Hunt Me, Mark Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Magnus The world went silent when her eyes flickered closed. I could no longer hear her heart beating in her chest. It's barely been five hours since we left St. Calliope's college. Iris had said she wouldn't last till the end of the day. I didn't expect it to happen so soon. It's not possible! I promised her I wouldn't let her see the darkness of death. My heart almost exploded from my chest. “Earis!” I barked, shaking her cold flesh. The mark on her skin spread across her body, covering her in a black inked tattoo pattern. I knew it had been spreading but this time it consumed her whole, even across her face and lips. I pulled her off me the second her skin gave off a strong scent. I placed her back on her set and the mark on my sleeve also began to burn. My shirt burned to ash in an instant. I watched the cursed pattern slowly and painfully retract from the back of my palm, to my bicep, and eventually to my chest where it had originated. It felt like having barbed wire drag

Earis He snapped his fingers and the lights turned red, the blinds slowly slid shut, encapsulating us in the cold room. Music seeped from the invisible sound system in the walls, a low rhythm curling around us, setting the perfect mood. “That's much better,” he grinned, leaning in to take my lips. His mouth moved against mine slowly, each kiss deliberately coaxing me into his rhythm. He took his time tasting me. He explored every inch of my lips, his tongue brushing lightly before retreating, only to return and claim more. I savoured his wet, warm slippery lips knowing they were mine to claim. The restraint in his movements made my body ache with impatience, every second of his unhurried control winding me tighter beneath him. I loved every second of it… the tiny moans that slipped from my throat, the sound of the slow jazz, and the click of our lips with every pull. The way the heat inside me wasn't rushed but built slowly, and the deeper the kiss, the more his grip on my wrist

Earis The sound of humming vibrations almost knocked out my eardrums. I know that ringing tone anywhere, it was my fucking phone. Honestly, I felt too tired to get it, but it just wouldn't stop buzzing.I couldn't feel Magnus's presence in the room but his scent still lingered, coating me in his warmth. I cursed under my breath as I sat up in bed, my hands still weak from exhaustion like I hadn't even shut my eyes to rest in the first place. I sluggishly picked up the phone without checking who was calling. “Earis Lockwood,” the voice on the phone called, my eyes snapped open immediately and my heart skipped a beat. I knew who had that cold maniac voice. Especially the way he pronounced my name like he was there when it was given to me. Cicada! “Rsmsey…” I mumbled, tightening my grip on the phone.“I haven't been called Ramsey in a long while,” he chuckled. “You've been on one hell of an adventure lately. You went from a simple task of freeing Nuel to being secured as the Luna.

Earis I didn't know what to do. The sight of them being terrified of me made my chest heavy. When I turned to look at Cicada he was gone. Vanished into thin air like he was never there in the first place. I was left alone at the shore as the crowd flooded in. My heartbeat echoed in my ears, and so did theirs. The way they looked at me. Some were terrified, others… not so much. They took out their phones and started taking pictures. They might have thought this was part of a show for the festival. That was the thing about Mundanes, they acted so naive most times, and even in the face of death some of them would stand just because it amused them. “Fucking humans!” The voice in my head growled again.“Who’s that!” I snapped in response. “I know you might not know this, but werewolves and Lycans have an inner wolf, like a split persona that harbors your animal instincts. I've been trying to get you to listen to me,” she hissed.For someone who was supposed to be part of me, she sound

Earis Strigha's roar seemed to have energized my cells, almost like I was stabbed with an EpiPen. The rush of adrenaline pulled me back into my body and I regained control. Instead of breaking free of the net, I shifted back into my human form. I buried my face in the truck bed, and my hair covered what was left of my face. My limbs still felt numb, so I couldn't run away even if I wanted to. “Be on your guard…” my father whispered to Anya, and I heard her feet slide into a defense stance. I hated it. I hated the fact that she trusted him so much and he was turning her into a mindless weapon the same way he did to me. I know some supernaturals deserved what hunters did to them, but not everyone does. The screams continued for a while and the sound of gunshots and arrows followed, but I know all too well that my father would rather die than let a Lycan escape him. Magnus Voss versus Ambrose Lockwood… that was a fight I didn't want to see, but Skyler was more than excited for it.