Books Like Feathers So Vicious Novels & Stories

She never knew monsters were real—until she signed on the dotted line. Hidden behind the power and brutality of the Bratva is an ancient bloodline of wolves. Feared by enemies and loyal only to their own, they live by one unbreakable law: protect the pack at any cost. He is one of their deadliest. Cold, ruthless, and born to command, the golden-eyed wolf has spent his life controlling the beast beneath his skin. But that control begins to fracture when he encounters a beautiful stranger who awakens something inside him—something primal, possessive, and impossible to deny. She has no knowledge of his violent world or the supernatural power sleeping within her. Yet the closer she

Nevan was made smarter, agile, authoritative and wise. The two of them began to launch the contents of the mind. A way out with the appearance of the cunning enemy. *** The room is not too cramped. A hand that flipped through a unique book that was slightly dusty. The dark color of the book looks faded by the title. His hands were not smooth, nor did they look dull. But, the eyes are starting to look confusing. “What a strange history book,” Felix muttered glancing around the body of the book.

My vision blurred, the world tilting dangerously— And then, I wasn’t in my room anymore. --- A battlefield stretched endlessly before me. The air was thick with the scent of blood and smoke. Bodies lay scattered across the ground, and above them, Valkyries fought with a fierce, desperate rage. They were beautiful. Deadly. Their wings—black, silver, white—flashed like lightning as they clashed with monstrous creatures born of shadow. Their claws pulsed with golden light, slicing through the darkness with terrifying precision. But they were losing.

The Silent Feet came and went like wind, leaving dead bodies and blood along their trail, but people did not hear screams or chaos, just silence, followed by death. As he stared at the pretty boy, seemingly too weak to even throw a punch, challenging him, Old Snow thought the Bronze Orchid was playing tricks on him. He felt a bit disappointed that he would have to destroy such a face. It would be a shame, but the boy had brought it upon himself. As he was sure he wouldn't lose, he didn't even demand a price if he won. It was an insignificant fight that would be over in seconds. Everyone knew how it was going to end, so there was no need for all that fuss. He was wrong.

Mercy made every rotten part of me visible. The first Blood Feather book snapped open above my head, its pages bleeding black ink faster than the wind could turn them. A sentence wrote itself across the open page, and every wolf on the field saw it at the same time. The child promised before breath belongs to the throne before he belongs to the mother. My knees weakened. “No,” I said again, louder this time, because motherhood was the only truth I had left that Blood Feather had not completely stolen. The book wrote another line beneath the first, crueler and darker, as if my refusal had amused whatever old hunger lived inside it.

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

“No offense to you-” “None taken.” “-but some people just have bad blood running in their veins, and for some reason, it skipped you, or did it?” “What do you mean?” I ask in confusion “Well, you are not a pushover, you have got steel in you, so why not turn it against them.” “You mean like a revenge play?” “Yes.” “Fantasy.” “No. It is very much possible-”

She was a very perceptive woman and knew the girl was as broken hearted as she was determined. Bree’s work wasn’t completely fruitless. She had focused her efforts on the process of phoenix rebirthing and the first few books were always the same. Young phoenixes take about a day to rise from the ashes, whereas after maturity it could be done in a couple of hours. Nothing there soothed her heart, so she kept digging. The first piece of information that caused her to hold her breath in anticipation came from a book on war strategy. Lady Cassie had must have smuggled the book inside her already large pile, because it was far from the magical beings’ catalogs Bree was looking for at first.

I barely have nightmares anymore. Meredith continued reading on the screen. “What’s that anyway?” I asked. “I’m checking his file. I volunteer there so I get access to their database… at least the basic stuff,” she replied. “Hunter Zale Vaughn. Age, sixteen. Parents: Patrick Vaughn and Diana Vaughn, deceased. Only child. He’s from Jacksonville…” She trailed off as she continued reading Hunter’s profile. “Apparently the prince of Jacksonville.” “What?”

Two minutes later, Zach walked into the most luxurious room in the club with blood all over his hand but none on his suit or his crisp white shirt. Big Al was reduced to a stammer as he stared at the man making himself comfortable across the table from him. “Who... How...Who...” He could not formulate the right question to ask this strangely calm man. “Are you here to kill me?” He finally asked once he had gotten control over his tongue. “No,” Zach answered calmly, “As I said, am here to talk.” He poured himself a glass of wine after wiping the blood off his hand using the paper towels on the table. “I am simply here to claim on my investment.”