Bitten Novelas e Histórias

I stared at it in sheer disbelief. ‘What on earth did he do to me?’ I thought, my mind racing as I gently pressed my fingertips against the wound, and a sharp, tingling sensation shot through my skin at the touch, making me wince. ‘He bit me, I mean, he literally bit me like an animal and called me a mate, and told me my life depended on staying quiet.’ I rolled my eyes instantly. ‘Isn't that insane?’

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.

I tilted my head up, pressing closer to the blade at my throat, as if I couldn’t feel the sharp edge cutting into my skin, the blood trickling down. “I can be your Panthera tigris.” “Whoever you want me to bite, I’ll bite.”

The rain made the ground slippery, it would be so easy to fall and break something. She hurried closer. Her hand was already reaching for her phone that was no doubt drenched due to the rain. " Is he alright? I can...I can call for help...." The larger figure visibly tensed. Slowly, he turned to face her, and Maya froze under the weight of his gaze. His eyes—deep, dark red like fresh blood—locked onto hers. His face, a maze of countless tattoos, twisted into a snarl. Razor-sharp teeth gleamed in the dim light, still wet with crimson. She was certain something—flesh, perhaps—was wedged between them. On the ground, the other man had gone terrifyingly still. A gaping wound tore across his neck,

He was busy arguing with a god that doesn’t show up to deals like his. When he bit me the second time—lower, near the collarbone, a savage drag and shake like a dog with a rope—the world went white and returned differently. Sound dulled. Edges sharpened. I tasted metal and something bitter-sweet I didn’t have a word for. The bite throbbed and throbbed, a tide that didn’t care what it drowned. I thought of Remy’s hand at the back of my neck, the way his yes felt, the way his no had made me safer, and I forced myself to breathe like Todd taught me, in through my nose, out through my mouth, like a swimmer who knows the shore is real even when the horizon lies.

But as soon as I wrapped myself in a towel and caught my reflection in the fogged-up mirror, my breath caught. My mark. The jagged bite was an angry, inflamed pink, standing out starkly against my skin. I traced my fingers over it, wincing at how tender it felt. Some days it was itchy, a dull irritation that never fully went away. But today… today, it felt like a raw and pulsing open wound. I pressed my palm against it, trying to soothe the discomfort, but it didn’t help.

"Alice!" "Woof! Woof! Woof!" I was okay, but my daughter had been bitten right through the thigh. Was my rebirth for nothing? Could I really not change anything? Despair flooded over me as I crawled toward her. I held her tightly and called her name repeatedly. Just then, the wail of sirens finally filled the air. Alice was rushed into the emergency room for stitches. Meanwhile, Thomas stood a short distance away. He was talking on the phone, his face lit up in excitement.

"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.

I'd seen plenty of wolves bitten. This wasn't a normal bite... Shock reverberated through my entire body. I could barely get the words out, "He marked you!"

"You heard me right, Eve. You have had vampire blood in you ever since you were born." "How is that possible? My parents, I was sure they were humans and they haven't mentioned anything unnatural… and I never felt strange before." "You are not a pure-blooded vampire, only a fraction of your blood contains vampire blood. That's why you managed to live for all those years like a normal human being. But the truth is, it was only suppressed and waiting to be activated. And it happened when Vienna's subordinate bit you. It was the vampire's venom that awakened the vampire blood in you. It was the reason why the transition took faster than usual because you were not a pure human in the first place