Feathers So Vicious Book 2 Novels & Stories

There are a lot of them too. His gaze singled out a red body, darting between the trunks. Muscles clenched into tension threw him elastically after the fleeing doe. Vik fell on the defenseless animal with one jump, crushed under him, fangs sank into the quivering flesh and tore the skin with a sharp movement. He bared his teeth, growled furiously, the hot blood of the victim poured into his mouth, as if reviving the life that had already disappeared. He drank this blood for a long time, the doe was still alive when he quenched his thirst. He heard the beating of her heart fade away, felt the body tremble for the last time in agony and it seemed to him that he was dying with her once again. I

He didn't just attack; he tackled me from behind, pulling me out of the way just as Valerius unleashed a burst of black lightning that would have vaporized my heart. We tumbled together across the floor, landing in a heap of tangled limbs and heavy breathing. Félix’s chest was heaving, a trickle of blood running down his temple, but his eyes were blazing with a dark, vengeful joy. "You okay, Little Bird?" he gasped, his hand finding mine even in the middle of the apocalypse. "Better now," I said, leaning into him for a split second.

Just mentally… disturbed. “I have to get going now,” Wade said and before Max said anything else, Wade on his way, strutting like a horse and shaking his head so furiously Max feared it'll fall off. When Wade was gone, he looked around him. His bags were intact. Good. “Odd,” he whispered to himself as he reached to the ground and slung his bag over his shoulder. As he walked to the hostels which had become a little less misty than they were before, he felt angry.

Her short nails clawing his wrist like a vicious tigress. "She is a wild cat. Help me, fucker." The shorter one snarled near her ear. Tears cascading down as if someone had switch on the button of her misery. The fat one came down hastily and attempted to grab her lower limbs when she kicked his jaw and the man stumbled back few steps and land straight on his butt.

Dick and all. Wait wha... Xavier! Can you not think dirty thoughts during a literal war? A blur of black launched across the courtyard, crushing the first BloodRose warrior beneath immense paws. A scream erupted, cut off brutally as Aaron's jaws clamped around throats and limbs, tearing, shredding. I could barely look, stomach twisting violently at the spray of blood, the snap of bone. And yet... I didn't recoil. My wolf surged, coiling tighter, alive, needing, wanting to tear into the fight itself right by Aaron's side.

Weapons racks line the concrete walls, heavy with custom silver daggers, war-axes, and military-grade assault rifles. A tall, broad-shouldered wolf with scarred skin and grey-streaked fur descends the iron catwalk above us. Maestro Vance holds a heavy silver broadsword in his right hand, his scent smelling heavily of gunpowder, blood, and burnt cedar. “I saw your transport pull up from the security feeds,” Vance grunts, his piercing grey eyes locking onto me as he steps onto the concrete floor. “You’ve grown broader since you survived the Whitmore slaughter, Chika.”

I answered, holding her until the silver mark on her wrist flared again. Ashina’s voice cut through the courtyard before my sister could answer. “If you want the first book, Daciana, then follow me before Father takes the child and closes every door.” Every wolf went still. Adolphus’s blood smoke recoiled slightly, and that told me more than any promise Ashina could have made. The first Blood Feather book mattered. Maybe it mattered enough to make fear honest. (Ashina POV) I ran through Blackfang’s lower passage with Daciana behind me, and every step felt like walking deeper into the mouth of my own grave.

Pain explodes in my skull, radiating across my head and eyes. Damn, I could be seeing stars. I shake my head barely in time to see him swing a punch at me. Staggering to the side, the metallic tang of blood coats my teeth and tongue. Fuck. Just fuck. Another punch—this time my blurry vision is clearing, but his hit lands, the force plummeting me to the ground. My heart lurches to my throat, beating fast. Fuck. This is gonna be bloody. "I just want to talk," he speaks for the first time, walking towards me slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.

I knew she wanted to say something, but I shook my head subtly. I don’t need defending. I’m not fragile. I’m not… broken. We walked past a group of men near the blacksmith's forge. I could hear the molten metal hissing and cracking in the air. One of them laughed, pointing his thumb in our direction. “Did you see how our Alpha went feral just to get that little thing? Ridiculous.” “What a waste of dominance,” another spat. “He should’ve claimed someone from our ranks. Someone strong. Not some Crescent reject.”

Chapter 41: A primal snarl tore from her throat, her eyes shifting into a fierce crimson glow. The atmosphere dropped, the air thick with a suffocating coldness. She lunged forward with an astonishing speed, a blur of brown. Her sharp dark nails struck, aiming for my chest, but I sidestepped. The crowd cheered, a mix of anticipation and excitement. With a loud roar, she successfully dug her claws into my shoulders, drawing blood, a stark contrast to my white fur. I groaned, slamming my body against hers, making her lose balance. We rolled across the ground, biting and clawing at each other.