All Chapters of Hunt Me, Mark Me : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

EarisLouis lost his usual cool even though he tried his best not to show it. He walked around in circles, cursing under his breath as to why he had smashed his phone in anger.Liora sat atop the power bike tapping her feet repeatedly against the ground. She pulled her phone from her pocket and started dialing someone. I can't drive a power bike, even if I can, if Liora touched me she'd drain the life out of me. Louis can't leave me here and take Liora to the cabin, I'll die before help gets here. I was so terrified I could see the darkness closing in. The wailing sound of an ambulance came from a distance, and that sound almost made my heart explode from my chest. I adjusted my glasses and arranged the wig on my head. Then I struggled to get on my feet, even though it felt like my bones were about to snap. I made sure I stood at least six feet away from Liora. Louis snatched the phone from Liora and started typing. It took less than three minutes for a hot pink Mercedes-Benz AMG G

Magnus. “Atheria!” Akira spat, and I heard her take a step back “You heard her, she'll drain us all!” She hissed. Akira had said she knew nothing about the Atherias, but I recognized the deep-rooted fear she exhibited in the disguise of distaste, like rival packs at war. Louis stepped in still covered in mud. “Everyone this is Liora, our Siphoner, and she might have just activated her powers today,” he said, placing a hand over her shoulder. “I'd like to warn anyone who isn't Mundane not to be within a six-foot radius from her, anything she touches tends to turn to soot,” he added. I scanned both girls, they wore the same attire and had the same hair. Twins if I must assume, but their faces and personalities couldn't be more different. “Aren't you forgetting something?” The other twin spoke, gesturing her head in a sassy way as she spoke. “And before I forget, this is Ivy, the twin of Liora,” he sighed. All this chit-chat bored me to death. We had something important to do. “

Earis I had been sitting on the couch for the past twenty minutes listening to a sixteen-year-old girl yell at someone who could snap her head clean from her neck. Everyone seemed to be fine; I could hear the slow, steady thump of Aaliyah's heartbeat, almost as if she had been kept in a state of stasis.The candle was placed on the couch next to me. It looked thicker and longer than the last time. Clarissa stood, arms crossed waiting patiently for Magnus to give the order so she could wipe Liora and Ivy's memories. I couldn't stop looking at Magnus, the longer he kept silent the more I felt like jumping off a building. “It's done,” Akira said, walking out of the room at last.My breath hitched at the sight of her. She looked completely different. Like she’d done more than just absorb Liora’s magic. She fucking aged ten years back. The wrinkles were gone, her skin clearer, and her eyes even brighter. The tired face she had worn from exhaustion seemed to have vanished. “I sealed th

Magnus She acts like it's not what I want as well, but the last time someone had my child inside her she ended up dying. I know Earis is nothing like Celeste, but there was a guilt that ate at me deep into my marrow. I'll do anything to keep my daughter alive! Even if it means killing Anya myself. She might end up hating me for it, but it's worth it, and I'll make sure Ambrose suffers a fate far worse than death. My eyes snapped open after Akira pulled us out of the vision. I didn't see it happen, we didn't. Earis's outburst had ended the ritual before we saw it happen. I felt the shift immediately: the cool, grit of ash where the cotton sheets had been, clinging to the skin of my back.I twisted my head, my eyes locking onto the dark soot that covered the bed beneath us. She had done it. She had actually caught fire. A sharp, cold wave of fear rattled my bones. Cicada hadn't been lying. Her power was emerging, and it was deadly.Earis was still screaming, but the sound was trappe

Magnus “Ugh,” she muffled, her nails digging into my skin. The air around us thickened, filled with the heat of our bodies. I gripped her waist firmly to keep her still. Each thrust landed with a wet, primal smack against the plaster wall. She was hot, tight, and perfect… the only place in the world where the threads of my sanity still held together.I didn't care about rhythm. I simply drove deep and hard, pouring every ounce of my fear, my trauma, and my desperate promise into her core. The way her hot, slick walls clenched around me, greedily trying to keep me buried inside her, was a fire that nearly drove me mad.Her back constantly slammed against the door with each thrust and I pulled her leg higher, stretching her pussy as I rammed into her with more force. “Yes…” she moaned, head thrown back and her mouth wide open. “Fuck it out of me…” The passion was savage, but the angle was wrong. The door kept shifting under the force of my thrusts, and my focus kept splitting betw