Bitten By Death Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Don’t you dare leave me.” Damien staggered closer, horror etched across his face. His lips moved, whispering something like a prayer, but no words made sense. Kade slammed into the wall with his fists, his massive frame trembling, a snarl caught between grief and rage. His howl tore through the chamber, shaking stone loose from the ceiling. Lucien looked up, eyes burning red with fury and despair. “The bite,” he rasped. “Full White Moon… It’s fatal.” Damien swallowed, his jaw clenched tight. “There’s no cure. No spell. No blood.” His hands trembled as he balled them into fists. “A White Moon wolf bite means death.”

"Victims who are bitten usually die because the vampire drains them completely. Humans only become newborns if they are bitten voluntarily by a partner who knows exactly when to stop. It’s a choice." "So if a human is bitten, they either die or become a monster," Elea whispered. "Precisely. By the way, Drex... who is this girl who asks so many questions?" "You're the one who accepted her as my assistant at the office, remember?" Rebecca surveyed Elea again, leaning in for a long sniff. "Ah, I remember the scent now. But you smell... good. What perfume are you wearing?" "I don't wear perfume," Elea replied.

“Three days. Three days after that incident, you couldn’t die. You couldn’t transform either.” “Wait.” I went to him in shock. “I was bitten? I thought the director killed me.” “Yes, the director organized the attack, but you were bitten by one of the councils at the Enochian. An alpha. You lost a lot of blood. Taking you to the hospital was not an option. You would die on the way, and I could expose you to the human world, but I would take my chances if it meant you could live.” “My father?”

Worst than a mosquito bite and those bitches hurt. "Didn't anyone tell you that biting innocent girls can get you killed?" The next thing I know, this guy throws the one that bit me, against a wall with one punch. How does someone have that much strength. Then again, I just witness a vampire and freaking bit me "Now, next time think twice. Goodnight." He said and then he grabbed the guy's head and ripped it off. I was trying to get some air but wasn't working. I was dizzy from him drinking my blood and what I just freaking witness today.

As his lips ruled my neck, my body started to burn and my strength began to waver. Am I thinking correctly? Are they really true? Why do I have to? "You're sweet..." My eyes were getting blurry. I can no longer see his face. I tried to slap him, but the last thing I saw was his lips with traces of my blood. "You're a vampire..."

I am a little worried but I’m glad that I get to leave my shit show of a life behind really. I guess I feel safe here, I haven’t really ever felt safe not even with Jack, especially after that night. I guess I wasn’t as happy as I thought. Nep laughed “Shit show of a life hey?” FUCK! “Yeah, look I keep forgetting! That’s a hard one to wrap my head around.” Stella mumbled as she covered her face with her hands. James looked almost angry, Stella was about to ask what was wrong when Nep patted her on the shoulder “It’s okay, like I said once you go through your first full mood everything kind of becomes easier especially when you get to meet your wolf. Oh James we should get the other bittens t

" Elder goes into hunter mode, walking half crouched down to keep the animals from running away. I was paying attention to his every move, the way he was putting his paws, his slow walking, avoiding stepping on a leaf or a branch so he wouldn't make noise, camouflaging himself with the grass. Elder was already close to a deer, which ate without knowing anything. There came a moment when I felt sorry for him, but there also came a moment when I felt so hungry that I wanted to eat him. Then it happened: Elder jumped on the animal, biting its neck. The other animals ran away from here. The deer whimpered. I ran up to them. "It's almost there," Elder says to me. The deer made one last movement a

he said, “if you continue to harass my fiancée, I may have to teach you a lesson. My patience has its limits.” His voice wasn’t loud, but the threat in it was unmistakable. Greg stiffened. As he looked at us standing close together, pain and unwillingness flashed in his eyes. However, in the next second, that unwillingness twisted into rage. He slammed his fist into the wall beside him, blood immediately seeping through his fingers. “Zoe…” he said my name hoarsely. I didn’t turn back. With Julian’s arm wrapped around me, we walked away, leaving Greg standing there alone, watching as blood dripped from his hand onto the ground, blooming into vivid red stains.

"What really happened to you?" He spied on me as if contemplating whether or not it was safe to tell me the truth, and then he licked his lips and glanced away. "It is no mystery, I died." He sat up and leaned forward, and he hugged his knees and looked straight into my eyes, sending dread throughout my entire body. "I killed myself. I killed myself, and my mother brought me back to life. My own mother wouldn't let me rest, so she turned me into a blood-sucking monster."

She spat, "Here's your stupid piece of wood! You're insane! Get out of here!" The doll clattered onto the broken glass, its surface scratched and scarred. A few spots were stained red from the blood on the floor. It looked just like me—shattered and broken, slowly bleeding out. Suddenly, I felt afraid. I did not want to die. I promised Dad I would live well for him. It would break his heart to see me like this. The buzzing in my head grew more intense, and my skull felt like it was about to split open. I shouted at them, "It's not just a piece of wood! You're the worthless ones!"