All Chapters of The Healer's Bond : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The degradation the human was going through and how Terra the succubus was feeding off it fascinated Emma. The Healer used her werewolf sight to see how Terra was getting nourished from the freaky act she performing with the poor helpless human.Emma watched closely as the veins in the anatomy of the sex creature pulsed with light. The Human began to struggle as Terra’s tail tightened around his neck as she began to hump harder on his face. “Hold still! Let my juice soak that face up!” Terra yelled as she pushed the human’s face deeper. “Yes!” The Succubus came wildly and gushed her liquid on the face of the bound helpless man.Emma was amazed by how Terra climaxed. The golden fractured star on her chest glowed brightly as her pussy nectar dripped thickly over the man’s buried face. The Succubus released the man who was coughing out liquid which Emma deduced to be Terra’s pussy juice. The man’s face was wet and dripping. He was on his back trying to catch his breath but the Succubus w

"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 here?" he asked cautious

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

Terra’s whip-tail lashed the floor, sparks flying as its razor-sharp tip carved through stone. Her eyes glowed like twin embers, the smile gone from her lips. Now there was only cold intent."You shouldn’t have walked away, Emma," the succubus murmured, claws sliding out from her fingers with a wet snikt. “You’ve defied the Garden. Defied desire.”Emma dropped into a stance—legs shoulder-width apart, arms raised in a balanced curve. Her breathing slowed. Soma Fang. Ancient werewolf martial art. Rooted in grace, ends in devastation. Her wolf stirred under her skin—quiet, but burning with clarity.“I didn’t defy desire,” Emma said. “I chose reality.”Terra lunged first. A blur of pale limbs and tail. Her claws arced for Emma’s throat, but Emma twisted beneath them and sent a crushing elbow into Terra’s ribs. The succubus hissed, twisting her head, horns slicing through the air like obsidian blades.Emma barely ducked, somersaulted backward, and launched a lightning-fast Fang Spear—two-f

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