Books Like Feathers So Vicious Novels & Stories

He threatened her and she trembled. “There is no need to take me easy because there is no ordinary street vendor who is walking around in front of you. My name is Grasis Celab. I know how to correct your bad opinion. What will happen to you? Now you will know. What happened to you yesterday? Maybe you did not like it. Let’s start it again." She was terrified. The headache was rising. He was an animal. He was the best. He drank blood. How could she avoid it?

“I did not mean for you to…” Suddenly a blue haze surrounded Velsusi, and he began to shrink down while growing feathers. As he did, his arms became wings and his nose became a great hooked beak. His feathers were of a deep black with purple undertones. He inspected himself and flew up into the air. The whole crew stopped what they were doing and watched Velsusi soar toward the silver hawk. The great white bird lifted its wings and took flight. A great call came from it as it flew away. Velsusi followed. They circled in the air and over the trees. “What is he doing?” Termâs sounded a bit shocked.

Ravi Lazy Arsenio unlocked his bedroom door and was surprised to find a scattering of black feathers covering the gleaming wooden floor. He stared at the tightly closed window, through which the morning sun's rays penetrated the transparent glass. The dark-haired man stooped down to pick up a feather in front of him, which felt softer and thicker than any bird feather Ravi had ever touched.

It was Lakisha who cupped her mother's cheek and rubbed her chin gently, staring conspicuously at the fear gripping her mother's eyes. She looked as if she were drained of energy because she looked rather pale. The healthy, milky white glow of her skin had vanished. There were also some claw marks around her neck, evident enough that someone had strangled her. They were wounds that looked deep and raw. Although she had successfully tied the scarf around her neck to cover her wounds, one could see blood sucking from the scarf.

Without removing the thong, he brushed a feather - At this point, I was already wet, my lacy underwear glistening with arousal. Part of me fantasised that this person in the book was Damien, and before I could stop myself, I grabbed the vibrator from Damien and slowly put it on my pussy. The tip of the vibrator touched my clit and the sensation reverabrated through my body as I continued reading. Without removing the thong, he brushed a feather against her pussy, igniting fire in her blood. She moaned involuntarily, and suddenly a palm went down to slap her pussy. It was painful, but it turned her on more.

Chapter 18: The Cage and the Crimson Trail The library of Castle Valros was a cathedral of shadows and secrets. High shelves of black ebony stretched toward a domed ceiling painted with constellations of blood-red stars. Lanterns of pale violet flame floated without chains, casting light that never quite reached the corners. Victoria led Raven through the aisles hand in hand, fingers laced tight, the obsidian raven pendant at Raven’s throat catching flickers of light with every step.

Caging her! "I'm done with your hesitance, "Kevin looked at her with his desirous gaze and hovered over her petite figure like a predator. Emma tried to get up but his weight pressed her down. Her strength was nothing in front of him. She was nothing in front of him. His lustful gaze met her teary eyes. She looked scared, shocked, and unwilling but that didn't diminish the sinful intentions he had for her. Kevin moved one hand down and rolled Emma's dress up exposing her soft untouched skin. The tears she'd been trying to control began cascading down her eyes seeing him straddling her. She couldn't even move a muscle. This was all new for her and there was no denying she didn't like it. She

The feather was defending its new host. "You stupid, arrogant girl," Silas spat, wiping a smear of silver blood from his lip. "You’ve hitched your life to a dying rogue. When the forge finishes with him, it will start on you. You’ll be hollowed out before the sun sets." "Then you’d better move fast," I rasped. My lungs felt like they were filling with liquid lead. "Because I’m the only map you have left." Kael scrambled toward me, his hands reaching out, trembling. He looked at the spot on my chest where the feather had vanished. The skin there was puckered and red, glowing with a rhythmic, angry light.

he yelled, sprinting toward the kitchen. "I love you too, Papa!" she giggled. "Score's now two-one, and I'm winning!" --- ## The Feather Revenge Damien crept into his daughter's room like a ninja with a death wish, wielding a feather like it was Excalibur. Kylie lay sprawled across her bed, dead to the world. He traced the feather across her face with the precision of a master artist, watching her nose twitch and scrunch. She giggled in her sleep, swatting at the air like she was fighting invisible flies.

Given there was a cult here, that was always a concern to me at this point. The title read 'Details on The Vicious.' I recalled that term from Misty and Remus when I'd snuck out last time and listened in on their conversation. Yes, some sort of weapon, right? I placed my hand on the cover, and after a deep breath, turned to page one. Nothing of value, yet, given it was a bunch of acknowledgments and chapters. I made a mental note that this felt a lot like a textbook, but why? The introduction told me: 'Welcome to the comprehensive guide on why our species must be incredibly careful around delicate humans.' Clearly, this was a book meant for vampires, which made it all the more intriguing.