Books Like Feathers So Vicious Novels & Stories

My thick skin and feathers could not prevent the heart piercing pain I felt through my entire body. My body was crushing under the grip of the thorney tendrils. The black magic users started to advance towards the phoenix shifter. If they succeeded to take her feathers then it was going to end up being a disaster. Defeating them will be impossible if a single feather falls in thei hand. Not only they are going to be blessed with the power of reborn but also make the deads a new life if the dark magic and powers of feather combines together .

That was my primary concern. I relaxed my shoulders and felt my wings spring free like a switchblade, sighing I stretched them, letting the tension work their way out. My wings had black and red feathers, and unlike a bird's feather which were soft, and gentle a Valkyrie’s feathers were hard and sharp, able to slice through bone when needed.

LUCIO My body quaked with anger and resentment. But I couldn’t even tell who exactly my anger was aimed at. I couldn’t be mad at Valeria for making her decision, I could never be mad at her for anything. I couldn’t be mad at my men for not even being able to give full account on where she was and how she had left. I have spent a reasonable part of my life with Val to know just the kind of woman she is. By the way, no one ever had to watch her steps - she was a woman of strong will and a domineering presence.

After I got it I pulled out a chair and sat in front of the table near it by the window. "Deceptive," I read in the written title of the book, I opened it in turn and what popped up to me was a picture of a large creature that was half human and wolf, its body full of feathers. “He has no death, to this day he is still alive, trying to save the woman he first loved and wants to be with for life,” I read here. There was some spark that flowed through my being. I wasted no more time and I opened the book, but my torn eyebrows met its pages, even if I looked over and over I could not read anything, until I got to the back of the book and there was I noticed a very small letter.

*** Little Theater**** Author: My poor mc, and his family jewels Mc: If you feel sorry for me, why did you write it then? Author: To advance the plot, of course. Hysterical woman: Pervert, save me. Yoshiki: I will kill you in your sleep. Just wait. Kenchki: Everyone is useless at doing their job. Lin Su: I'm a very innocent high schooler, but I have a secret. Serial killer: white and purple, my favorite colors. Police: Serial killers, why are there so many of them around. Author: I'm willing to associate will a crazy bunch like you. Readers: I don't know what just happened.

He whispered in her ear and she was disgusted to her core. She struggled to get away but he was too strong. Until she doubted if he was a real human or really an animal. Then suddenly after 5 minutes of abuse he pushed her to ground so hard that her head hit the bedside table and she lost her consciousness. Without noticing her for a second he moved away to the door until he stopped in his tracks. He looked back to see. She was not moving. She was still like she was dead. His mind blew and he almost ran. As he reached her, he turned her over on her back as she was laid on the ground lifeless on her front. There was so much blood on the floor that it even flowed beneath the bed. Her head was

Missy gave him the chance, but what she didn’t expect are the fusses surfacing their new chapter. Fusses not meant to create a rift but jeopardize their lives, fusses with secret beyond laughs and smiles; jaw dropping fusses. Book 2 of Vicious Billionaire Trilogy. Cannot be read as stand-alone. Book 1- Bride To The Vicious Billionaire. Book 2- Falling For The Vicious Billionaire. Love you all and thanks for the support.

Tribal sounds mixed with heavy breathing, whispers in languages she didn't understand. Then, the touch. A feather. Soft. It glided along her back, over the curve of her hips, down her thigh. Zoey sighed, her body arching involuntarily. It was unbearable how much it aroused her—more than any direct contact ever had. Victor alternated textures. After the feather came something cold—perhaps metal, a light chain, which he trailed over her skin with care, drawing circles around her nipples, between her shoulders, along the sides of her belly.

Ray now had to rely entirely on memory and instinct. Spatial perception was truly godlike. He pressed the mysterious feathers against his body. Instantly, they radiated enough heat to warm even the air he breathed. Ray clicked his tongue in amazement—these feathers were nothing short of a strategic resource. Whoever possessed this mutated bird could ignore the bitter cold entirely. He had no idea the feathers' "effective period" was only three days. Otherwise, while still a strategic asset, their usefulness would have been drastically reduced.

More blood drips from my nose, and it feels like a million pounds are pressing down on me. My heart is racing, and my ears are ringing. The world around me starts to shake, and I know I’m running out of energy. For some reason, that stupid feather I found in the alley pops into my mind. I remember how good if felt in my hands, how sleek and soft it was and how it felt familiar at the same time. The creature pushes forward again, and Lucas moves a step forward, ready to take that thing on if need be. Seeing him so willing to risk himself…no…I won’t let it come to that.