Broken Souls Ariana Cane Novels & Stories

Placing her hand on Celina's forehead, Arianna started chanting the reduction of pain spell that was able to reduce the physical pain of Celina, "Asinta Mulaf Hinto, Asinta Mulaf Hinto." Arianna didn't know how rapidly the wound began to heal, but it appeared to close almost instantly the second Celina's lips pulled away from her wrist. Seconds later, the puncture marks on her wrist sealed shut and she rose to her feet once again, offering her hand which Celina took with a look of awe in her eyes. When she was standing, Arianna asked, "Who are you?" "I-I'm Celina, and before you ask anymore questions, I helped Amara in resurrecting the dead because she held my sister captive." Celina explain

"You think you can defy me? You are nothing, Ariana. A weak, pathetic excuse for a Luna." With a sudden surge of strength, Ariana pushed Damon away from her, scrambling to her feet. She could feel the bruises forming on her skin, the pain a stark reminder of the torment she endured daily. "I will never be yours," Ariana spat, her voice filled with venom. "You can take my body, but you will never have my soul." Damon's face contorted with rage, and he lunged at her, his fists flying. Ariana dodged his blows, her mind filled with thoughts of escape.

The ashes still floated there what remained of Reza, of rebellion, of ruin. Aria dipped beneath the surface. One breath. Gone. Cassian tensed. Then she rose. Water cascading down her skin like she’d just been born again. But she hadn’t. She’d just decided not to be buried. Not by anyone. Gasps moved through the crowd. Not horror. Not lust. Recognition. Of a woman who refused to be made polite in her grief. Who stripped down not to seduce but to show them what wasn’t supposed to survive.

But something inside her snapped into place. Ariana forced herself up, and with a sudden shove she pushed her away. Gemma stumbled backward and slammed into someone in the crowd. The crowd erupted into louder murmurs as phones appeared in people’s hands. Ariana barely had time to steady herself when a hand clamped onto her shoulder from behind and spun her around. The slap cracked through the cemetery. Juliana’s hand struck her across the face so hard Ariana dropped to the ground again. The taste of blood filled her mouth, as her nose began to drip onto the front of her dress.

When she was sure that Travis was deeply asleep, she attempted to lift Travis's arm that was wrapped tightly around her waist. However, just as she managed to lift his arm a few inches, Travis's body tightened against hers again, causing Luna to hold her breath and close her eyes once more. She was afraid that Travis might wake up as she was about to put her plan into action. Luna waited for a few moments, ensuring Travis was sound asleep before attempting to pull his arm away from her waist once more. She succeeded this time. Travis seemed to be deeply lost in his dreams. Slowly, Luna began to lower her leg off the bed and made her way to a nearby cupboard, retrieving a hidden knife.

The suspicion I carried home from the graveside is now confirmed by a woman I am holding captive, and the arc of my life has bent from a man protecting the family machinery toward a man who must decide whether to dismantle it with his own hands. I look at Serafina. She is still holding the candle. The flame has burned low, and the wax has pooled in the holder, and her hand is trembling now, a fine vibration I would not see if I were not standing this close. She is not a translator handing a client the worst document of his life. She is a co-conspirator. She has handed me the fuse, and she knows I will light it, and the intimacy that began in captivity eleven days ago now carries the weight o

"You could never have. I'd cut off the connection, and what you saw on the surveillance cam was an act. The report was also a fake. The STD wasn't transferred, but I ingested coffee tainted with your blood by accident. I was forced to take PEP for two weeks to prevent transmission." I turned my eyes to the dumbstruck Donald. "Besides, you've already found a new host to… leech from." Then, I strode off before they could say anything. The weight that'd been haunting me was finally gone. I booked a flight for Astermis. It was scheduled for tonight, and I had some packing up to do. … While I was sampling local food in Astermis, Donald bombarded my phone with message after message. 'Cynthia, you

His paws hit the ground and he was running, following the scent trail that screamed of violence and death. What he found made his world stop. Ariana lay crumpled on the forest path, her small body broken and bleeding. Her face was unrecognizable beneath swelling and blood. Her breathing came in wet, rattling gasps that spoke of punctured lungs and shattered ribs. She wasn't moving, in fact she was barely breathing.

“You're going to break yourself if you continue to keep it inside.” Cecilia turned, her eyes glinting with held-back feelings. “They turned their backs on me, Annie. My family, my pack. They threw me out like I was nothing.” Her voice trembled, and she collapsed onto a nearby chair, cradling her head in her hands. "How can I recover from that?" Annie crouched down next to her, gently resting a reassuring hand on her arm. "You are among the powerful wolves I have come across." And you’re not alone on this. You have me.”

Aubrey asks as we all pull away from each others embrace. “Ugh! Like hell. There was absolutely nothing to do out there and trust me when I tell you… absolutely no cute guys to look at. I felt like I was in prison. The only thing I could do to help pass the time was to look at videos of hot celebrities all day and that didn’t even help.” I somewhat joke as Ella begins driving once again. “Yeah that sounds awful I’m sorry love. But good thing you’re back now, we’ll make up for all of the lost time.” Ella says confidently