should've been just one night of surrendering to my desires turned into an endless stream of obsession. A deadly obsession. A sickening, mind-numbing obsession. She coursed through my veins, spreading rapidly like venom. She was my very own poison. She was my savior and my downfall. She was everything that I've ever dreamed of, everything I've ever wanted. Her taste lingered on my tongue, her scent haunted me every day, and her siren eyes were imprinted into my memory forever. She shouldn't have left me, she shouldn't have created this insatiable craving that couldn't be relinquished. Despite her attempt at trying to run from me, there wasn't a corner of this Earth that she could hide in because I'd always find her. Wherever she went, I'd be right behind her. Chasing her. Hunting her. Yearning for her. Becoming infatuated with the seductress wasn't on my agenda. I didn't plan on being sucked into her world but here I was, on my knees for a woman who pushed me away every chance she got. I burned for her and I'd burn the world for her. She controlled my heart, mind, body, and soul. And the worst part was, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Aastha: His Ruthless Obsession by author_daisy

BOOK TWO OF DARK SERIES "Jo karta hun puri shiddat se karta hun, abb chahe woh nafrat hi sahi. Aur uss nafrat ki hadd junoon mein badal gayi. Tumhe paane ka junoon". ~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•° Reyansh Rai Singhania, 28 years old, a billionaire and King of his own business Empire. Cunning, notorious and loves to play dirty games to trap his prey. But behind the facade of cruel bastard resides a broken man who was despised by his own family, who left him at his worst, he is all alone in need of a companion. Aastha Rajput, 26 years old, a doctor thriving to reach heights of success. She's kind to those who deserves and has potential to show right place to the jerks. Her 'go and fuck off' attitude indeed keeps them far away from her. She's getting engaged to her old school crush unaware of the upcoming storm. When fate plays, it plays hard, it will throw you in the games that were never meant to be yours. "You let him touch you, my minx, do you know what I do to them who touch my property? His words were dangerously calm, an invitation of death. "He's my fiance, for god's sake, he has all rights over me w----- "Never.ever.repeat.that. or I might fvck you right in front of him, and no one can stop me". He uttered grinding his teeth. It's true though, he is capable of crossing all boundaries, what he said is probably easiest for him. "I'm not your property". I spat back, knowing very well, it ignited his rage. "Ohh really, my minx . He stepped forward, his eyes darker than earlier. "keep that in mind, you're mine to ruin, mine to claim and mine to break". I don't want to accept but that's true, the leash of my life is in his hands.... It's him and me, end of the story, even if he's the villain. "Just like I save people, I can kill too. Get lost before I rip your limbs out". Plagiarism is highly prohibited 🚫

My Feisty Human Mate by cherrykel

{BOOK1} I open my eyes to a dark room as my senses slowly crept in. This isn't a pillow! Pillow don't have abs or heartbeats. My head snuggled into a chest, legs tangled up and strong muscular arms wrapped around me protectively. I yelp and struggled against a vice grip that didn't even budge. " Let go of me y-you y-ou beast. " That's all I could come up with? My treacherous body has no urgency to fight against our captor. I wiggle my body and prayed for some sort of adrenaline rush while cursing and calling him every bad word I know. Which regrettably isn't a lot. In a swift move, he's between my legs and my dress yanks up to my hips. His warm shirtless tone body smashes into mine and pinned my arms above my head. I felt a slight panic so I wiggle and squirm even more yelling at him. He groans low in this throat and flexed his hips. "OH" I seize my action immediately when I felt his solid hard erection nudge me, sending all sort of confusing sensations throughout my body. I gasp. " I told you to stop moving." He teased. I can't see his face but I can still feel his intense smug gaze on me. " Get off of me you. you. you-" " Bastard?" He helps. " Yes, bastard!" Can't even come up with your own insult Silver. I scold myself. " When I imagine you writhing beneath me you're moaning and screaming my name..." His lips brush my cheek. Oh god " while that sweet wet tight pussy of your's contract around my dick as I thrust deep inside of you." His hoarse deep voice filled with so much passion, lust and desire. I swear if I wasn't lying down I would be on the floor. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Copyright law ... All rights reserved to CherryKel only. No one is allowed to plagiarize, repost this story or anything else that comes to mind, without the author's written and signed consent.

