LOGINIt wasn’t much of a fight because Asher didn’t retaliate. He only stared Silas down like he wasn’t even worth the hassle. “What the fuck do you want with my wife, asshole?” There was a large hole in the wall now. Kerry was already calculating just how much it would cost to fix it. Asher rolled his
“Patience,” Alaric said. Asher was about to say something, but a pained cry tore through the room. It had begun. Whatever pain Silas was feeling, it was so intense that he arched violently off the bed, as though invisible hands had yanked him upward. His fingers curled in on themselves, nails biti
They decided that since Silas wasn’t going to just admit that he was possessed, they would perform some sort of exorcism on him. Kerry would laugh at the whole thing if that wasn’t basically her husband being dragged into some underground dungeon. Silas watched the whole thing happen with a look of
At this point, Silas was helpless. Kerry had no choice but to believe Asher, even though she really didn’t want to. This wasn’t her husband—she knew this. She knew Silas like the back of her own palm, and this just wasn’t him. She tried to get off him, but the vampire hissed in protest. His eyes we
Her husband was still the way she had left him—with that damn stake in his chest. Honestly, she didn’t know whether having these men hovering over Silas was such a good idea anymore. Asher had assured her that his father and uncle would find a solution to her husband’s sudden… chaotic behaviour. At
The last thing Damien wanted was for this to happen—now, of all times. Okay, maybe he hadn’t cared about Gwen finding out the truth, but he also hadn’t expected her to throw this much of a tantrum. And certainly not in front of him. His jaw tightened as he stared at the man who had just stepped out
With everything happening—everything—I was gaining weight? Guilt crept in. What an Embarrassment. People were dying out there. Humans were starving. And here I was, well-fed and soft. The fought made me hate myself. I tugged at the fabric and glared at my own reflection in the mirror. “ Traitor “
Everything she owned. A slow chill crept down her spine. Did Damien… raid her room? After this sad excuse of an apocalypse? She pushed the thought away, uneasy. Then she noticed something else. The placement of the furniture in. The large K-pop poster she had over her bed, which she had barely noti
Liz's POV Painting was something I had picked up. Mostly due to boredom. My brush dragged across the canvas in shaky strokes. I frowned at the mess on the canvas. It was awful. Why did I think this was a good idea in the first place? “What is it supposed to be?” the woman beside me asked. Elena
“Feisty,” he murmurs with a low chuckle. “I like her.”His companion is laughing too as they walk away, speaking casually about the engagement celebration Phoenix is being forced into. Liz feels sick. She waits until they’re gone before returning to her work, shoulders trembling.She continues to sc







