Bitten Novels & Stories

He rolled halfway toward me, his eyes glassy, like he held tears in them, "Why do I feel like this? Why does it hurt?" I could lie, and tell him it was just a side effect of the shift, but he deserved the truth. "I'm sorry, it's because of me, I bit you last night, I promise I didn't mean to... not like that. But I dunno my wolf recognized something in you and now.....now we’re bonded." His eyes widened, "Wait, what?" "Not fully...just partially, the bite triggered the bond, but we're not fully bonded, and now your body is stuck, it wants to finish what we started."

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?”

Autumn found him kneeling before a gravestone made not of stone but of light, a shimmer cut into the ground. The name glared back at him: Autumn Jordan, 2003–2025 Beloved. Broken. Burned. His shoulders shook. His hands dug into the glassy earth until his knuckles bled. “This place knows how I’ll lose you,” he whispered. Autumn knelt beside him, laid her hand on his shoulder. Her voice was a blade against despair. “Then rewrite it.” He looked up at her, his eyes glassy, rimmed with red. “I’m scared I’ll become him. Bastian. The one who killed Mara.”

"She was bitten and drained of all her blood." My heart slowed down, and sirens rang through my ears. I felt arms hold me upright, and I came back to my senses. "Miss, are you alright?" A distant voice asked, and I looked around as the faces around me blurred, and my feet moved at their own accord, I ran out of there without looking. I was lucky not to be given any more trouble by the guards, I ran to the taxi and hopped in. "Home," I breathed. "Take me home!"

These bitten born were something in between against the laws of nature, and against the laws of the bitten. More than a few times, a pregnant woman had been attacked, and her child turned inside of her. It is not known how these children were able to be turned without ingesting the blood of the bitten. Written in history there is a tale of a born bitten whom had never received the blood mark. This being is said to be of two pure bloodlines, to inherent great power, power of which no one can speak to the extent. This pure blood born individual, is said to have the po

"Then, there are 'bitten' werewolves. These individuals were once humans who had the misfortune of encountering a werewolf and being bitten by them. The bite infuses them with the transformative power of the werewolf, causing them to undergo a profound metamorphosis during the full moon." As Freda's words hung in the air, a pang of sadness gripped my heart. I couldn't help but feel a personal connection to her description of "bitten" werewolves. I was one of them, having experienced the transformative power of the werewolf bite myself. My mind raced with questions, and I couldn't hold back the nee

Couches and chairs with greenish blue supports and creamy white cushions with small yellow and red designs of flowers. Who is the interior decorator here? We plant our butts on the soft couch while Ethan sits across from me in one of the chairs. Checklist: cancel or a yes next to each line. Toys. vibrators and gags. (Yes) Oral. (Yes) Biting "Does biting mean you dig your canines into my body?" I asked for clarification. Jacob shakes his head. "no, girl. Biting is exactly what it sounds like." Bitin:. Tes

He growled loudly at me, a growl that made me close my eyes because I thought that this time it would be the end of me. The wolf bit me, but not my skin, but my shirt, he tore it completely, leaving me alone in my brazier. It did the same with my skirt. I was motionless and almost breathless. I needed to do something, I needed to get out of here. I needed to defend myself.

Fucking Maximus. “Hmmn… hurts. It… hurts.” A tear fell down to her cheek, her hands on my biceps, squeezing it while pushing me away. My sweat dripped down falling towards her neck. I followed the trail, finding it so sexy, igniting my desire even more. It had made me push a little deeper, forgetting that she was in pain. She groans. “It will pass.” I muttered. She shook her head. I pecked her lips before devouring her mouth entirely until she calmed down. My lips moved down reaching the mark on her neck… I bit it. She moaned, arching her back. With no second thoughts, I forced the whole length of my cock inside her.

I asked angrily and slightly moaned at the pain I felt from his bite. I touched the part that he bit, I frowned because it was painful. I also stared at my hand, the one I used to touch the part where he bit me. I saw there was a little bit of blood there. Damn it! I think I was wounded and his tooth sank. I looked sharply at him as I took a walk and held my neck. Dam it! It's painful. He just stood in front of me watching me frown at the pain of what he did. His face is blank, I don’t know what he’s thinking.