Bitten Contract Manhwa Novels & Stories

"They're not your friends?" "Don't get in the way if you want to live." The man pulled me violently and with his great strength I ended up on the right side behind him in a place where the monsters couldn't reach me. Three more tried to rush us, but they didn't do anything the way the crazy man kicked. If his behavior wasn't bad I might have applauded him. I thought he was winning consecutively, but my eyes widened when he bit his shoulder. I heard him scream in pain.

He seemed to become much more heightened than ever. “They are much more powerful than you'll ever be, Alpha.” The moment he said that my eyes widened. “You weak witch!” He cursed and leaned forward and bit my ear, hard. I wanted to cry but I held my focus. At this sight of what was happening, Edward hurriedly came over to separate the two of us from what was happening. Once we were separated, I stood on my feet with blood dripping down the left sleeve of my top. “Alpha,” Edward turned to me shakily, then he got down on his knees. “I didn't mean for this to happen I swear!” he said, banging his head onto the ground.

Almost. ******** That night I was plagued by visions of lifeless, brown eyes, staring at me, filled with accusation. It didn’t matter how many times Max and Jonas told me it wasn’t my fault, in my heart, I knew it was. The girl, Ginny, must have been so scared, terrified. I knew that kind of fear. They said that she’d been tortured and bitten. What neither of them could ever truly understand, being born wolves, was that the bite itself, was torture; pure, unadulterated pain.

He pinned my wrists to the furs above my head with one hand, his grip bruising. "Mine," he growled, burying his face in my neck. He bit me. It wasn't the careful, claiming bite of the alley. This was hunger. He sank his teeth into the soft muscle where my neck met my shoulder, right over the healed scar of the first mark. I screamed, but it was a scream of release. The pain grounded me, giving the fever a focal point. "Yes!" I cried, arching into him. "Mark me!" He tore at his own pants, the fabric ripping. He kicked them away, leaving us skin to skin.

“And they’ve felt the bond too. Whatever is coming… it’s not human. And it’s close.” I swallowed, my hand instinctively brushing the bite on my shoulder. Heat radiated from it like wildfire. My body screamed in recognition, in longing, in fear. I wanted him. I wanted to run. I wanted to fight. And above all… I wanted to know if he would accept me, fully, despite the lies, the stolen bite, the betrayal that had marked every step of my life. But before I could ask, a low rustle came from the treeline outside, and I froze. Shadows shifted unnaturally.

She died betrayed by her blood. She returned with the blessings of the moon goddess. Abigail was born to be a Guardian, chosen by the Moon Goddess, destined to protect the fragile balance between humans and werewolves. Instead, she became a sacrifice by her own people. Her family worshipped adopted daughter over her. Her talent was stolen. Her love was betrayed. Her body was used, her name ruined, her entire existence was wiped out, when she was murdered by the sister she once called family. But the Moon Goddess did not abandon her chosen. Reborn one month before her forced marriage, Abigail returns colder, sharper, and unbreakable. This time, she does not fight

*Whatever you do, do not trust the man you married.* My hands shook so hard the phone almost slipped from my grip. I set it flat on the table, both palms pressed against the screen to hold it steady, and forced myself to keep reading. *I know how this sounds, coming from a dead man you trusted to warn you too late. But I need you to understand one thing before you decide I've lost my mind. This isn't jealousy, and it isn't paranoia. Weeks ago, I found money moving through the company that shouldn't exist. Accounts I never opened. Transfers I never approved. Someone inside Delaney Holdings has been building a plan in the dark, and I don't yet know how deep it runs.*

“I’m ready.” Kael leaned in and pressed his mouth to the curve where my neck met my shoulder. The bite that followed was precise and controlled—deep enough to mark, clean enough to heal into a permanent claim. Pain flared sharp and immediate, then melted into the hard, unmistakable surge of the bond locking fully into place under the moon. The connection that had survived rejection, distance, and calculated denial settled into its final shape. Strong. Clear. Irreversible. When Kael lifted his head, his own mark was already forming where I had bitten him in return. Breathing uneven, he rested his forehead against mine for a long moment while the bond pulsed between us in complete recognition.

"Why? I have my own money to buy shoes, Zeke." "Did I ask if you had money?" he said, raising a single, arrogant eyebrow. “This is included to the contract that if you're with me I'll be the one paying for everything" Xielle let out a soft laugh, reaching out to cup his chin. "Wow. Such an attitude." Zeke caught her hand, his fingers lacing through hers as he pulled her closer. "As long as we’re under this contract, you aren't allowed to say 'no' to me. We both have rules to follow, Khione."

He stood frozen in his place, a cut stinging his cheek, a drop of blood oozing from it. He’d barely enough time to react before it came again, missing Josh by a hair. Its speed was something the human eye could barely catch, Alex and Josh seeking refuge on the coach which an entire madhouse of its own . “What is that?” Alex asked, his eyes continuously failing to pick the zooming object bouncing about the room. Hunter walked in, his bear has grabbing onto the ball, finally stopping its rampage around d the rom. It was Bianca. Alex brought a hand to the cut on his cheek, still staring at her, her legs never ceasing its race. Hunter brought her into his arms, Bianca sighing, turning to Alex wi