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30. BLOODY DEAL II
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Emma's fingers dug into the plush leather of the backseat as her eyes darted nervously between the tinted windows of the G-wagon. The silence inside the vehicle was a stark contrast to the tumultuous thoughts racing through her mind. Every shadow along the road made her tense, every sudden movement caught in her peripheral vision sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through her veins.
"I don't understand," Emma finally said, her voice thin with apprehension. She swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the knot of fear that had settled in her throat. "I thought we would be attacked by rogues." Her last encounter with the zombie werewolves remained etched in her memory like a nightmare she couldn't shake—their contorted faces, the guttural sounds they made, the way their bodies crumpled when bullets tore through them. She had expected to see those same creatures hurling themselves at the vehicle in a suicidal frenzy.
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The Healer's Bond 129. DAWN OF THE INFECTED.
Emma’s jaw dropped open immediately she laid eyes on what was making the ground shake. It was a monstrosity her mind could not comprehend.“What the fuck is that?” Steve whispered as he took a fearful step back.“We need to get the fuck out of this city,” Marcus said as he watched the thing that walked towards them.“Wait I recognize it,” Emma said in shock. “It is the monster wolves that were chasing us from earlier!”“We need to run!” Steve said and pulled Emma by the arm. The thing was heading for them and it made no sense to wait around.The things began to chase them and the trio broke into a run. It was a werewolf but uglier and wrong. it had five heads and a massive body with four powerful legs that stomped the ground, breaking the asphalt. It was surprisingly fast and gaining on them.“How is that thing even functioning?” Marcus asked as they ran.There was no time to even answer the question because left and right was filled with dead rotting bodies of werewolves and people.
The Healer's Bond 128: Something Coming
The first thing they noticed wasn’t the light.It was the smell.The stench of decay hit them like a wall the moment they stepped out from the rusted subway doors into the open. Rot. Burnt fur. Blood soaked into the soil. A smell so unnatural that even Marcus, whose senses had dulled under enchantments, took a staggering step back and retched into the overgrown weeds.Emma's eyes welled up—not from emotion, but from the sharp, acrid smoke still hanging in the air. The buildings near the edge of the city were no longer homes. They were carcasses. Entire blocks were blackened skeletons, burned out and hollowed by fire, claw marks and the rage of something worse than war—panic.Steve stood frozen. “What happened while we were gone?”No one answered him, because no one could.The streets were not just abandoned—they were wrong. Cars stood parked with doors flung open. Blood painted windshields. One had small handprints smeared across the glass—too small to be adults. No movement. No sound
The Healer's Bond 127. Two Weeks
Emma had her father's powers so she could see through his Chaos magic. The little time she had spent with Terra had showed her how to break and see through illusions."It is all a trick Steve," Emma said in a sad tone. "That is not your brother.""What?" Steve asked as he looked away from Grimkeeper."Your brother is here but he is not in prison or chained, Grimkeeper is just using your fears and bringing it to life," Emma revealed to him.Grimkeeper's growl caught their attention. "I do not appreciate the fact that you are getting in my way, daughter. Even though I do this for your own good. Did Terra not show you your fate?"Emma shook her head in disdain. "She only showed me the things that will happen if I let fear rule my heart. I have seen enough.""Emma, I am saving you from heart break, you will outlive him, watch him die, there is immortality in your blood, daughter," Grimkeeper said."That maybe so, but it is my life and not yours, I think I understand why you are doing all
The Healer's Bond 126. The Garden Shatters. The Wolf Awakens.
