Dark Urge Kill Isobel Novels & Stories

She had to ignore it, though. They went tearing through the house, headed for the bedroom where the skylight was. A few servants went scurrying, hiding and screaming. They found the bedroom quickly enough. Standing beneath it, Cassidy said, “I’m going to have to kill the IAC shield to make sure this doesn’t go badly.” “All right,” Jo said. Cassidy closed her eyes and held up both of her hands, concentrating on the skylight.

Tears welled in her eyes, like the two of them were watching the same movie without allowing us to see it. “Stop it, Izobel,” she whispered, wiping her tears as they rolled in her cheeks. “Stop torturing yourself. Tell him the truth. He has the right to know.” “The truth what?” I laughed at them as I shook my head. They’re all making me crazy as if we were all in a fill-in-the-blank game show. “You know what, Izobel, this wasn’t entertaining anymore, so you’d better tell me.” Izobel spoke very low. “You’re the son of Alpha Jared Irvin of the Lightning Shadow pack, mated to Celeste, a female dhampir,” she swallowed hard and pinned her eyes on me. “Celeste, the dhampir sent to kill us.”

He is riding on a dark shinny horse he named as Hugo. I watched him as he went down, I choose not to look at how he will be going to redeem Harold. I’ve seen him redeem lives before and it always pity me to see human dying. But well, all should die. I wonder why they never let Harold see her sister, for many years they created a lot of obstruction. Those are the question I am curious with, but was afraid to ask because I can’t afford to lose my power again.

She'd killed Eve Thorne. Or close enough. The compound had no antidote. The only relief was sex. And Eve was unconscious. Which meant her body would suffer through hours of agony with no way to alleviate it. All because Isabella had been so obsessed with Dimitri that she'd drugged his drink. A drink he'd given to Eve. "I didn't mean to," Isabella whispered. "I didn't mean to hurt her." "That won't matter to Dimitri." Catarina gripped her arm. "When he finds out it was you...and he will find out...he's going to kill you. Slowly. Painfully. And no one will stop him."

“Tomorrow’s frat party is our chance. The place will be packed—hundreds of students, too drunk to notice anything. We kill her there, make it look like a werewolf attack. Claw marks, blood, the works. No one will care enough to dig deeper. She’s hated, Vanessa. No one will fight for her.” Her eyes gleamed, her voice eager. “And Sebastian?” she asked, her hands fidgeting, her gaze intense. “He’s glued to her side. He called her his mate, Caleb. He’ll kill us if he suspects anything.” I leaned closer, my voice dropping, my eyes glinting with intent. “That’s where you come in,” I said, my heart racing with the thrill of the plan. “Silver and wolfsbane. You get close to him, distract him, slip i

Karl’s men are behind him along with his own. “Who killed my daughter, Averill?” She asked, whispering. Her voice is almost unrecognizable as it sounded so dry. “Tell me, it was you, right? Or was it Noah? Who… Who killed my daughter?” She cried, helplessly asking Averill for her answer. “Kyle.” “What?” “You asked me… You asked me who killed Yana. It was Kyle Jackson, your boyfriend.” Isabella lost her grip on the woman. The gun dropped from her hand as she fell slumped on the floor. Kyle Jackson. Kyle Jackson killed her daughter.

She knew Elara wasn't waking up “Someone did this,” Isabella cried, “Lucas, someone did this.” “Arg!” A scream tore through the room and Isabella raised her head to find yesterday's maid. “No. Miss Elara! Boss!” The maid shook Elara's dead body before her eyes turned venomous. “You…” she gasped and turned to Isabella, “you did this! You did this. You killed her. You murdered her! You murderer!” Isabella's mouth went agape, her eyes wide open in horror. “What…”

“Yes. The union disrupted the balance. So they cast her out… and erased her existence from the coven. They believed she brought shame to them by crossing into a forbidden clan.” Something uneasy settled over me. Isobel Meldith Valambrosa. For some reason, I couldn’t shake the old woman’s words. Maybe she did see a body. Maybe Isobel really died. And whatever came back…Wasn’t her. My fingers curled slowly against the desk. I pushed off my chair and sat on the edge of the desk, fingers interlocked as my thoughts spun in different directions, until they all narrowed into one. The nightwalker. There's a possibility that there was a connection between Isobel and the nightwalker.

As she ran down the hall, she realized that she had been a fool to think she could ever truly have him. Vlad Darkclaw was not a man to be owned, and in her desperation, she had awakened a part of him that even he couldn’t control. And as the echo of his cold command followed her down the corridor, Isabella knew one thing for certain—she would never cross him again. ******************

She didn’t think there was any other thing he was going to say and she was sure he would be back with Amanda by now, he never really wanted to leave her. Her phone rang bringing her out from her thoughts. She didn’t recognize the number so she decided to pick up. She put it on speaker and spoke. “It’s Draven,” As she heard that, she took a deep breath. She could not believe Draven was speaking to her. “Don’t hang up.” When Isobel heard that she knew they were onto her. Oh God, she was going to die. They were going to catch her and kill her. She didn’t hear anything he said after that as her mind raced. All she heard was him saying something about her coming to the house. There was no way she