Breath Mints Battle Scars Novels & Stories

I take a deep breath and remind myself that we have trained for this. I trust my pack, and they trust me. Together, we’ll make it out. Something slams hard into my chest, and the battle has begun. It’s Miranda, screaming with fury as she attacks me. I shove my elbow into her face, forcing her back. We scuffle, one on one, and then she pulls out a blade, its tip dripping with a purple substance.

Their mate picks the pack over them. He staggers to the center of the room, grabbing at his hair with both hands. “Fuck!” he yells, his voice echoing against the walls. The small cabin feels like it’s collapsing on him. His scent thickens, darker than ever, filling the air with something wild and dangerous. He kicks the edge of the already broken table, and it crashes to the floor, breaking the remainder of it. His breaths come fast and sharp as his eyes flash an even deeper red.

Lauren gazed into the mirror as she peeled off her clothes, not wanting to miss a single sight of it. The once white bandages that had been wrapped on her back now had a hue of red. She sighed and even when she knew it would earn her scolding from Malcolm, she slowly peeled the bandage off her back closing her eyes at the gory sight that greeted her. Her eyes teared. She didn’t believe it was this bad. And Bryan had seen it too? It made her sob more. She didn’t want him to end up having trauma because of her. She was used to it after all.

Ann struggled to pull his hand from her neck. “ let me go you bastard” Ann whispered getting short of breath. “ Or what?” He smirked. “ What can you......?” he started but Ann scratch his face so hard, he loosened his grip, as one unfortunate finger entered her mouth and she bit it so hard she tasted blood. “ what the hell!” he groaned as ann pushed him away and gave him the hardest kick in the groin she could muster up. He fell to the ground writhing in pain. Ann was unsure where to go, but knew she had to leave as quickly as possible. So she ran until she jolted into someone.

then she laughed it was dry and bitter. Mama Rita chuckled uncomfortably,”yeah,since you are an orphan and homeless,you can stay with me” Scar looked up”I'll decline that,I come with a bag of trouble, actually a truck full” “I don't mind,I sincerely don't mind” “Hold her down,kick that bitch ,she thinks she's better than others”scar curled as the kicks landed,”how about a makeover,a make over”the voices as they held her down,one of the ladies squatted before her with a piece of glass,scar trashed violently but the hands holding her was stronger,she sharp pain tore from her right ear to her cheek,she screamed as they left her not without final kicks,she screamed like a wounded bull pain blind

There must be… there must be…” “I can't speak, I can't inhale, I can't think clearly. It suffocates me, my vision turns dim and a buzzing cuts through my eardrums viciously. I can barely hear Jorfit calling my name, I can barely see him throw something at me, and I can barely get it out of the air. It's my inhaler. I probably fell into Sinema , during my battle with the fear specialist. I shake it and take a puff; I close my eyes and count ten mississippis , towards the end of the round it has disappeared and I can inhale without problems. Similarly, a thought finally strikes a chord, a thought that might have the option of saving Maxx .

Into him. I shook my head, trying to clear it. “What’s going on?” “You tell me,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “The moment I touched you, your scent changed. It’s… different. Unstable. A Beta’s scent doesn’t do that.” He was so close now. I could see the flecks of darker gray in his eyes. See the tight line of his mouth. My own breath was coming too fast. That strange heat was spreading, making my skin feel sensitive, tingling. A faint, new scent started to rise from my own skin—something clean and sharp, like frost and ozone. I’d never smelled it before.

he snarled and shoved me against the wall. I kicked at them, flailing and fighting with everything I had but they were stronger. They pinned my arms and forced me to stop moving. “Stop struggling!” Scarface said and leaned in so close to my face that I inhaled his exhale. His breath was foul and smelled like cigarettes and morning breath. “This will be easier for you if you just behave.” “Go to hell!” I shouted. His face twisted in anger. “You’ve got a smart mouth. Let’s see how much longer you keep it.”

I had to tip my head up to look into his face. When I did, I found that he’d tilted his down to peer into mine. My skin warmed with his proximity, and I could feel the soft gusts of his breath on my lips. It smelled like mint, but somehow not like the bland, soapy mint of the toothpaste he’d undoubtedly used. Transmuted by the magic of his body, it had an invigorating freshness like wild mint growing in a forest. Or maybe it didn’t have anything to do with his magic.

Ezren: I don't want to lose myself in all of these, but how do you play a game where the only safe choice is the one you hate? Kiss or Kill? ~~~ I blinked slowly, trying to adjust to the harsh light above me. It hurt. My head throbbed with every breath, like someone had taken a sledgehammer to the inside of my skull. The smell of antiseptic, the low humming of machines, and the faint murmur of voices just beyond the door told me where I was.