Bitten By Death Novels & Stories

Nothing but silence. Panic spiked through me viciously but I forced it down. Taylor was strong, experienced. He'd survived worse situations than this. He had to survive this. A corrupted wolf blindsided me from my peripheral vision, its teeth sinking deep into my shoulder before I could react. I roared in pain and fury, ripping it off me and crushing its skull between my jaws. The bite burned. But it didn’t feel normal, this was something else, this wasn’t just a bite, this was…poison

he said sharply. “I know that!” I snapped. “What do we do?!” He didn’t answer. He stared at her throat. I followed his gaze. Two small wounds. Already dark. Already angry. Already swollen. Caleb’s footsteps thundered toward us. “What’s wrong?” he demanded. Then he saw her. And went completely still. “Oh fuck.” “She was bitten,” I gasped. “By a snake. I think—” Caleb crouched beside her. “What kind?”

She brings out her wolf face without changing completely and she bites down on Theo’s arm. He screams in agony. “Oh, did I mention that when a werewolf is bitten, they do not turn like normal werewolves. They break every bone in their body every full moon. Also, the bite can either kill the person or turn them,” I finish. Theo looks up at me, I can see his fox fighting off the bite.

It put its hand over the wound and climbed off of me. I got to my feet and I was expecting that wound to heal up really quickly as well, but it didn’t. It fell back on the ground, gargling and it started making all sorts of weird noises before its eyes changed color and they went white, like they were completely glassed over and it stopped moving. I walked over to its body with caution and I could tell that it wasn’t breathing. It was dead. Logan said that they didn’t know how to kill it. So how the hell did I kill it by biting it.

Dominic murmured and before I knew it, he had bitten me by my neck and immediately after, I lost myself to the dark blackness of unconsciousness. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Then he bit me. I gasped, jerking instinctively, but the bite was deliberate, scorching, searing. Pain and heat tore through my shoulder, and I couldn’t breathe. It was intimate, possessive, claiming in a way I had only ever dreamed in nightmares and fantasies. My body arched toward the pain, the pleasure, the burn, unable to resist the ancient call. “I ” I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat. And then he was gone. Just like that. Gone into the shadows before I could even scream, leaving me trembling, soaked, and utterly confused.

It’s not as good as jowa, it’s a bit old so maybe that’s it. “Ms. Meranza!” he shouted. Again, I ignored it. My classmate in the fourth row raised his hand. “Yes, Martin?” “Do they bite people’s necks?” “No… usually, because it’s painful and highly unsanitary. Some of the sanguinarians use a syringe.” I nodded after I answered his question. Everything I know on the internet is great. I really don’t have a conclusion, I forgot to do it because of what happened last night, I’m just really taking the time to finish. In fact, I can make the conclusion now but my brain doesn’t feel like thinking.

I’d be too embarrassed to show my face in the afterlife if some college queen bee was the cause of my death. ​ But I'm letting loose and giving up the fight against my will. ​ The last thing I hear before black dots appear in my vision is a familiar growl: “Get out of my way!” ​ Despite myself, I smile. ​ “Hunter.” ​ I hit the floor, and the world fades to black.

another answered. A pause. Then, quieter—closer now, almost thoughtful: “Look at the wounds.” Fabric shifted. Hands moved—not rough, not gentle either. Efficient. Her sleeve was pulled back just enough to expose torn flesh beneath, the bite marks jagged and deep, edges darkened with drying blood. One of them exhaled softly. Not shock. Recognition. “That’s not clean.” “No,” the second voice agreed. “It’s not controlled.” “Unstable?” “Has to be.”

She fell to her back and started to back away from the wolf which made me wonder why she didn't use her powers. I growled and attacked the other wolf from the back causing his attention to be on me. I was going to give him a space to leave but Alexa was watching intently so I had no choice but to bite down on the wolf before snapping out his neck. Blood gushed out of his neck and he fell to the ground dead. “What are you going to do now, Nate?” I heard Alexa say quietly as she stood to her feet and dust the dirt off her butt. “What do you mean?” I asked as I shifted back into my human form.