Bite Marks Jenika Snow Novels & Stories

Really bad. "Are you okay?" she asked. Snow nodded. "I’m fine." She was eating breakfast, and her wounds had already been treated. "You sure?" Imogen pressed. Snow furrowed her brow. "Why? Should something be wrong?" Imogen quickly shook her head, flashing a smile. Snow returned it, dismissing the concern, but Imogen’s face still carried worry. After a few seconds of staring, Imogen walked out. She had wanted to see any signs of marks on Snow’s body. Apart from that, Lycanites surely had wolfsbane on their claws—enough to kill any wolf instantly. But Snow was still standing.

Zemia said when noticed the switch of personality. “You’re weak aren’t you?!.” Snow asked him. “I want to talk to her..” Zemia said in pain. “Alora is taking a break from your drama, speak to Snow!.” Snow replied conningly. Traces of tear stained her eye and cheek. “I am sorry!.” “What did you do to yourself?!.” Snow asked him. “Marking an Alpha that really damaged you!.” Snow said with hate in her eyes something Alora would have never shown.

I pointed at the marks on my neck, and I trembled all over. "These were bites from those things…" I said. Cesare was skeptical. He looked closely, noting that the marks were red and swollen. They did not look like love bites, more like an allergic reaction. He was about to lose his temper, but Winter spoke from the side. "She reeks of men's fragrance, Cesare. Who knows where she slept around last night?" mocked Winter. I suddenly stood up and used all my strength to slap Winter across the face. Smack!

My heart was beating wildly, and I had never felt so out-of-sorts as I did right now. “You’ve always been stuck so far up Veronica’s ass that you never saw the fact that the bitch manipulates you. Did you stop to wonder why she refused to tell anyone what happened until she spoke to you? Also, if you looked closer at the pictures, you would see that the claw marks were clearly self-inflicted by their positioning. Brynn’s wolf is significantly larger than Veronica’s, so the marks would’ve been wider too. Did you stop to issue an Alpha command on either of them? Then you would’ve known the truth.”

Suddenly brume poured out from Zero-Zero's hands immediately cloaking Frankenstein and his underlings, Jamal leapt out from the brume without hesitating then whistled, luckily his desert beast reptile came back to him unscathed. He exhaled, looked at the girl panting beside him. She wasn’t staring at him but glaring at the brume, hissing. Guess her only target are them. Jamal thought. “If I may ask, are you also Peirce’s friend?” The girl stood without a word not showing even a slight sign of responding. Jamal blinked. He felt ignored. Meanwhile back around the area where Sniffia was buried, little foot prints could be seen under the full moon mostly shadowed by the looming dark clouds which

She waved but the windscreen were tinted so I didn't bother to wave back. "She's pretty." John said from the driver's and I nodded. "Yes, she is." I answered. "Oh my gosh, sir. You're blushing." He said and I covered my cheeks in embarrassment which made him laughed. "Seriously?!" I laughed. ***THE CAVE*** *SNOW'S POV* My eyes glued to the bracelet around my wrist and I unlock it from my wrist then placed it in my pocket before switching facial look with a deadly one as I made my way to the porch.

Snow. Vanessa lifted her fingers toward the top of the glass ceiling. A gust of chilly wind blew through the room and settled in the air. A sheet of soft sparkling snowflakes began to fall around them. They quickly became larger and larger until each flake was the size of a silver dollar. The snowflakes coated Vanessa’s silver hair and lashes. She smiled and stuck out her tongue to catch a few. The snowfall became heavier and began to blanket the floor around them. Turning to Nick, she saw layer after layer of snowflakes landing in his jet-black hair. The contrast was striking, though his lycan body heat quickly melted any bits of ice he came into contact with. He shook his head, shedding of

My breath hung in the frosty air as I laid eyes on Crinka, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions. Crinka lay there, sprawled out on the ground, the snowflakes gently blanketing her like a protective shroud. Her once-vibrant red hair cascaded around her head, its fiery hue contrasting beautifully against the pristine white of the snow. Her eyes were closed, their long lashes resting peacefully on her cheeks, shielding her dreams from the world.

Her little knapsack disappears and appears along with her clothes upon each transformation, something she took advantage of in this way. He asked the question to their group. Some of them were bitten but they were healing nicely. That response made him frown. Was it him or was it the Lycan who bit him? He asked the same question to the other alphas who led the attacks on other locations. It was Jared who responded first, “Fuck, yes. I already bandaged it but it won’t stop bleeding.” “We’ll see you in Snow Mountain. Try to keep the bleeding to a minimum.” Jared grunted, “Like I have any other choice.”

A thin stream of dark, viscous fluid pooled slowly across the ice, instantly freezing into a jagged crimson crust. "God in heaven..." whispered Jenks, a junior logistics coordinator who had just scrambled up the access ladder from the lower supply bay. He froze dead in his tracks, his eyes locked onto the motionless hand protruding from beneath the crushing tonnage of the pillar. His face instantly drained of all color, turning the gray-white shade of old parchment. "He... he was just eating a protein bar with me five minutes ago. He asked me if I had any extra coffee."