Bitten Novels & Stories

“I don’t know what’s happening.” A low growl rumbled from his chest, and instinctively, my body shivered not from cold. His hand pressed against my back, pushing me closer. Every instinct screamed to flee, but every fiber of me was pulled toward him. Desire, fear, and something older, something feral, twisted together inside me. Then he bit me.

His voice dropped, deep and earnest. “When you accept the bond... when you’re mine...” He hesitated just a moment. “I’ll mate you. Then I’ll bite you. Just here.” Aria’s breath hitched. She turned slightly to meet his eyes. “I don’t want you to bite me.” His thumb grazed the sensitive spot again, soft and slow. “You will. And it won’t hurt you. It’s not pain, it’s pleasure, in a way. The bite marks you as mine, binds us together, and awakens something inside you.”

“This is disgusting! He bit him. He actually bit that freak of nature!” Her voice is like an echo that resonates in Keiran's head and he abruptly comes to a stop and everyone—his group of friends and Lena reels their heads to look at him. And just like that, everything comes flooding back, hitting him hard and brutal. The full moon, the shift, the pull and the bite. Seth. At that moment, it's like something slammed him with a force, a wild force that nearly knocks the breath out of him. Shit. Keiran can't breathe.

“And some of that spray that tastes bad so he won’t chew it.” “I’m fine,” Mason counters, looking genuinely annoyed. “At the very least, let me give you ointment to put on,” I press, eyeing the nasty cut on Mason’s arm. He said he got it when he climbed a fence in pursuit of a “bad guy” but couldn’t give any more details than that. “And then wrap it with vet wrap.”

Despite my blurred vision, I saw this creature approaching me through the faint darkness and licked my face before moving to my neck. I felt its long, sharp teeth pierce through my skin, causing intense pain. I wanted to scream but couldn't. Instead, hot tears streamed down my face. After the bite, a voice resonated in my head. "Mate.''

After being friends for so long, one would think it would be easy, but the truth of the matter was that in front of him she felt forever exposed. What had he done to steal her heart and cause her to think of no one but him? She squinted through the bright rays of light reflected by the water and focused on him. His head was tilted down, his teeth biting at his lip as he worked the worm onto the hook. His dark brown hair was a disheveled mess and his strong masculine features were contorted in concentration, highlighting a wicked hot mouth that she was dying to kiss.

“Don’t play coy. Those marks are unmistakable.” Fello unlocked her phone screen. “Let’s see what love bites mean,” she said with a grin. “Don’t!” I said. She ignored my protest, cleared her throat, and read, "Typically, a 'love bite' refers to a mark on the skin caused by biting, sucking, or kissing, often on the neck or other areas, usually during passionate moments between romantic partners. It's also known colloquially as a hickey.” Rebecca leaned her head closer to Fello’s phone and read, “It’s a sign of affection, usually between two people in a relationship. It can also be a sign of dominance and used as a form of control. In some cases, it can be a sign of violence.”

The air crackled with the anticipation of this intimate exchange, our hearts beating in synchrony. With a deliberate yet tender motion, he leaned in, his lips brushing against my skin. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through my veins, igniting a fire within me. I felt Koen's fangs scrape down my nape towards my shoulder where he took a huge punishing bite. I couldn't help trembling from sudden fright, and my voice let out a muffled groan. His bite was hard, it tore through my skin, and I knew that he had left a bite mark on my body, a permanent one. When I felt his fangs sink so deep in my skin, it made my body flare up.

Worst than a mosquito bite and those bitches hurt. "Didn't anyone tell you that biting innocent girls can get you killed?" The next thing I know, this guy throws the one that bit me, against a wall with one punch. How does someone have that much strength. Then again, I just witness a vampire and freaking bit me "Now, next time think twice. Goodnight." He said and then he grabbed the guy's head and ripped it off. I was trying to get some air but wasn't working. I was dizzy from him drinking my blood and what I just freaking witness today.

The first impact made the air in my lung get stuck, it felt like fire burning down on my skin then it throbbed. The second came seconds later, his callous hands hitting the same spot at my lower back, the pain increased by every whip. I lost count after ten, my eyes blurring, my head dizzy, the metallic taste of blood reached my tongue. I felt myself float into the abyss as the pain became unbearable, I screamed out in agony but I never begged for it to stop. The powerful stroke made my head go back violently, bitting hard into my lips, my eyes heavy with sleep. I don't know how long I could bear it.