Books Like Feathers So Vicious Novels & Stories

A ferocious roar filled his ears, seemed to fill up the whole world, and he could feel the vibrations as the panther gave chase. As he started down the stairs, he tried to kick the door closed behind him but he also didn’t want to pause even for a second, and he didn’t think his kick was forceful enough to get the door closed all the way. He picked up his speed, nearly tumbling down the stairs, sure that he could feel the breath of the animal on his neck. He raced to the closest bookshelf, full of hardback volumes by Stephen King. Hoping to buy himself a little more time, he grabbed one of the thicker books—Bag of Bones—and hurled it toward the stairs just as the panther came into the librar

Sure enough, Liam had fallen for the lie and quickly dealt with Joey's body before bringing it home to store it with his "masterpieces" Eugene felt guilty for not protecting me. My face and voice had been ruined in the fire. I smiled and shook my head, telling him that I was thankful enough he'd saved my life. He smiled, too. Then, he looked at the sketchbook I had on my bedside table. "Did you draw these?" I nodded. "Yeah. It's too boring here; I needed something to do." Eugene flipped through the sketchbook, his gaze landing on one in particular. I leaned over to see that it was one of a towering tree with roots that curled around a tower. There was something eerie in its beauty.

Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Three **** The black feather lay there like a brand. I didn’t need to think long. It's Morwen. Of course it was her. She couldn’t resist the theatrics,always draping her threats in feathers, ash, and riddles. As if I hadn’t already seen through every one of her petty games. I exhaled slowly, brushing the feather aside with two fingers like it might burn me. “Too wise?” I muttered under my breath, a dry laugh caught in my throat. “You’re not wise, Morwen. You’re desperate.”

"A little dirt never hurt anyone. I've been eating like thissince I was a kid. I hardly ever got sick, not even a cold or a fever. I bet my little body is healthier than yours any day…” Damien glanced at Serena's figure and suddenly agreed with her statement. That night, Damien transformed into a hungry wolf and pounced on Serena. The night was filled with passion and excitement. The next morning, Serena felt something was off with her body. Last night's fun seemed to have taken a toll and she felt a bit feverish. Despite this, Serena insisted on going to work. Her colleagues noticed her flushed face and couldn't help but ask, "What's up with you, Serena? Why is your face so red?"

Lord Blackwood’s deep, dangerous voice whispered hotly against my ear. My blood ran cold. “You enjoy listening to me fuck other women, little maid?” His free hand slid down my body, gripping my hip possessively. “Then perhaps it’s time you learn what it feels like to be the one beneath me.”

Something they enjoyed exploiting. "Practice fields?" Micah asked, his voice loose. Ash nodded, his gaze sweeping over the hallway. It was wolf sniffing its quarry. His eyes rested on me. I tried to disappear, but that didn't work. He had found me. “Look what the wolf dragged in,” Zane Valez said, his signature smirk already in place. He was leaning against the wall, a picture of nonchalant cruelty. “Little Rhea Mooncrest, still clinging to those dusty books. What’s that you’re reading? ‘How to Get a Mate When No One Wants You’?”

He was the monster who executed her sister. She was the weapon sent to tear his empire apart. Evelyn Mercer entered the dark, opulent underworld of Chicago with a single, dangerous obsession: bring down Julian Vane. Armed with stolen financial ledgers, a forged marriage contract, and a cold hatred that burned brighter than fear, she walked directly into the lion’s den ready to play the dutiful bride while secretly burning his syndicate to the ground. Julian Vane is a kingpin accustomed to loyalty bought in blood and enemies buried in silence. He knows his cold, sharp-witted new wife is a trap wrapped in silk and ice. But instead of breaking her, he finds himself mesmerized by her lethal in

She starts focussing on her arms, and how they should be wings. She closes her eyes and breathes slowly and deliberately. She knows how to deal with pain, she’ll be fine. She feels the bones in her arms stretch, and the muscles go with them. She grunts and cracks her neck, then the feathers start sprouting from her skin like needles, that become knives slicing at her. She risks a glance, but there’s no blood. She nods and shudders as the pain begins to subside as the feathers settle. She moves her arms gently, no more pain.

His arm was broken, so why should yours stay whole? His screams filled the room, but I did not flinch. I waved a hand toward the men outside. "Didn't you two like burying people alive? Then you can bury each other this time." Celeste did not resist. I tied them together and tossed them both into the pit. Vincent kept clawing upward, desperate to live. Every time he made it near the top, I kicked him back down. The woman wanted to die, and the man wanted to live. So, I made sure neither got what they wanted.

Before I can catch my breath, my wings burst out and tear away from my skin. Selene ripped these feathers from me once. I fought to grow them back. And now Audra wants them gone, too. Gideon catches me as the first white feather falls between us. “Get the heat-inducer,” Vaughn snarls, bursting through the doors. He sniffs the wine content.“Hmmm!, Mother's formula.” Kieran goes wild, eyes blazing with fire, movement raw and untamed. His claws pierce through Audra's throat. “Antidote. Now.”