Embrace The Jaws Of Death นิยาย & เรื่องราว

James sat in his grandmother's cozy living room, listening intently as she read him the stories of Eli, the vampire who had faced insurmountable odds and emerged victorious through sheer determination and the power of love. James had always loved hearing these stories, but today they held a special meaning for him.

"Caress your skin, and kiss your breasts." "They are for my kids." "And me. You'll love my lips on them. You'll love my hands on you. Then, I'll kiss you between your legs. I'll send my tongue inside you, and make you easy for me to penetrate. I want to fill you up. And I want to ride myself with your warmth and kiss you so hard till I explode." "You mean to die?" "No. Climax. The ultimate peak of pleasure." "You know how to take me there?"

There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde. "What gives that bitch the right to be your wife? She even got one of your kidneys," Carmen snarled as she caressed the two jars. "That's why I took it out. I'm returning it to you now. What I can't have, I won't let anyone else have either. My godfather will be here soon. He'll kill all of you to avenge my father!" There was a glimmer of love in Evan's eyes as he stared at my head in the jar. He reached into his pocket and gripped the scalpel inside tightly.

It was a kiss that spoke of all the things we had been too afraid to admit. When we pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, and I could feel his breath on my skin. He held me close, his arms wrapping around me as though he was afraid to let go. And in that embrace, I knew that whatever happened next, whatever obstacles we would face in this broken world, we wouldn’t face them alone.

Please tell me you did not murder any of Darius's pack members because you will not survive. Jade springs to his feet and strides towards me. He never takes his gaze away. Even though I know he's not going to hurt me, the intensity in his gray-eyed look causes me to hesitate. I collide with the doorframe, and Jade appears, seizing my forearms and pushing me towards him. He doesn't appear to be moving, yet I'm immediately held in his arms. "They die," he adds, his voice low and wolfish, "every single fucking one of them dies." First and foremost, breakfast."

[The Descent] The gravity didn't just fail; it betrayed us, turning the world into a spinning kaleidoscope of fire and falling glass. As the Sovereign flagship’s spine snapped, the Atlantic Ocean rose up like a hungry, black mouth to swallow the sun. I reached for Dante through the blinding smoke, my fingers finding only the cold, jagged edge of the abyss before his obsidian hand clamped around my wrist with a force that promised to never let go, even in death.

I crept even closer as my grip on the knife's hilt tightened. The man seemed lost. "She… Where is she…" Just as I was in range, he suddenly flew into a rage, roaring loudly. "She's dead! She's dead! You have to die too! I want you dead!" His sudden outburst caught me off guard. He lunged at me and wrapped his hands around my neck. I staggered, barely dodging a fatal grip. He wouldn’t be able to snap my neck in an instant, but he was so strong that I couldn't break free.

The choice now belonged solely to them. Isabelle raised the locket to the light. Its silver sheen caught the morning sun, revealing a concealed inscription on the reverse: “Not blood alone, but heart shall forge the ember that never dies.” Her hand faltered. “It isn’t about lineage,” she said. “It’s about what we kindle in each other. We can honor our ancestors by forging a new covenant—one built on mutual trust and love, not ancient edicts.”

we are all pawns in his game. He met my gaze, and his lips curled up in a cold, humourless smile, but his eyes.... his eyes lit up with something else. Something that was deathly close to the thin line between pure hatred and unfiltered desire.

Ashborn crucified in mirrors. Sirelia smiling with no mouth. And the God Below whispering, “Reflection is the first betrayal.” She stumbles back. The vision fades. But her palm still smokes. Later that night, Emberhold holds silence. Not mourning. Listening. Because something in the fire has changed. And not all the dead are resting. Not anymore.