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Every Cure Leaves a Scar
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2026-07-16 23:50:42
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Marked By My Prey Apparently Monsters Gossip Too
“...is rather scrawny for a human…” A finger jabs my cheek. My eyelids threaten to twitch at the intrusion but I force them still. “...Are you certain she's a hunter?” The voice that wakes me is unfamiliar, too close, and dripping with contempt as they poke me again. I don't open my eyes. I keep my breathing slow, even, dragging my mind out of a heavy sleep. How many hours was I out for? The sunless gloom of this room makes it impossible to tell, but my body feels unnaturally rested. Too rested. Then the silence hits me. The agonizing fire of the bond is gone. The pain that had reduced me to a writhing mess has vanished completely, replaced by a strange, humming warmth deep beneath my neck. Because I drank from him. The realization twists my stomach. I gave in. I swallowed his blood and betrayed everything the Order taught me. I bought my life at the cost of my dignity. Disgust threatens to break my composure, but I force my muscles to stay lax, keeping my ey
Marked By My Prey Some Changes Cannot Be Undone
KAINE’S POV Her tenacity far exceeds my calculations. I tilt my head slightly, studying the tension that refuses to leave her shoulders despite the relief overtaking her body. It’s not only her tenacity. From her tolerance for pain to her refusal to surrender. She consistently defies every expectation I form of her. I move her blonde hair aside to better observe my mark. The silver beneath her skin is retreating slowly, one vein at a time. Good. Had she reached for the knife instead, I would have stabbed her. Then I would have had Celine heal her back and still give her my blood. The outcome was never in question. She's nothing like her in this way. Too rash, too angry, too… A soft sound leaves her as she leans closer without realizing, drawing another mouthful of my blood. The pull is unconscious. Desperate. Like the instinct of someone drowning clawing toward the surface. Her throat hitches with every swallow. Dark crimson escapes the corner of her mouth and
Marked By My Prey Never Say Never
“Absolutely not!” His silence is answer enough, but the glint in his green eyes even more so. The bloody bastard is actually considering it. “I’m not drinking his blood. I'd rather die.” My fingers move on instinct, searching for the familiar scar on my wrist. They stop the instant they brush his hand. Right. I can't even reach it. “Is a death wish standard issue for all hunters, or are you just exceptionally eager to fill a grave?” I grit my teeth, refusing to be the first to look away. Once again, I'm doing exactly what the Order trained me never to do. “I’m not eager,” I snap, “it’s our code. And right now, a clean grave sounds infinitely better than being dependent on drinking your blood.” He studies me for a long moment. “A beautiful sentiment. But martyring yourself to a code requires an audience. So, what exactly does dying for your code accomplish? You're nowhere near home. No one is coming to write your epitaph.” I let out a humorless laugh. “And
Marked By My Prey A Price Yet Unpaid
Pain has been my oldest companion since the day I started training to become a hunter. The Order didn't care that most of us were barely twelve when they put weapons in our hands. They broke us long before they taught us how to fight. Bruises became lessons. Broken bones became endurance. Survival became instinct. Some children ran. Some died. The rest of us learned to keep moving, no matter how much it hurt. Which is why I know one thing with absolute certainty. Pain doesn't simply... stop. I stare blankly at Kaine's face, but my only point of focus is his thumb shifting once against my wrist. The movement is slight, but without the distraction of pain, it feels loud. Infuriatingly loud. Everything the Order drilled into me screams to break the hold of a monster, but my own body betrays me, drinking in the relief. “Is there a particular reason I have to remain like this?” Celine doesn't answer immediately. A chill crawls up my spine. Why is she hesitating? Sure
Marked By My Prey Every Cure Leaves a Scar
Kaine doesn't speak after that, and even though my entire body is on fire and pain clouds every thought, his silence remains. I must be dreaming.No.This has to be a dream.She won't survive the night, Master.The words echo through the haze, refusing to make sense.No. They have the wrong person. Hunters don't die in a vampire bed. They die on their feet. They die with weapons in their hands.My fingers twitch against the velvet sheets, searching for a hilt, a blade, a piece of broken glass—anything. My hand finds only soft fabric. The taste of helplessness coats my tongue.Somewhere above me, fabric rustles. The weight of Kaine's hand still rests over the fabric covering my shoulder.“How long?” Kaine finally asks, his voice so low that I almost mistake it for part of the dream.“A few hours at most,” Celine answers. Her voice sounds distant, accompanied by the clatter of glass bottles. “Look at the silver lines. I've never seen a body reject a bond like this. Your mark is demand
Marked By My Prey Not Every Wound Bleeds
Failure always tastes bitter. This time, I choke on it under what feels like a mocking stare.I don't have self-preservation? Rich words coming from a vamp.The moment my feet touch solid ground, I wrench my wrist free from his grip and shove him away with everything I have left. The bastard barely moves, but it matters little to me. The second I break contact, the pain returns with such blinding violence that the edges of my vision blur. I grit my teeth and straighten before he can notice the way my knees threaten to give.“I didn't ask you to catch me.” He studies me for a few seconds more than necessary before answering. “I'm aware.”I bite back a curse. I refuse to waste another second on him. I refuse to let him watch me struggle, either.Bracing my weight, I side-step his broad frame, slipping back through the glass doors leading off the balcony and into the sitting room I'd come through to find another way out of this gilded cage.I manage exactly two steps.Then it hits me a
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