Bitter And Bones Novels & Stories

My eyes were wide open, finally Elias was by my side, boy was I glad to see him! A strange thing began to occur inside me just when I thought it was over. The pain started to grow, only this time it was worse than the bite, there was a fire burning inside me, I began to feel the worst kind of pain I’ve ever felt in all my thirty years of living. It was an excruciating pain— like torture!

It will heal and turn into something more, the bond and the mark. I spot the scar on her left collarbone, it ragged and faded, but definitely a bitemark and not a wolves one. Diego growls at the sight of that disgusting scar on her collarbone and paces through my mind, eager to make the vampire who did that pay for it.

“I need to talk to both of you!” “Oh no, Mom’s mad at us!” muttered Zayden. “We’re sorry, Aunt Andy! It won’t happen again,” said Zane, looking guiltier than before. “Sorry, mom!” said Zayden, seeing me glare at him. “We thought Addie had recovered. He has rested for days already!” “Yes, he was getting bored in bed. He needed rescuing!” explained Zane while I glared with horror at the two of them. “No, he doesn’t need rescuing. Do you realize he is suffering from a hairline fracture? It will take him a month to get better.” The boys gaped at me as if I had uttered some gibberish.

"Mrs. Simpson, I beg you. Please tell me where Summer is buried. I'll do anything you ask me." "Absolutely not," Mom said mercilessly. Andrew had tried to get my skeleton back to the neurosurgical department, but unfortunately, since it was a specified donation, it couldn't be changed. I didn't particularly care—it was a donation, so it didn't matter where it was placed. Yves did not think so. He disinfected the spot that he had prepared for my skeleton at least eight times. It was weird; I'd never thought that I would be able to see my entire skeleton.

"At this rate I'll end up killing half the city." "You will get better." He said as I nodded. We took the bodies to a mountain and burned them all. We waited till they were ashes and then spread it all over the mountain. *End of flashback* I looked at him and nodded. We went to his kitchen and had a glass of blood. I so needed this. "Thirsty are we?" He asked while looking at my empty glass. "Its been an intense training. I needed my blood dose." I grinned. He chuckled.

I fell and was almost on my own as my whole body was completely covered in blood. "No! Wake me up! Please..." I shouted while trying to get up from the blood while pulling my legs. As I pulled, I noticed that we were passing through the light, the walls with hanging lamps. I should have been happy because I could see, but I regretted it. Especially when I saw what was pulling me. My scream echoed. Big red eyes, black hairy skin, and its mouth filled with smelly saliva. I feel like I'm going to throw up at any moment.

It was truly a sacred place. I plopped myself down on the wooden chair and buried my head on the burrow I made with my arms on the table. I sighed deeply, not understanding the pain and supreme tiredness I was feeling. Pain and tiredness wasn't new to me but this was particularly different. I grabbed my favourite book, Othello by Shakespeare and sat, running my hand along the spine of the book. I opened the book and it landed on a page that I had a left a note in. I skimmed the page, reading the parts I had highlighted with a light blue highlighter. I took the note and read it:

Chapter 53: Bitter Entanglement Alain's Bedroom, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... A rolling storm had been of no consequence to the two young lovers coupled inside the room at The Salt Mill Tavern, on Fifth and Main. The noises within had been thankfully drowned out by the crackle of thunder and the flashes of lightning had been of no issue to two people who needed only their bodies enmeshed to adhere to their most basic of carnal needs. The frequent moans that escaped the pinked lips of the young redhead peasant filled the room as the occasional grunts and groaning from the handsome young noble lad hard at work drilling his impressive appendage inside the t

Silas challenged, his eyes turning a solid, glowing violet-gold. He didn't pull back from the extraction tubes. He "Pushed." He used the "Mate Bond" to anchor himself to the "Unmapped" North that still existed in his marrow. He didn't give them the "Compelling" drama. He gave them the "Terminal Bitterness."

“Well, Zeke’s a nice enough guy but maybe not the sharpest needle in the haystack. One of many reasons we only briefly dated.” The two dug into their meals, and Brad had to admit to himself that Bias was right, the food was absolutely delicious. Spicy and flavorful. Bias was scarfing down his food as if he were going into hibernation soon. “Speaking of you being a famous writer,” Bias said when he finally came up for air, “after you left Book Lady yesterday, I picked up another one of your books.” “Really? Which one?” “The collection, Dark Corners. I read the first four stories before bed last night, and I have to say I really enjoyed them.”