All Chapters of The Viking's Mate Hunt : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Tears, gasping for air, and stuttering the words out, almost yelling every single word because each time I was afraid, my voice would fail me, or my voice would break. Images that were taken straight out of a destructive alien movie from the 80s played in my head, and it was now involving a giant hairy baby with massive claws and canines and my limp, bloody body. "My silly little human, none of that will happen. I am sorry, sweet plum." He sat on the floor with me, cradling me on his lap while stroking my hair repeatedly. "It’s just a little baby. No claws, canines, or fur in places you don’t want them. Your body is perfect for me and my cubs. So, breathe, it will be fine. You are safe; I will always make sure you are—both of you. There is nothing to worry about; it is just positive. If you think of it, you will get to meet the little cub sooner. Instead of 9 months, you only need to wait five months." I could hear, through my snotty, sobbing cloud, that he tried to make the mood l

All hell broke loose like a bomb of chaos went off in the middle of the village. I wanted to shout, to call out for help, and the only one in my mind was Seb: Amon, my dragon king. But no matter how much I tried, it all felt like a bad dream; all my efforts turned out to be a hoarse sound or harsh breath. All efforts and all cries died in my throat, only leaving a deep whisper as a dying animal’s last shout for help. All energy had left me, and I could barely lift my hand when Jacob picked me up, slapping my lame attempt to scratch his face away. Even if I knew it was fruitless, I then used all my energy to lift my other hand. With an irritated hiss, he grabbed it and forced it down before he slapped my cheek. My head was thrown to the side, and my vision blinked as a burning sensation spread on my face. Before I could realize he actually slapped me, strong fingers grabbed my chin and forced my head around. Holding so tight, he pushed my mouth together and held me up in his face. “Ez

We crashed on the ground, yes; we! The blinding light had faded, or my eyes had grown used to it. That is when I saw it was not a flashing light, no strange creature, it was a human. However, I didn’t have enough time to see who it was. My back crashed on the green grass; nothing was soft about that collision, and before I could even catch my breath, my saving angel of light swished away, leaving me alone, baffled, scared, and disoriented. “Drifta! What is your problem?” I knew my anger was misplaced, that everything just boiled up right now, but now it was all directed at Drifta. My wolf, the creature that was supposed to be my other half, the missing part of my soul and all that. Despite all this, she couldn’t even help! “You don’t even try!” I shouted to nobody because I found myself at least a couple of kilometers away from the burning chaos down in the village. I couldn’t see Amon, and my heart threatened to hammer through my chest as I scanned the ground, loudly cussing up D

The cave was dark and cold. The rugged ground was covered with loose rocks, dirt, and water puddles. Small streams of water trickled down the walls here and there. Our steps echoed down the dark and narrow passage ahead. With my back turned to Ezra, Jacob, and the wagon, I stared down into the darkness, scared the thud of my raging heart would start to bounce off the walls. It had created as an attempt to forget that I had to leave Lydia alone in the wagon, but as the cold and wet darkness sucked me into it, I am almost ashamed to admit how fast I forgot about her. It is not that I thought this little hunt, as they called it, would be a peachy walk in the mossy forest ground still bathing in sunlight, but I didn’t imagine it like a gruesome horror movie either. But that is just what it is starting to look like, "Why here? " "Isn't that obvious? " "No, not really." "Oh, come on, Ezra, you know she`s not that bright by now." I didn't even bother to acknowledge him; I just continue

That is just what I did; I crawled as if my life depended on it; for all I knew, that is just what it did. I can’t remember feeling this out of touch or control over myself while obviously being just that. I crawled into the darkness; sharp rocks scraped up my knees, palms, and legs, but I ignored it. I kept my head and eyes focused straight forward, looking at nothing. Jacob`s howls of amusement echoed around me, together with his laughter. He pretended to bark like a dog and growl, and every sound taunted me as I dragged myself through the darkness. At one point, the pain I felt was the bleeding wound on my exposed limbs. It stung, burned, and plain out hurt. This shook me back to reality. A little puzzled, I slowly got myself up, used the wet and cold walls to get to my feet, and just stood there listening to the creepy sound filling the dark void around me, together with my loud and heavy breathing. My pulse throbbed in my ears like rushing water, desperately working to close al