Boundaries of Obsession by am12ma34

His eyes told how dark his thoughts were, what devilish aura he shadowed if she accepted him and was ready to listen to him no one could imagine his doings. She only seeks solitude, but he seeks her, and he craves her as if his life depended on her. He is the cause of her pain. She only wishes to go away from all the emotions, but he can never let that happen. He can show his tears to her, but can she wipe them? Maybe God wanted to create an unforgettable story. His aura screams power that no one can deny except bowing. Her soul reflects others' sins for what others fear to acknowledge. Did she hate him for giving her pain? No, she never hated him. She changed herself.. but what change? She loves him! Maybe not... then what changed...? Love, why is it so difficult either to gain or to lose... "I don't like it when you think about things other than me," he said Is this the start of his madness, or is he already drowned in insanity? She is his heart.........She is the eternal echo God cast into existence for his life. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● He is taking every step near to her, his deep dark eyes looking at her serene, calm face... she is looking directly into his deep, dark ebony eyes... she can clearly see the insanity in his eyes... "Sweetheart, I told you not to think about other things.... but why would you like to provoke me... ha, " his voice is deadly low, sending an electrifying jolt. She is just standing in front of him looking into his sinister soul... He touched her cheek gently, rubbing the soft, gentle, dried tear marks.. He kissed her forehead... she closed her eyes, accepting her fate from which she tried to run away.... "Tell me, sweetheart, what punishment should I give him." A dark mysterious smirk playing on his handsome face... "He is your sister's soon to be husband," she said as he didn't know. He chuckled, a mocking, sinister, extremely insane smile

Pushed & Pulled by LLilBlackDress

**** WARNING*** this book contains graphic details of sexual content and assault and is not appropriate for viewer's under the age of 18. Reader discretion is advised! **You have been warned!** He's my obsession now, a drug I crave, and I his. I freely give into the madness, the place he takes me, and I willingly go to forget, forget about how crazy my life is right now, a place where sadness and fear do not exist. The high, unlike anything I've ever felt. Our tongues dancing passionately in rhythm with each other. His finger twisting in my hair pulling, teasing me, the prickling pain part of the high. Our bodies pushing and pulling together like magnets. I rake my finger nails up his back, an animal like sound rough and primal slips from his mouth. I'm naked, sprawled across his bed. Already two orgasms in. He tells me he likes the way my body trembles beneath him. "I'm going to wreck you now Ambrosia." His voice is rough. My inner muscles clench painfully at his words. He spreads me open and slams into me. I moan into the mattress my hands stretched above me; he holds them together as he makes good on his promise. His movements slowly becoming harder, faster, he bites down on my shoulder, the pain quickly forgotten as his lips kiss a trail to my neck, he reaches under me and pinches my swollen clit. His hand fists my hair forcing my head up. "Follow me." His voice is like honey. My body obeys clenching his shaft tight. "That's it." He whispers My body starts to spasm, an orgasm coming up fast until I can no longer hold onto reality, I eagerly let it slip from my fingers until I'm floating. This is what I crave, he is my drug.

Cologne by its_always_7

He wasn't supposed to exist outside the pages of a fantasy. The kind of man who looks at you once and suddenly every line you've drawn between real and unreal begins to blur. His words sound like sin wrapped in silk, and his touch-God, his touch-feels like every rule you promised yourself you'd never break. When he entered my life, it wasn't with a warning. It was with chaos wrapped in charm, temptation laced with danger. He didn't need to say much; his eyes did. I'll ruin you, and you'll thank me for it. And the worst part? I wanted to play along. Even when I knew he was the storm and I was the match, waiting to burn. Because sometimes, the most dangerous stories aren't the ones you read. They're the ones you live- with the wrong man who feels too right. ~Elara✨ Meet Elara and find out whether she be able to handle her fantasy world in real life.😉

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In Shadows of Night

I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.