Baine Of My Existence Novels & Stories

This is where I returned. The pup stirred as I woke, as if sensing my journey. I sang to him, low and soft, the songs I had once sung to another who never breathed. This one would breathe. This one would run. This one would inherit everything his father had destroyed—and more. I was Seraphine, Alpha of North and East, Spirit-Walker, survivor of fire and ice and silver and betrayal. The bond was ash. I was what remained.

I stayed still, watching them argue over my existence like I was something fragile and dangerous at the same time. That was when I understood something clearly. They had not taken me in because they trusted me. They had taken me in because they could not bring themselves to let me die. Edgar turned back to me. “Listen carefully. From this moment on, you are Kaela Bexley, my niece from Red Hollow.” His voice left no room for argument. “That story will protect you. But if you bring danger to my family…” “I understand,” I said quickly, even though my stomach twisted at the lie I was now forced to live inside.

I mean, when were we ever going to use Pi on a daily basis? I walked over to my locker, twisted the combination into the lock, and popped the door open. Inside was an array of books, folders, papers, and a small calendar, all neatly organized into their little spots. A small round mirror hung on the inside of the door, revealing my head of dusty-blonde hair, tied into two loose braids that rested on my shoulders. My smooth, light skin was slightly flushed, bringing a faint pink tint to my cheeks. I brushed stray strands of hair off my soft-heart shaped face and took a quick glance at my upturned eyes, the blue-green irises darting along with my pupils as I scanned over my own features.

Then I leaned against it and slid down on the floor. I couldn't even register the pain clearly. My whole arm was throbbing with the stinging, harsh pain. My heart was beating almost feverishly. My whole body was trembling. It felt so bizarre and unreal at the same time. I closed my eyes shut and his words kept repeating in my head, again and again. I didn't know what I had really gotten myself into.

“I’m going to kill her! But I need to find her first”. Abaddon crawled on the rough stairs with a loud groan. His body was injured and one part of his horn was missing, he looked more horrible than he already was. “I am going to kill her!”. He repeated, as if that would alleviate his suffering. Abaddon knew his suffering had just begun and it probably won’t end anytime soon. He knew he was extremely stupid crawling back here like he had not failed an important mission, he had a lot of guts. A lot of guts to die.

Picturing it made bile rise in his throat. Better to sprint down five flights on shaking legs. Better to twist an ankle or crack a kneecap on the concrete steps, than stand motionless while something that ancient, hungry and terrifying decide whether to drain him dry or fuck him to death first. The memory kept flashing: the wet fangs pulling free, blood on lips, trailing down neck, the limp body still impaled, hips twitching in dying rhythm. Shawn’s stomach lurched again. He gripped the handrail so hard his knuckles bleached white, but kept moving.

she halted but they both understood her incompleted words. "You killed our baby, Zale….you took my child away from me before I even got to know about its existence,"her eyes turned blurry with tears. Her head started aching. Her breathing deepened. She lightly shrugged his collar and blinked in order to clear her vision but her tears were not stopping. It started hurting her everywhere. In every part of her body, heart and soul and now she was not capable of holding back that pain from engulfing her entirely. "You took our baby's life. You…" her breathing accelerated. Suddenly she started feeling out of breath. Her pain took over her, weakening her all body cells and finally she lost her con

He sensed this woman was one of the handful left who could be that ally, even from the start. She and Elijah's powers complemented each other and if Sophia was not on the battlefield, Elijah would lose and Jackson gained the Bane of the Dragons’ power from that defeat. Jackson's heart became corrupt and although his intentions included avenging his family, they would soon change. It was not his place to interfere and alter the world into an unimaginable state of hypnosis. "You must return him to what he once was,” he finally answered. With that, he walked away. “Hey, where are you going?” Caiden shouted.

Albert Pain is a tide. It comes, it goes, it lies to me in the silence between waves and tells me I might survive this. Then it comes back harder. I wake on cold stone, breath tearing out of my chest as another contraction rips through me. My hands claw uselessly at the ground, fingers scraping against symbols carved deep into the floor; old runes, darkened by time and blood and something far worse. Bibi Kamwe’s lair. I can tell even without trying because everything here smells like the rot she is.

The pale, golden light of the morning filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across my disheveled bed. I opened my eyes slowly. My body, for the first time in my life, was filled with a strange warmth. I rolled over my hand instinctively reaching out for Bane beside me, but my fingers only empty space. I almost forgot. He was already gone. Yet, despite his absence, the phantom weight of his arms still lingered on my skin. I sat up, pulling the duvet tight against my bare chest as I looked around the room.