All Chapters of Hunt Me, Mark Me : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

EarisI hadn’t been able to close my eyes throughout the drive. My eyes burned, lids raw from fighting sleep, but closing them meant letting him in again.The fear of what he might do next kept me wired for hours as the bus crawled toward St. Calliope’s College of Fine Arts and Performance.My gaze stayed locked on him even when he didn’t look back. Cassian wouldn’t stop staring either.I knew he wanted to talk to me. We hadn't had a proper conversation as I kept snubbing his texts after he snitched to my father. He didn't even come to see me at the hospital.Claire hadn’t slept either. Glued to her phone, she had giggled with Jake shithead for hours.The bus hissed to a stop at the motel, and we were told to pair up like toddlers on a field trip.“Alright… this isn’t a high school tour. We’re all adults, so the rules are simple,” Professor Margaret called out as everyone grabbed their bags. “Walk in a line to the reception, and find out who your roommates are. Lights out by nine. Tomo

Earis I had to call home, but my father had warned against that. He wouldn't even let me talk to Anya. The thought of him even laying a hand on her made my blood run cold. “Good morning, little hunter,” Magnus's voice pulled my soul back into my body. Flashes of last night banged into my head and my phone slipped from my grip crashing on the floor and the screen went blank. Goddamn it! He’d never worn a polo before. Damn him—he made casual look sinful. It clung to him like a second skin, exaggerating every muscle cut and exposing the sleeve tattoo inked down his arm. I shifted instantly, using my hair to cover the mark on my neck before anyone could start piecing the puzzle together.A smirk curved up his lips as he walked past me. All the girls whimpered as they ran behind him like lost puppies. This must be a new form of torture he had devised. The fact that he didn’t even need to be close to torment me was its own kind of hell.“Earis…” Claire called beside me. “I'm rooming wi

MagnusThe moment I got to my suite, I chained her to my bed, trying to prevent her from clawing her way back to the party. She hasn't even gone through the hardest part of ingesting the Vampire's venom yet. The sexual cravings haven't kicked in, and when they do… she'll beg to be touched. “Can I have some water…” she mouthed as she lay there, eyes widened and mouth open like she was in another universe. The burning thirst was just part of the process, she had to burn the venom entirely from her system. But now, I need to pay Henry a visit. My blood boiled as rage simmered uncontrollably within me. I ran downstairs ready to devour anything in my path. The moment I got into my car, the one person I had been trying not to kill knocked on my window before I could drive out. Cassian! ”Professor Voss, I've been looking for Earis. It's a call from home,” he said, jaw tightened as his hatred for me oozed off him like cologne. I heard his heart pounding violently in his chest. He was sc

Magnus “Well, I guess you didn't need me to compel her after all,” Seraphine teased the moment she got into my suite. Her eyes locked on Earis who was fast asleep on the bed. “She's pretty,” she grinned. I scoffed. I didn't need her confirmation. “He's in the restroom,” I said, trying to get her attention off Earis.The moment I creaked the door open he lunged at me, roaring. His eyes were red like he had been crying. Seraphine caught him by the hair, then she clogged his mouth with a towel. She had always hated Mundanes because they were weak. But her hatred for hunters was worse. “He's a whiner isn't he?” She asked sniffing on his neck to get a scent as he struggled. His desperate struggle to reach me made it clear he'd heard Earis moan. A smirk tugged at my lips as our eyes met. Good for him. “Akira told me about Henry. I'm sure he wasn't aware your gem would be at his feast,” she said, looking at me like she didn't consent to my actions towards Henry. “Seraphine, do your

EarisHe stood frozen, scanning the room like he couldn’t grasp what had happened. I lowered my gaze, letting his confusion linger. The mark on my neck still burned… but I didn’t feel pain. I felt the torn fibers of my palm slowly, agonizingly knitting themselves back together, muscle by muscle. And I stood there, whole. I slid the blade into the inner pocket of my jacket, then wiped the blood off my hand with my handkerchief. “Now we move to the next hall,” Seraphine announced, and everyone shuffled forward. “Ravenhurst University has produced some of the country’s finest stage actors for over a century,” she said. “This isn’t just a school, it's a proving ground. Where the mask you wear becomes the face the world remembers.”We stepped into the next space, a grand auditorium with a stage that swallowed the room in scale. The seats were arranged in crisp rows, and we were ushered to the front like future royalty. As we entered, a staff member handed us a name tag.But when I lo