Novel & Cerita Breath Of Darkness Down Your Spine

Together I woke up with a heavy feeling. It’s like there’s a heavy rock on top of me. And i felt like something is liking my face. I forcely opened my eyes and a light from the window hit my eyes. The thing who's liking my face is a fucking dog. I hate dogs the most! I wanted to pushed away the dog from me but my body is jailed by a demon. The Demon is named Seymour Rios Evans, sleeping peacefully beside me while his arms are hugging my waist and chest tightly.

‘’Put me down right fucking now’’, he didnt until i felt a sting in my buttcheek, did he…spank me? ‘’Did you just spank me? How dare you, put me down’’ another spank. He walked with me on his shoulders till he put me down and caged me between his arms when we got to his car. ‘’Do you enjoy pissing me off?’’ ‘’Very much, I believe it became my new hobby and rather I find it turning into an addiction.’’ ‘’Ýou are going to be the death of me’’, I was going to ask what he meant but he beat me to it and smashed his lips to mine, in a rough kiss.

Taking a deep breath I opened my mouth to speak when I felt a strange stinging sensation in my left shoulder. "Wait.. what was that? What have you done to me?" I was scared and unable to move from the spot. My legs instantly collapsed causing me to end up in a heap on the forest ground. "No!" I heard someone scream but then everything around me went dark.

Domenico POV: There are moments in life of crisp clarity, like a camera lens focusing or a breath of fresh air after swimming. You see things just as they are, not as you wanted them to be; every little piece of information you neglected to cover, your own fears they shine brightly.

Her Pov: I have no idea how long I’ve been drifting through this suffocating darkness, the silence pressing in on me like a living thing. Then, just as a shiver runs down my spine, I catch the faintest movement—a shadow shifting within the black void. My breath hitches. “Who’s there?” I whisper, my voice barely breaking the oppressive stillness as I strain to make out the figure lurking in the dark.

The sound of dragging chains reverberates around us, and more sparks light up the ground, looking like metal chains dragged on pavement, sparking and popping off little embers. I take off, running toward the demon. This is just a dream…he can’t hurt me, right? The smell of brimstone fills my nostrils, and the red sparks are fading fast. They’re gone by the time I get to them. “Dammit,” I mutter, dropping down to my knees. I push leaves away, looking for something—anything—that will let me know why the hell I keep coming back here.

a beat that occurred once every hundred years, vibrating through the hulls of their drifting rocks. "It’s not a machine," a Nomad captain named Joran reported during a rare contact with the Spire. "It’s a 'Breath.' The void isn't empty, and it isn't quiet. It’s 'Waiting.' We’ve been drifting in the dark for three generations, and the dark is starting to 'Hum' back at us."

"Their husbands had unwittingly played right into our hands, fearing the chaos that might ensue. Little did they know that they had given us a golden opportunity. Now, Dark Lord and Demon King, you can confidently transform these two women into vessels for our ritual without any risk at all." Raven's patience snapped. "You're courting death... You're really courting death!" In the blink of an eye, three ice spears shot out, merging into a single long spear. Raven flicked his wrist, and the spear hurtled toward the commander. The commander tried to dodge on instinct, but Kael's aura of death held him frozen in place. On closer look, that same aura was slowly scorching the commander's flesh. K