Novels by Rae Shell

BattI sit at the bar in The Gentlemen’s Club, glass of Jameson Whiskey in my hand as I watch her dance. Amora, she’s beyond beautiful, but in an old Hollywood glamour kind of way, not this baby doll, little girl looks from today. She has strong features, beautiful almond shaped green eyes, high pronounced cheek bones. Her skin was the most beautiful caramel color I had ever seen. I have imagined many times how soft she must feel. She must taste like vanilla, or strawberries. I close my eyes as my mouth waters at the thought. I open my eyes as I hear the music change, and she starts to sway a bit more as her hands roam her body like a lovers would. She was slowly making her way to her breasts, gazing out into the crowd. Her eyes lock onto mine as she cups her breasts. She licks her lips as she moves her hands up to her throat. My cock gets hard imagining that they are my hands, and that my lips are close behind.The music stops and I watch as she exits the stage, she moves like a gaze

I need to get this done and completed soon. My power is waning, I can barely feel when another entity is nearby. I need to bring my power back up. The only way to do that is to sacrifice the seer, and I know where she is now, Jenni March, the alpha’s daughter, the newest seer, the one that can make my power whole. Once that happens, I will be unstoppable, I’ll have control. I’ll be able to put an end to this whole fucked up situation, get rid of the mutts and the leeches. Then the witches will be the superior species here again. It’s our time to shine.Ever since I can remember, I have been the outcast, the one no one wanted, except my mother. She was a witch, one of the best in our coven. She knew more than most about bending mother nature to her will, and how to use someone’s senses against them. She could make you feel like you were drowning while standing on dry land. She could make you believe it was night when it was the middle of the day. She was a master manipulator to everyo

I work my way to her breast taking the tight bud into my mouth and sucking hard. She arches her back and pushes my head into her harder. One hand moves to her other breast, while my other hand moves to her core, I place my fingers into her, “Oh you’re so wet and ready for me” I growl as I pump my fingers in and out of her. I feel her come close to her release and remove my fingers. She whimpers as I start to unbutton my pants. “I want you to cum on my cock, I need to feel that Onyx.” I rasp as I position myself over her, I line myself up to her entrance and thrust myself completely into her in one movement, completely to the hilt. She gasps as I fill her completely. I start to thrust in and out of her, making sure to hit that spot that gives her the most pleasure. I look into her eyes as she pants and moans through my movements, and I feel she is about to release. “Yes, cum for me baby, milk my cock.” She screams my name as she finds her release, and I quickly follow as she clamps dow

MatthiasI can hear what sounds like waves, but I know I am nowhere near a body of water. I can feel the restraints on my wrists keeping me still on the bed, as I recover from the night before. My head is swimming, and I feel like I have been hit by a Mack truck. But last night, that pain, I have never felt that kind of pain before, it was like my insides were liquifying. The burning and the sharp stabbing pain that radiated through my body was more than I felt I could bear. I am afraid to ask what the hell Onyx and Battt put down my throat, just remember looking at her and seeing something wriggling in her hand. It made the pain stop so maybe I won’t ask. I slowly open my eyes, not sure of my surroundings, I don’t remember who I fed from. Usually I can feel their essence, their spirit and I know them. The last memory I have is of Battt before the pain overtook me and I passed out. I go to open my mouth to talk, and I feel like there is glass in my throat. “Best not to speak right now

I look at Agatha as she twiddles her hair on her finger and snaps her gum. She acts more like a child then most of the kids here do. I don’t understand her hatred for her kind to turn her back on them like she has. “I am not a full blood werewolf,” she says, reading my mind. I forget the fact that she is part witch. “Still doesn’t satisfy my curiosity.” I remind her as she continues to mindlessly sit there. “None of your business,” she says. There are days when I wonder about her…As I sit at the desk in front of me, I hear screams and commotion coming from the building above, “Dammit Matthias” I growl as I race to the stairwell to get to the commotion. Matthias has a young woman in his arms out in the open, her neck already bit and dripping blood, and he looks different, something has happened to him, his eyes are not the usual silver they would be after feeding, but almost a crimson red, as if he is bleeding into his eyes. Poison. There is something in the human’s blood, something t

Batholomew“Is this something that we should do? I mean we have a lot going on right now, and everything is a cluster fuck. I think we need to wait some more. Maybe get a few things straightened here first before we go try to take anything back.” Matthias says he looks so tired, completely out of sorts. He hasn't fed in a few days. His eyes are bright red instead of the regular silver. I look over at him again and see that he is starting to wane. I hear what he is saying, and I have thought that as well, but this is important, just like Agatha told us, we have a visit to make. I want to talk with the pack, see if we can get this resolved without any bloodshed, but I am pretty sure that it will be a war, from what Agatha has said, they won’t give us back our land willingly. But they have encroached on our lands for long enough. We had been here for a millennia, and they came and were able to chase us out because my father was weak. Now it’s time to take back what’s ours. I don’t care