Death's Mistress Series Novels & Stories

"I went to his place and asked him to free you." "I did not tell you to do that." "I want to free you from him." "No! Do not do that, Zachary. It is none of your business." Zachary pulled his hair in frustration. "No one deserves to be a slave, Terah." "I am not Death's slave!" she answered. His face darkened. "Then what are you?" "I-I'm his personal maid. An errand girl." "I can smell that you are lying. You are Death's assassin."

The mistress’s lips twitched once a humid wind started caressing her hair, the line of her vision becoming rather hazy as the sharp ends of the hand dig deeper to her flesh—to Z’s flesh. And then, just before the mistress could struggle again, a web of energy sprouted from Dark and bound her inch by inch. She cursed as her soul started separating from Z’s body. “What have you done?” shrieked the mistress as she looked down at her translucent skin, Z slipping down the web, down, down, down… until she landed right next to Dark… both of them rather unconscious…

That day changed her from the sweet and lovable girl she was to the girl am living with Well everybody deserted her but not me She's more than my boss she's my daughter And I'll do everything within my power to keep her safe and maybe help her find love But the only thing bothering is why would my mistress buy a male slave? We have so many maids in the mansion so what's the need to buy a male slave? It's kinda weird ! I exhaled deeply and covered my self with the duvet and drafted off to sleep Next morning..... I walked downstairs to prepare breakfast for my mistress,miss Tina and apparently the new slave

“Joseph… I will not divorce you. “If she’s going to be a mistress, she’ll always be a mistress. Her son will only ever be an illegitimate child, hidden from the world!” Then I smashed everything within reach. Tore apart every document on his desk. I unleashed all my fury in front of him. Through Joseph’s dark eyes, I saw myself as a demon clawing its way out of hell. “I’m telling you, this isn’t over! “Wherever she gives birth, I’ll make the whole hospital know she’s a mistress.

Whatever you've done to me, I'll do unto you a hundredfold! Callum appeared at the lounge just then. He'd obviously gotten word of the altercation and hurried over. As he watched us, he registered how devastated I looked, and his brows furrowed. "What are you up to this time, Ayla?" I whipped my head to fix him with a hard look. There was no warmth in my eyes, only an endless iciness and disgust. "Look at what your precious Beta did, Callum! Just look! She lured Mia to the abandoned mine, and Mia has been missing ever since! She also indirectly caused my mother's death!"

Celeste’s hand slid into his. “Seraphine knew,” Sera continued. “She always knew where to strike. She did not kill Marissa in battle. She engineered her death. Circumstances. Timing. A door that should have held.” A pause. A breath. “When Marissa died,” Sera said, “I waited for the Moon Goddess to return her to me through the passage of time and a new human body, but Marissa's ancient wolf.” Sienna squeezed her hand again. “She never did.”

"Stay there I'll get you some blood that I keep stored here. You need to regain your strength." "I prefer mine fresh," The Mistress snarled. Before Cade had a chance to give her a retort about how he was out of fresh blood, she was already leaping across the apartment. She landed on his back and knocked him to the floor. The Mistress wasted no time in driving her nails deep into the small of his back and curving them upward so that they were grazing his heart. Cade froze with fear. "You've failed me tonight and I had to give up a great prize. Pity," she cooed in his ear. "I had such high hopes for you as my sheriff once I'd taken over, que sera," The Mistress sank her fangs into Cade's neck

The first headline had her heart jumping into her throat. FAMOUS LAWYER AND HEIRESS FOUND DEAD IN HER ESTATE'S COTTAGE. DEATH RULED AS SUICIDE. "Suicide? Impossible" yet as she scrolled, more and more articles said the same thing. There were photos of Cameron and Celia dressed in black as people carried a large coffin behind them. Thalia clutched at her heart shaking her head from side to side "No, no, no. This is a lie. I'm not dead"

Her sweet voice cuts the air like a poisoned whisper, and once again, the contrast between her gentle tone and the situation I find myself in sends chills down my spine. My heart races, pounding with a fury bordering on despair. What does she want from me? “What are you going to do? I changed my mind, I’ll take the blame!” The anguish fills my voice, and I feel a coldness in my chest as I realize I am one step away from death. She stares at me, her gaze cold as ice, but there’s a gleam of cruel satisfaction in her eyes. “It’s too late for that.” The false lament in her voice only heightens my despair. “The Mistress is in a hurry. She wants you dead. I tried to help you, but you took too long

(Séraphine’s POV) Night came faster than I expected. I didn’t eat. Didn’t sleep. I just sat by the window, watching the moon rise above the trees — the same moon that once meant freedom. Now it only reminded me of the life I lost. Every now and then, I caught myself thinking about his offer. Two years as his mistress. Two years in this place, under his rules, under his eyes. It sounded like hell. But what if hell was exactly where I needed to be?