Charmed Morality Bites Novels & Stories

I let out a few hiccups and snort as I try to sniff away the snot gathering in my nose. Moments later, the front door slams open and loud clicks of stiletto heels resound in the mansion. They seem to be heading in our direction. Suddenly, Charity burst around the corner, furiously, “She’s your mate, isn’t she?!” she screams. “The reason you wouldn’t mark me as your chosen mate?! He’s mine, bitch! Come here, bitch, so I can rip you to shreds!” she screams, her wolf’s claws protruding from her fingers. CASSIUS

He used his left arm to support his body, and Adhler noticed Charlene clutching her chest. “What’s wrong?” He asked, but Charlene seemed to have already passed out. Adhler was alarmed. He did not know if it was still the medication working or if something wrong had happened to Charlene. He took his whistle from his pocket and blew it. Not a minute passed, and Daimon was in his presence. “What is the matter, Your Highness?” Daimon hurried to the sound. The Lycan Prince rarely uses the whistle. Daimon was surprised to find himself inside a woman’s room. And even more, surprised when he looked up and saw the Lycan Prince on the same bed as Charlene!

“Aye, please, bite me, bite me, bite me.” I bit into his throat above his collar, claiming him as my Alpha, just as he came in pearly lines across his stomach, bucking beneath me at the joined pain and pleasure of being Wolve Bitten. His blood exploded through me like delicious popping candy. I clung to him, craving even more to devour him. Moon was now my Charm and Wolve Bitten. He tried to open his eyes, but they fluttered closed again, as he lost consciousness under the force of the Claiming.

"And besides, the bakery was closed." I clenched my fists and glared at him. "You're meaner than Severus Snape!" I snapped. I don't even know why I said that. Snape wasn't that mean. Maybe because my head was still wrapped up around Half Blood Prince, the movie I had watched last night, and Snape was kind of mean in that part. He clicked his tongue in disapproval before stopping the car. "Stop being so dramatic. If I hadn't bribed you with cupcakes, you would still be in your bed."

I wrenched free, stumbling back, chest heaving, vision swimming. Maris’s grin faltered. The pack roared. Some cheered, others cursed, but all leaned closer, hunger sparking in their eyes. Kade hadn’t moved. Not an inch. His arms folded across his chest, his golden gaze burning like it could sear the truth out of me. Maris wiped blood from her lip, and the smirk returned, sharper. “So the kitten has claws after all.” She came at me fast. Too fast. Her fist cracked across my jaw, snapping my head sideways. Stars burst behind my eyes. I staggered, spitting blood.

“Perfect. She’ll have no way to claim him now. She’s gone. Who could resist a bite like that?” My blood froze. My legs wanted to carry me forward, to claw her from her smug pedestal, but my throat closed, my body betraying me with a shiver I did not want to acknowledge. I pressed my back against the shadowed wall, heart hammering in my chest. Every instinct screamed, every memory of the stranger, the bite, the heat, the fire in my veins, pressed against this moment like a live coal. I had survived betrayal before, but this… this felt like being crucified in broad daylight.

But I was even more frightened, mother and uncle got up in their seats as they realized what had happened. We could smell Mino's scent. "A mortal scent!" queen Marayca exclaimed as released her fangs. "A mortal! That man is a mortal!" queen Elena yelled swiftly, and I saw how they looked like maniacs, thrusting out their fangs and sharp claws while their eyes were red. "Her mate is a mortal!" exclaimed King Zakarias. "Kill the mortal!" yelled King Arthur, and Calix appeared starting to be insane by his scent, his fangs protruding as though ready to devour the unconscious body in front of him.

However, he managed to immediately regain his senses and asked, “Are you okay?” Summer stretched out her hand to tuck the messy hair behind her ears. She felt guilty in her heart and replied, “I’m fine. Come, let’s head inside.” As she spoke, her hands landed on the wheelchair. Charlotte held a Vitagen in her hands while looking at her Mommy’s lips. She spoke with a naïve voice, “Mommy, did you get bitten on your lips?” Upon hearing this, Summer’s body stiffened and turned towards Dean instinctively. But Dean did not seem to care about it. He reached out to pick up Charlotte into his arms and asked, “Did you miss Uncle Dean these few days?”

After I baked him a cake like some kind of unhinged P*******t housewife. My shoulder aches, a dull, warm throb just below my collarbone, and when I twist to look at it in the mirror across the room, there’s a mark there—not quite a bruise, not quite a hickey, dark and strange at the edges. Great. Add “walking around with a hickey the size of a fist” to today’s list of problems. The bathroom door opens and Damien steps out, hair damp, sweatpants low on his hips, and every ounce of my composure leaves the building.

Well, this just got a little friskier than intended! She pulls her mouth from mine and gasps for air as I kiss her face and neck. She moans as I head back up to her mouth again. We lock lips again, and when I pull away, she pulls my bottom lip into her mouth and bites down on it gently, causing me to return the moan this time. She lets go and I peck her as the bedroom door opens! “Whoa, whoa, whoa”, Charlene cries out. “I know I told you to bone him Amory, but lock the fucking door”, she says as she runs back out of the room.