Bane Of My Existence Bl Novels & Stories

I fell unconscious for minutes that seemed like eternity but Asher didn't care about me, but his baby who his mistress was carrying. “Barren” The word still echoed in my mind even when I tried to shake it off, he saw me as someone who's barren, he called me a BARREN WOMAN. I had never known Asher was so desperate to get a child. We never talked about it the hard way, we were never bothered by it but I was wrong, I was only being kept in the dark.

I’d said something childish like, “They’ll think I’m weak.” And Helena had replied, “Let them. It’s a better weapon than claws.” I took the note I’d just finished and folded it carefully. Then, I held it over the flame of the desk lamp. It caught quickly, curling inward like a dying leaf, edges glowing orange before blackening into nothing. Ash drifted down into the silver tray beneath. And now it lived only in my memory. That was the Moonbane way. We didn’t gather evidence. We became it. For the next three days, I watched.

I cannot Mark her against her will; it just doesn't seem right. "She might Die Xander...you must do it Now before." "No." " Xander we cannot lose them...we must do this." Bane voiced. "Bane, she will never forgive me." I replied. "At least she will be Alive." Bane murmured. I sighed he's right she may hate me but she will still be breathing.

My eyes widened, scanning the swirling white vapor. Slowly, a towering, massive figure materialized out of the fog, walking directly toward me. It was Bane. A momentary wave of relief washed over me, but it vanished instantly when he stepped into the dim light of the vanity mirror. His eyes weren't calm. They were pitch-black, blown wide with a dark, primal and incredibly serious look as if I were a threat that had just breached his final line of defense. As the fog swirled and parted around him, my breath completely left my body. My jaw dropped, my jade-green eyes stretching to their absolute limits.

Without uttering a word, Rune summoned an obsidian blade from thin air using his will power; its keen edge cool against his thumb. With his gaze locked onto the barrier, visualizing its intricate weave and its weak points be spoken, "By the wild heart within me," his voice a low, resonant hum, "and the strength of my pack, I offer myself to break this binding." With a swift, decisive motion, he drew the blade across his palm. A sharp sting, then a bead of crimson blood welled up, a physical conduit for his intent. He pressed his bleeding palm directly against the shimmering surface of the barrier.

“I don’t need reminding.” She stared at me as if searching for a punchline, as if this could somehow be a sick joke. But when she saw no humor in my face, only the exhaustion, her shoulders slumped. “How could your father do this to you? How could he just—sell you off just like that?” My throat burned, and I bit my lip to keep tears from slipping free. “Because that’s how it works in our world. What I want has never mattered. I’m a pawn, Gia. Nothing more.”

Noah snaps, his tone icy. "If she’s excellent, then allow her to communicate," Mary Anne challenges from the doorway. Noah crouches beside me, his face inches from mine. "Tell her you’re satisfactory," he orders, his voice low and menacing. "Mary," I rasp, "I’m high-quality. Don’t…fear." She hesitates before retreating, her footsteps fading into the gap. I live on the ground, gasping for air, one hand clutching my throat. My reflection inside the mirror is unrecognizable mascara streaked down my cheeks, my face pink and swollen, irritated fingerprints marking my neck.

Not soft golden brown, but deep amber that glowed under the dim lights like something wild hiding beneath a human’s skin. For several seconds, my brain completely failed to function. This couldn’t be him… The entire city talked about Zackary Walton. He was a sick old man hidden from society after that scandalous downfall. But that man in his early thirties looked powerful enough to destroy people with a single glance. His observant gaze moved over me, scanning me unapologetically. I clutched the fabric of my gown and stood up, my voice steady. “A-Are you Zackary Walton?”

Walking towards the exit, someone pulled my scarf from my head and threw it away. I turned around in shock. “Melo?” “We’ve carefully planned to kill you and I won’t watch my plan crumble to the ground,” Melo said as she held my neck. I saw the masked man we called bane, hurry out of the warehouse, holding a spear in his hands. I pushed Melo from me and she fell to the ground. Bane threw the spear at me and in that moment, Melo had stood up and threw herself on me. The spear caught her and went into her back and pierced through her chest.

Bane grabbed my neck with speed, sending my head into many trees, bringing the tall woods down to earth. In her grip, I managed to wrap my legs around her own neck, using force to toss her to the ground. I thought this would break her grip on me, but it didn't! Bane used my own attack on me. She didn't fall or tumble as I wanted, but flipped over, standing firmly, and launching me into a large rock settled close to an open road. My body came in contact with this big stone, feeling my neck cracking a bit.