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(Adrian) "He is dead." Ezra muttered as the man turned a pale blue in front of their eyes. His mouth frothed at the side and then he was done. "Must be poison. Edward loves his poison." Ezra said with a scowl in his face as his eyed glowed. "That bastard... he is sick." "Yes." Adrian said with a frown. "Sick... and there is no cure for his sickness." It was as if all of it was planned to the last minute details. With no margin for errors. Edward was sick, but he was also smart. The timing was impeccable, perfect. Trust Edward to always bring the drama to his violence. Edward was all about theatricals, just as he was about his destitute desires and evilness. "He is going to regret coming back to Astoria." Adrian growled deeply. Adrian wanted to tear the whole place apart, but he knew it was stupid, and stupid things, he never did. 'I hate him.' Adiran thought as he looked at the man lying on the cold floor. A fierce growl ripped out of Adrian's throat as he saw the dead man
(Adrian) "You need to be Careful, too, Adrian." Ezra said. "I know. But I'm confused why Ed has to send a warning? He could have attacked without the warning! He knew I would be more careful after it. So why?" Adrian whispered as he looked at his friend. "How can anyone know what he is thinking in his warped mind!? This is one of his mind games." "Or this is a trick. He is very good at misdirection. I don't know what it is, but..." Adrian trailed off as he thought about Edward. The knife wound at Adrian's back felt like it was hurting, again. Adrian felt the sharp slash of the knife. And then he could clearly see Edward’s mad eyes gleaming in the dark night. Had Orion not overcome the dizziness and fought off the poison in Adrian's bloodstream, Adrian would have died that night six years ago. It was betrayal... the kind of betrayal one shouldn't go through. "Don't worry. We will find him. We are not young, anymore. We have seen his cruelty once. This time we are wide awake." E
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Thrice, shame on Love! --- (Amelia) The bustling party was getting quieter as people started to leave one by one. As Amelia and Cilia were walking out with Cilia's brother Ethan, and his mate, Caroline, someone called for Ethan. Amelia sighed. Ethan turned towards the man, nodding at him and greeting him.Ethan looked apologetically at them and shook his head and Amelia already knew it was going to be a long wait. "Just a few minutes, girls." Ethan said as he walked to greet the man, who looked like he was someone important. Caroline sighed. "It is not going to be five minutes. That is Robert Carrick, the King's right hand man." King's right hand man... Amelia immediately remembered the King's conceited, handsome son and her body felt the quick spasm of pleasure. Amelia blinked when she realized that she had disappeared off to the dream land and Caroline was still talking. "They must be talking about the new territor
When darkness creeps in, the monsters walk in the shadows, wearing innocent faces. --- (Colton Rivers)Colton couldn't understand the feeling inside him. It felt like he was going insane from thinking about her. The woman was like a magnetic field and he had never been attracted to anyone as he had been to her. Meganne frowned at him, once again, her dark eyes angrily glaring at him. He had soothed her. Comforted her with a quick f*ck in the closet, but she knew he was not his usual self.They had been together for a long time and she could easily feel his change in moods. But somehow, he didn't feel like explaining to her about this feeling. Feeling. It was a strange word. Colton had never been one for feelings. He had always been the cold and aloof one. Even with Meganne, he was not able to show anything more than his need for her.Whenever she got angry, he satiated her with gifts and his body. And it was easy, to keep her in line. She was good for him. Her aloofness was the
The lingering smell of death, teasing the wakening hours with Songs of blood! --- (Amelia) Amelia said good bye to Blaine and Cilia as she stepped out of the car. She needed rest. She needed to recurpate. "Tomorrow..." Cilia said with a deep look in Amelia's direction. "We will talk, Amey. We need to. You need to understand that I am always here for you." "I know, Lia, I do know that. I just need to wrap my head around all of this..." Amelia said to Cilia. "I wish I know how to help you." "You being here... is help enough," Amelia said as she looked at Cilia. Cilia was alive and that was all that mattered right now. And Amelia would make sure Cilia stayed alive. Cilia hugged her and Amelia inhaled the familiar scent of her best friend, her sister from another mother. Cilia had always been the one who had her back... Cilia smelled like Vanilla. It was calming and comforting and familiar. Amelia's body shuddered when she remembered the time Cilia's eyes lifelessly stared
When someone break your heart, break their Bones! And their heart, too. --- (Amelia) "Stop me, Blaine. Stop me from going there." Amelia looked at him, and then watched herself walking away... He didn't stop her. He looked sad, distressed, but he let her go and Amelia wanted to sit down and cry. This was all her fault. She was the reason her life was stolen, and her pack was killed. The past Amelia, unknown to what was waiting for her, walked forwards, her smile big, and shining. Blaine looked at her back as she walked forward. There was a concerned look in his eyes and then he shook his head. Amelia couldn't remember the one who was serving the welcoming drink, mixed with wolf's bane. Was it someone from her own pack or was it someone from Colton's pack? She tried to remember the face, but it was still blurry! Amelia saw her past self taking the cocktail from the tray. "Do not drink it, do not!" Amelia screamed at her past self. Her past self licked her lips as she too
You are the best thing and worst thing that has happened to me... --- (Adrian) Adrian stood up from his bed. He knew he wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. Sleep was like a distant dream by this time, and he felt stifled inisde the room. Thinking about Edward always made him feel like he was suffocating. It had been too long, but still the memory put dampener in his heart. He removed his clothes and shifted. Soft black fur covered his body. His bones twisted in and out before his paws thudded softly down the wet ground, making a squishy sound as he bounded out the front door. He lifted his snout up in the air as he took in the scent of the night air and wet earth. It had rained a little tonight and he could scent the fresh scent of Earth. Orion's black coat shone in the soft glow of the moon as he stood in four legs. He shuddered in pleasure as the cold breeze ruffled his dark black fur. He ran, and ran, until thoughts in his head were nothing but a soft growl. He looked up
The fire in me can not be put out. --- (Freya) Freya couldn't help but want him. He was her mate. And maybe this time, the moon goddess hadn't messed up so much. Her eyes glowed in the night, two bright emeralds, as she stared at the majestic wolf standing in front of her. Tall, dark, handsome and absolutely breathtaking. He was big, bigger than the biggest wolf she had ever seen, and she was normally bigger than the normal wolf because of her Alpha origin, but in front of him, she felt tiny. Freya felt the rush of feelings through her as Orion stepped closer to her, sniffing her shuddering body. He was majestic and he was the one the moon goddess had chosen for her. Freya's fur stood erect as he nuzzled closer to her, sniffing, bumping against her body. She wanted to bite him, and mark him. She wanted Orion to mark her. She wanted to tell the whole world that he was hers, and only hers and no other bitches could have him, but she couldn't do any of that. Not right now. For