LOGIN“Did you say, sick?” He whispered. “I got an erection spilling their blood. My claws, my fangs…they want something to dig into. Flesh to rip apart. I got that in abundance, hence my drastic change in appearance, little ember. But your wet cunt smells even better than their blood.” I was so shocked, I gasped his name, “Arien!” His actual name. ——— Naida Ashryver’s life grew complicated when she was caught in the throes of a murder she was innocent of, rendering her a fugitive. A sinister occurrence that was tied to dramatic revelations had her questioning her identity, leading her right into the web of Eldarien Ravthorn, the Alpha King, whom she couldn't resist. Little did she know that their union had been ordained but the enemies lurking in the shadows would not sit back and watch her get her happy ending. Warning: This is an 🔞 werewolf romance with elements of violence, gore, and occasional dark themes. Surprisingly, it also has its fluffy moments. Proceed with caution! Originally titled Twisted Flames.
View More☉ELDARIEN The bruised areas on her skin were gone, returning to the flawless pale skin of the rest of her. Licking her injuries worked faster than whatever medicinal brew was present in the pool, and she was fast asleep, far more peaceful after her nightmares had made her cry again and I had soothed her back to sleep. It was frustrating, those nightmares, an adversary I couldn’t kill. As she fiercely guards her little secret, it's all I can do to protect her from those who see her fire and try to extinguish it. Those rosy, golden embers that could become infernos someday. I stood as far away as my self-control would allow, feeling the pulsing mate pull grow stronger and stronger each day. Each day, the war waged within me grew bloodier, with no end in sight. My everlasting desire to be with my destined mate, and this new, yet potent desire to be with Naida. It was driving me insane. My eyes roamed over her one more time. Small and delicate, curled in the middle of the be
☉NAIDA Clothes and all, he stepped into the water, and I gasped as the delicious heat of it permeated my clothes and skin. My blush was definitely blinding, considering that my face was hotter than the fireplace itself. He perched me on one of the steps and reached for the washcloth and soap folded to the side. “I—I think… you don't have to do this, Your Majesty—” His look told me everything I needed to know. He lathered up the washcloth and ran it down my arm, washing off the dust over the skin to reveal the ugly purple bruise blooming. His eyes darkened, and for a moment, the damper on his aura slipped, letting out a blast of invisible energy that knocked a few things off a shelf in the corner. “It doesn't hurt that much,” I said quickly, and it was a lie, reaching to take the washcloth from him. “Here, let me do it...” I only succeeded in placing my hand on his. The jolt of attraction that barged through that point of contact made me withdraw instantly. “The water has me
☉NAIDA The royal guard was choking. His eyes were wide and rimmed with red, face slowly turning purple as he clutched at his neck with his free hand. He couldn't understand what was happening, and neither could I, but I knew I was responsible. The ugly hate and terror in my chest had morphed into a pungent and venomous desire to see him dead. The urges were so strong that I reveled in every desperate gasp he made, in a futile attempt to get air into his lungs. But then, using his grip on my arm, he pushed me hard against the wall. The impact was so painful that I gasped, and that mere second cut off my concentration. The air rushed back into his lungs, and he stopped choking. He gulped in as much air as he could, until he was laughing at my shriveled-up form in the dust. “You thought you had a chance of escape?” He grabbed my ankles. “The dungeons seem too far at this point! This alley is as good a place as any!” “No! Stop!” I fought him with everything I had, but that onl
☉NAIDA I gaped at her, a smile forming on my face. I knew exactly who she was talking about. It had to be the kind old man who had saved me from the Ivorythorn guards and smuggled me into Ravthorn in the secret compartment of his perfume carriage. I had to see him again and thank him for his help. I told Eolia about him, and we both hurried our steps to his large store on the less busy side of the market. Only to see a small crowd gathered there, and listen to the cries and wails coming from within. “What's going on here?” Eolia inched forward, pulling me through the crowd. My heart had dropped into the cesspool of dread in my stomach. My tongue tasted bitter, a chill taking over my skin. Because instinctively, I knew what had happened here. I had been exposed to death one too many times, that the smell and taste of it were now familiar to my senses. We finally broke through to the front of the crowd and saw what they were gathered around. On a wooden cart, an old man lay
☉NAIDA Bloodied, warped green eyes. A dripping knife. Flashes and screams. Blood everywhere. All of the floor, pools of it, in my hands. Images and echoes of the mutilation drowned my senses. Most of that dark, sticky blood dripped down my hands. All over my hands. She put a knife to his hear
☉NAIDA “Come on out,” The merchant said, as the door of the compartment slid open, allowing the inflow of some much-needed breeze. “We're here. Didn't think we'd get past all the heavy protection of the Ravthorn border.” I sat up from my lying position, my spine cramping from sq
☉NAIDAScreams echoed through my head, coupled with distorted images of Alpha Cassian. First, it was his flashy smile, illuminated by the moonlight. Then it was a bloodied face with the skin peeled right off. The peeled skin lay at my feet, with a dripping knife in my other hand. The next
☉NAIDA A warm hand touched my freezing skin, and I jolted out of my stupor, cowering away, only for my entire body to seize in pain. I whimpered, swiping blindly at whoever was trying to touch me. “Shh. Shh.” A womanly voice whispered. “I'm here to get you out of here. I need you to be quiet.”
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