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"That I can't have kids?" I squirmed, about to compliment her, but she hugged me tight. Her eyes sparkled like green jewels as she looked at me. "Honey, do you want to?" Her eyes cast a spell on me, and I nodded, my face warm. During the Bonding Ceremony, I felt so warm and fuzzy. "Why's it so soft?" Chloe winked at me. "Honey, you forgot. I'm from the Serpent race. We're naturally..." Later that night, she showed me that other rumors were wrong too.

Betrayal (we both lied to him and to everyone else). Even if he still wanted to go on with the escape, I saw the faces of the other hooded figures and they had gone pale and fear slipped in their eyes. They would never go through with it for a monster. I looked to Dameon. He was stunned. He had not even believed what he said. Witch! Monster! Mama, I thought faeries didn't exist. Faery. Evil. Little wonder she always hid underneath the scarfs. The whispers got louder and something hard bumped into my skull. It stung and and I held the back of my head. Another stone.

No need to do more, just a few pats, I feel myself with the monster closely linked together. I could hear his heart beating, and I could feel his breathing getting heavier as he ran. I lay on my back in his arms, which he held firmly in his arms, my eyes suddenly clear. Black and white for the background of the world. The ceiling and the endless corridor, and the people still chasing behind me. I looked up and finally saw the face of this monster, the white small scales covering his face, and the hair that seemed to be alive in the air. And his golden eyes reflected my face. The chubby baby face was reflected in his snake-like elongated shiny vertical pupils.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

The Moon’s Will had to constantly be reinforced. But the pain. The pain and the grief that had centred into her very bones, it was crippling. Without the presence of the Goddess she was reverted back to her old self. The beast raged within her mind, pushed against the constraints of her mind to be set free. Clawing tooth and nail at the chance to wreak its bloodthirsty fangs on unsuspecting prey.

Leon asked again. "Angelica. Wait, why do you keep asking me? Have you forgotten her?" Owen remember that little girl back then, that girl has a round blue eyes since she is actually half blood, her mother is a filipina-chinese and her father is an American. The little girl also have a wavy long hair that Leon's often plays, she sure will be pretty when she grows up. "Why would I forget her?" Leon answering while crossing his arms in front of his chest.

she snapped. “Already here,” I gestured around. “Care to join me?” She stepped closer, fists curled tight. “Where is Ronan?” I smiled lazily. “Getting cozy with his swampy new friends. Lucian’s pet witch seems to like him.” Her nostrils flared. She’d fight me right here. I admired that. “You work for a monster,” she spat. “And you helped build something worse. You hurt women. Children.” My jaw ticked. “I know about the breeding factory.”

The distraction had begun. I sprinted. The neural stabilizer made my movements fluid, my perception of the world sharpening until I could see the individual veins on the leaves. I reached the northern row, my eyes searching for the monument Julian had described. There she was. A weeping angel carved from weathered travertine, her wings moss-covered and broken. I reached the base of the statue and found the hidden pressure plate. With a low, grinding groan, the earth shifted. A stone slab slid back, revealing a staircase that descended into a lightless void.

I could see the shock in Ravenna's eyes but at the same time,I must commend her for shrugging it off— a tough witch indeed. Back then in the pit, I had fallen asleep and had seen my wolf. Her name is Arachane. She had appeared to me in my dream for the very first time and had told me not to to fear or be scared as I stared at her in shock and awe. She was so beautiful, I was almost blinded by her beauty. Her fur was as white as snow and her eyes, as large as mine with thin long lashes. She was a perfect replica of myself and maybe even stronger. No, definitely stronger.