Bitten Novels & Stories

The girls decided they wanted to play ‘Dirty Minds. “So why were you mad at him, Jillie? If it’s not too early to ask,” Mason inquired. “I bit her,” I told him. Everyone snapped their heads to me. “What he means-” “Jarren, you didn’t?!” Alyx exclaimed, cutting Jillie off. I nodded, ashamed. “Like, play biting?” Mason asked. “No, as in, my fang punctured her skin.” “Jarren!” Jillie and Alyx exclaimed at the same time. Jillie’s head snapped to Alyx.

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

He was tall and well built, clearly having seen the inside of a gym, and his clean-cut features were the perfect match for his profession. He cleared his throat, "You were attacked and bitten. As I said, I've checked the bite out thoroughly, cleaned and dressed it. It will heal." "What attacked me?" My voice was starting to fade as sleep threatened to drag me under. I wanted to stay awake but couldn't seem to fight it.

he rasped, his voice dropping even lower, "we're going to make this official." Before I could process his words, I felt a sharp, piercing pain in my neck, right over my scent gland. He bit me. His teeth sank into my flesh, a white-hot agony that stole my breath. A scream tore from my throat, but it was quickly cut off as a wave of intense, overwhelming pleasure washed over me. His saliva, an alpha's venom, entered my bloodstream, a potent chemical cocktail that was rewriting my biology from the inside out. The pain melted into a blissful, all-consuming euphoria. The claiming bite. It was permanent. It was undeniable. I was his.

" I bite the inside of my cheek nervously, trying once more to reach Sinclair through the bond, but i can't seem to reach him. How much longer can I stall for? Talking is getting tiring because my eyes are starting to grow as heavy as my limbs. Eliana pulls a seat over to my bedside, and she leans back, kicking her foot on the iron frame. "For a second, I'll let myself believe you aren't just trying to mislead me. Tell me about this 'bite' and how it is done." "You wouldn't understand it even if I explained it to you like an infant. It isn't just a bite. It is an exchange. A simple bite is merely an injury that can be treated with antibiotics and whatever you humans use. But The Bite, it is

I want something to hurt that is not the ache between my legs or the bruise forming on my neck where his teeth sank in. What did I do? The question circles my brain like a trapped bird, beating its wings against the inside of my skull. What did I do? What did I let him do? I press my fingers to the bite. It throbs. It burns. It feels nothing like the cheap blockers I scrub into my glands every morning. It feels permanent. It feels like a brand. Someone has marked me—claimed me—and I do not even know his name.

she gasped for air the second he tore his lips away, panting heavily. "No more waiting, Lita." Bhakin's eyes blazed like a wild beast about to devour its prey. He buried his face in the soft crook of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating, signature scent deep into his lungs. He then bit and suckled the sensitive, pale skin, branding her with a dark, bruised mark of possession. Lita gasped sharply, arching her neck as an agonizingly sweet shiver shot straight down her spine.

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.”

He hissed, pulling back with a snarl, blood welling from the mark. "You little bitch!" In retaliation, he lunged, teeth clamping onto my collarbone, biting down viciously. Pain exploded, sharp and white-hot, making me scream. "Ow! I'm sorry, sir! Please, don't stop—bite me more, hurt me, just give me something!"

"See? Our pup's adorable!" A mottled-furred pup blinked up at him. Right on cue, James gasped like he deserved an award. "Wh-What is this? Avril! You DARE betray me?!" His roar blew the doors wide open—wolves flooded in. Seconds later, the birthing suite was packed wall to wall. Camilla barreled in first. The second she saw the pup's fur, she lost it. "Moon Goddess! You filthy bitch!" she shrieked. "You TAINTED my son's bloodline? James gave up EVERYTHING to be with you—a Silverlune white wolf! Was that not enough? You went and spread your legs for some OUTSIDER?"