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The Healer's Bond 125: The Pleasure
Emma’s thighs clenched involuntarily. Her reflection was screaming in pleasure, being taken by Steve driving into her from behind, his hands holding her head, breasts, waist. He was worshiping her like a goddess, filling her every hole, every need, every fantasy. “I don’t…” Emma whispered, even as heat pooled between her legs. “You want to be devoured,” Terra whispered at her ear, now behind her. “You want to be fought over. Ruined. Made holy through pleasure.” “No, I—” But the mirror pulsed, and suddenly Emma wasn't watching anymore. She was inside. Black petals brushed her skin as she landed on all fours, her body naked and arched. A strong hand grabbed her hips—Steve’s growl echoed in her ear. “She’s ready,” he said. His cock pressed against her—thick, pulsing with heat. Steve entered her first, slow and punishing, his hands gripping her waist. Emma gasped. “Open for me,” he said in a voice like temple bells. She obeyed. The rhythm was brutal and beautiful. Each thrust f
The Healer's Bond 124. The Deadly Floors of Grimkeeper III – A Walk Through Desire and Damnation
The crimson door creaked shut behind them, muffling the ragged breathing of the man who now lay unconscious on the velvet rug. Terra walked ahead, her golden tattoos glowing faintly under the infernal red light. Her heels clicked like war drums as she led Emma deeper into the heart of the Grim Floors.Emma's senses were overwhelmed—moans echoed faintly from behind darkened doors, the air was thick with incense, sex, and suffering. The healer in her reeled, but the werewolf in her… watched, hungry and curious.“Welcome to the feeding ground,” Terra said, spreading her arms wide as they emerged onto a balcony overlooking a vast arena below. The chamber stretched impossibly wide and tall—at the center, a gigantic black lotus floated above a pit of writhing bodies. Feeding platforms encircled the arena like theater boxes.“And what is this place?” Emma asked, her werewolf sight picking up glowing energies being drained from the bodies below and channeled into the black lotus.Terra licked
The Healer's Bond 123. THE FATHER'S DEMAND II
The silence between them was suffocating."I am not leaving, Emma for any reason and certainly not because of you," Steve growled.Steve stared angrily at the towering, pale-skinned entity before him—neither demon nor god, neither dead nor alive. Grimkeeper’s long fingers trailed the edge of a glass case containing a rusted dagger wrapped in faded red cloth."What reasons make you think that I would ever leave Emma's side?" The Sterling werewolf demanded."Sit," Grimkeeper said softly, but it was not a suggestion. It was a command that made Steve's bones tremble.He obeyed, lowering himself onto a cold obsidian bench while Grimkeeper remained standing, his shadow stretching long across the marble floor like a living thing."You asked me for the reasons," Grimkeeper said, his voice low, haunting. "Let me give you a thousand."Steve did not respond. His jaw was tight, fists clenched on his lap. Every instinct screamed at him to walk away, but something ancient in Grimkeeper’s aura held
The Healer's Bond 122. The Father's Demand
The Father's Demand"How old are you?" Steve asked, unable to contain his curiosity despite the tension between them.Grimkeeper's laugh was unexpectedly warm, rolling through the museum of his existence. "It depends on your understanding of the perception of time. But I leave that to you.""So you don't know?" Steve shot back, sarcasm a shield against the unnerving reality he faced."No," Grimkeeper corrected, "I'm saying your mind may not be able to comprehend my age. I do not perceive time the same way you do, son of Kane."Steve absorbed this, the implications staggering. "If I understand correctly, you're saying you've been around since the beginning of time.""I don't think those are the right words. I've been around before Time even became a concept," Grimkeeper replied with casual certainty that sent a chill down Steve's spine. "I will outlive even you, son of Kane, which brings me to why you are here."Something in his tone set off warning bells in Steve's mind. "Why am I her
The Healer's Bond 121. Feast of Abandon
The air changed the moment Emma's boots crossed the threshold. Steve felt it first as a prickling along his spine, then as a heaviness that settled in his lungs with each breath. Sweet, cloying, like honeysuckle left to rot in summer heat. He gripped the edge of the table, knuckles whitening as the scent infiltrated his senses, clouding his mind with images he fought to suppress.Around him, the feast hall descended into madness.Marcus, his loyal Beta, the man who had stood by his side through countless battles and bloodshed, fell first. Steve watched in horror as his second-in-command's eyes glazed over, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of color remained. The warrior's movements became jerky, desperate, as he tore at his clothing with trembling hands. A crimson-skinned creature—no, not creature, succubus—with spiraling horns and a forked tail approached him, her hips swaying hypnotically. Marcus didn't resist. His trousers pooled around his ankles as he seized her waist, spinn
