Novel & Cerita Embrace The Jaws Of Death

The gravity of my situation crushes down on me. "Apologize," Ember grits out, her fingers wrapping around my chin with a force that threatens to crush bone. The pressure intensifies, sending waves of pain radiating through my jaw. Despite the agony, I refuse to yield to her demand, my defiance burning bright within me like a flickering flame in the darkness.

Especially when I saw in my peripheral vision that Vren glanced at me while he driving. “We are going to check your gown. You are going to fit it out.” I nodded without looking at him. “I know. Mama told me that already.” We stayed silent for a minute. I stared outside the window while he’s driving the car. Then something came to my mind. I turned my head to see him. His right hand was holding the steering wheel while his left was playing his lips. My eyes scanned him. Dark eyes, pointed nose, red sexy lips. Though, his aura screams violence and with one look you’ll know how arrogant and rude he is, he seems perfect.

She gripped my arm, her fingers digging into the muscle like iron hooks. "Do you understand?" Yvara asked. I stared at her, my vision blurry with blood and tears. I looked at the knife at her hip and the massive warhorse watching us from the shadows. I thought of Irina’s cold eyes and Aldric’s iron pikes. I cursed in my mind, a long, silent scream of despair. Fuck... I'm going to die. "Yes," I whispered. "I understand." * * *

I am going to die. I barely avoid a snap near my eye, but my quick thinking spared me. The beast bites into the rope near my wrist instead, and with a sharp movement I am able to free an arm without losing my grip with my elbows on the animal's throat. I jab its eye blindly with my freed forearm. It tips and snarls, and I rake it's eyes again and dig my fingers into it's throat just under it's jaw as I squeeze. DIE! Die you bastard.

“Your bond is forbidden.” He took a step forward. “And I don’t give a damn.” The Alpha lowered to one knee— The earth trembled violently. Its gigantic face loomed inches from Alexander, who did not flinch. “If the vessel dies, the heart fractures. If the heart fractures, you die.” Alexander stiffened. Lena gasped softly. Elias froze. Jay screamed again, curling into a shuddering ball of light. Alexander swallowed hard. “So if Jay dies… Lena dies…

However, something tough like iron crushed me in its embrace instead of breaking my bones. An ear-shattering growl reverberated in the surrounding, “You have signed your death warrant tonight, Amara!”

To be in the embrace of the God of Sex and Death - lust, passion, asphyxiation, climax, pain, agony, passage, bliss, decay. All the sensations juxtapose in my withering mind. Water. I need it, desperately. Hot sweat wets my blindfold and flows down my face in a stream. Back and forth, I slide forcefully with the last of my strength. I'm about to collapse. The collar on my neck is stealing my breaths. I exhale groans and take in nothing. My mouth has emptied. Slow suffocation. The blood is restrained. The ultimate asphyxiation. I have completed the death posture.

he sneered, the stench of old liquor and chewed tobacco wafting off him like filth. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t move. A meaty hand grabbed my jaw, fingers gripping too tight. And that was his final mistake. In one breath, I exploded upward, jaws snapping like a viper unleashed. My teeth sank deep into the side of his neck, severing muscle, cartilage, and artery. Blood sprayed in hot, gushing arcs, coating my face, painting the walls. He choked, sputtered, eyes wide in disbelief. Death came fast. His body crumpled before his scream could fully form.

Maris' eyes twitched, followed by her fingers then whispers erupted around her. "She's moving." A faint voice muttered. It wasn't a familiar one. Slowly, Maris unlatched her eyes with an unclear vision. She turned her head and glanced around, her vision becoming better the harder she tried to look. Finally, she could get a clear image of the people around her. Suddenly, her breathing intensified as she saw three hyenas staring owlishly at her, their faces too close to her body.

But there’s no way in hell I’m leaving now. “Weighing in at 213 pounds, he’s 6’2 of a solid wall you don’t wanna fucking hit. He’s the very male your mama warned you about and all the scary shit that goes bump in the night, let’s hear it for the … MOTHER FUCKING REEEEEEEEVE of the Flying Death!!! Punch Dennnnnissooooooon,” the emcee shouts, as the crowd erupts again. Suddenly there’s a massive surge and everyone moves forward, as if they’re all trying to get a piece of him. Get close to him.