Baine Of My Existence Novels & Stories

Right now, it’s all I have. Life is pain There is no pain in death I am the destroyer, the deliverer I choose who lives and who dies I am no God I am a messenger of evil When I go to utter the next line however, the words fail me. It seems as if my lips move but the words fail to come out. It almost feels as if something in my chest has gotten heavier the further I move away from our base. My breathing gets heavy as my fingers tighten on the steering wheel. I look around at the scenery as I drive searching for any sign of danger. When I realize what the feeling is however I pull over.

I rasp, stepping forward, “ but in death.” And then I lunge with All of me and slam into him with my last ounce of strength, my claws out, digging deep into his chest. He screams as my hand finds his heart and I rip it out. Hot blood bursts in my palm. His body jerks once then falls limp. Rourke drops to the ground, dead and I fall to my knees. The world spins in my eyes now. The Bloodbane is everywhere inside me now, clawing, eating me alive. My hands shake. My vision blurs.

"If they flood the human brain with all those memories at once, their nervous systems will burn out!" Kael shook his head slowly. "Not if someone acts as the primary filter." Bima felt his heart hammering faster than ever. "A filter? You mean someone has to house all those memories before they’re channeled back out?" "It’s the only way to prove that feeling is more than just numbers," Kael replied. "Bima, this is your chance. Become the vessel for every sensation that has ever existed, or let this world lose its soul forever." Bima looked at his own hands. He could see golden light beginning to crawl beneath his skin, demanding space, demanding to be set free.

I writhe on the ground, clawing at the dirt. Shit. I close my eyes and for a moment I see a million white stars. ‘Damnit, get up!’ Bane yells at me. I know if I fall unconscious, I might not wake up again. So I roll to my side and push myself off the ground, feeling the soil beneath me wobble. Or perhaps it is I myself who is wobbling. I can no longer tell. My mind drifts off to Alisa who is waiting for me back home. Somehow, the thought of her gives me strength.

she whispers. Without thinking, I lift the dagger and press it to my chest. The pain comes instantly—sharp, blinding, endless. My knees give out, and I collapse, gasping. Yet even as pain consumes me, something inside me loosens. A strange peace spreads through me, and I know I did the right thing. Darkness closes around me, thick and endless. But within it, I sense a pulse, steady and strong, like a heartbeat not entirely my own. “Tell me,” I whisper into the void, speaking to the presence I feel inside me—to the other me. “Is there any way to burn Baron’s poison out of my body?”

he exclaimed and got up, leaving my room. I lay on the bed, still having nothing on, but bathrobe. I closed my eyes and the image of Raf started appearing on my mind. His chocolate eyes, making me feel like in a desert if I continue looking deeper. His dark hair moving with the wind . Even when the wind spoils his hairstyle, it’s still amazing. And remembering him after the shower with the naked torso. His perfectly sculptured body and the veins showing up on his arms. These pictures showed up in my mind in flashbacks. I opened my eyes and looked at my bracelet. I haven’t opened each of the balls. I decided to open the random one. There was a little piece of paper, saying:

My life was just simple ,then in just one night , I've encountered different creatures . " I'm a vampire." My eyes widened . The fear suddenly engulfed my body. I want to run but I feel like that I'm being paralyzed. " No scratch that. I'm a half-vampire. Half-human and half-vampire." I only saw this kind of scenes before in movies but now it is in front of me . " So miss, I will asked you again." He looked at me and walked closer. I stepped backward until my back was leaning against the wall. I gulped when he was just inches away from me. This feeling was different. I feel like I'm being drown into his eyes. I couldn't move because he was so close.

Made choices I couldn't unmake. Become someone I didn't recognize. The bathroom mirror was fogged. I wiped it clear with my hand. Marcus Bennett's face stared back. Surgically altered. Carefully constructed. The face of a man who didn't exist. Except he did exist now. More real than Adrien Sterling ever was. My encrypted phone sat on the counter. Elena's message from last night is still unanswered. Are you okay? Three words. Simple question. Impossible to answer. Because I wasn't okay. Hadn't been okay in months. Maybe years.

And yet, in his eyes, I was already like her. I sat frozen in the chair, my body rigid and my breath shallow. The heart monitor’s steady beeping mocked me. Every note said he was alive, that I had not lost him in body. But what use was that? when his heart and his trust was slipping further and further away from me.

And he had shattered all of it in a single night of panic. "You don't know what you're in for, being tied to a creature like me," he murmured into her skin, his massive shoulders trembling under his armor. "I am a graveyard, Brynn. My heart has been a tomb for fifty years. I am a monster of the trenches, covered in mud and ancient blood, and now... you are bound to it. My blood is running through your veins, tying your beautiful, golden lifeforce to a dead man’s ledger. I forced the bond into your system because I was a coward. Because I looked at you bleeding in the heather and I panicked. I let my old ghosts blind me, and I stole your destiny just to keep myself from drowning in the guilt