Faith Buffy Novels & Stories

Just this silence, a silence that gnawed at us, thick and suffocating. Teon and Knox paced the room like caged animals, worry lines etched deep into their faces. I observed these creatures, trying to distract my mind from the obvious. They were diminutive, horned and for some unknown reason, unclad. Their state of undress would have been of great interest to me, but for the situation we were in. My mind, once again, wanders to Cathy. My best friend who had chosen to sacrifice herself for me. This thought melts my heart and even though I do not believe in a God, I pray to Him that He brings her back safe. Her and her child.

I hear the last whimper escape his mouth. This is the third reason I’m the best worker of Logan. I’m his bullying partner. Logan and I catch Fatty just in time in our arms and I rotate the knob of the mill to zero. We place Forman on a chair and I look at his helpless and fainted body. Logan hands me his water bottle. “Your daddy will be proud of you today.” I hear Logan snicker once again beside me as I pour the ice-cold water over Fatty and he wakes up with a jolt into his worst nightmare.

It was everywhere, marking me, claiming me. When Brammon finally pulled away, spent and satisfied, I went limp—utterly boneless. Fenric caught me, his arms strong around my waist, holding me up as I gasped for air, as I coughed and sputtered, trying to process the sheer volume of what had just happened. Brammon tucked himself back into his trousers with lazy, sated movements. He looked down at me, at the mess he'd made, and smirked. "I suppose you've never had minotaur's milk before?"

No one outside my pack should be able to receive a link from me unless we’re connected, and there’s only one kind of bond strong enough to cross those lines. The mate bond. “I’ll heal it,” she says, already reaching for her hair. “Just sit still.” “You don’t have to—” “I want to.” I fall silent and let her take care of me. As she braids strands of hair around my arm, she whispers, “You fought for me.” “I’d do it again,” I say. She meets my eyes for a heartbeat, and in hers, I see something new. Trust. Her hair heals my wound, and for a moment, as her fingers brush my skin, I don’t feel like an Alpha carrying a stranger to safety. I feel like a man sitting beside the one the Moon Goddess chos

“BRING BARBIE OUT FIRST!! !” The man hissed in pain. And then— BANG! A gunshot tore through the greenhouse. Matthew’s heart slammed violently against his ribs. “What the fuck?!” He hadn’t even finished dealing with this disaster and now there was another problem emerging What kind of bullshit is this now?

It seemed I would be officially meeting this King Killian after all. As we drew near the entrance of the east wing, the hallway was illuminated by a bright glass mural of all colors. I gaped at the intricate details of the story it displayed of the goddess blessing the wolves and them transforming into the Lycan form. The way the artist depicted the beast was beautiful and nowhere near as terrifying as they were in real life.

I watched helplessly as the figure moved closer to me—Ria’s older sister, BB. Everyone called her by her initials, short for Belinda Baker. While there were certain physical differences between the two of them, such as Ria having been much taller and more fit, and BB choosing to straighten her hair while Ria had always embraced her lion’s mane of curls, their faces were very similar. Looking at BB now, I was forced to confront a ghost that, to this day, haunted me almost every waking moment, and the sleeping ones as well. I nodded at BB, not sure I could trust myself to speak without breaking apart, a stabbing pain in my chest, certain my lungs might collapse.

But as we placed our orders and waited for the food to arrive. "So, I said we can be friends, but the offer is still up," she said, smirking mischievously. I was confused. "What offer?" I asked. "We can be fuck buddies. Friends with benefits," she clarified, her tone seductive. I was taken aback. "But you have a boyfriend?" I protested. "He's so far away. I need to fulfill my needs," she purred. "I'm not interested," I said firmly. She shrugged, undeterred.

It took me back, the feeling, to when I’d come back after a long day of playing at the city park to find that my father had been shot through the head twice, pieces of his brain matter dropping from the low ceiling of the shed and his finger still tightly coiled over the trigger as bullet cases glinted in the low light. Silver bullet cases. “Are you saying the Council Order of Elders of the mountain city has something to do with this?” I managed to grumble out through the lump that had filled the lengthy expanse of my throat. “All I knows Mr. Bayes, tis that something’s not right Lycan. We know the Hybrids can shape-shift, you've got to perform a christening once we reach the mountain city.”

My first strike ignited sparks that erupted from its body, but it only laughed mockingly. “Your courage is admirable, tribrid. But your strength will not be enough to withstand me. I am immortal!” The buffalo demon made a hand gesture as if summoning its power. From behind its body came a wave of fire that resembled the ocean and slammed into my body like a wave of lava. The flames pierced me to the bone, and my healing fairy power quickly healed me from within. “You're not the only immortal.” This was the moment I dominated the fight. My attack cut through the balance core in the buffalo's horn, which symbolized its power. The creature lost its balance and fell to the ground. He groaned in