Feathers So Vicious Book 2 Novels & Stories

What the hell is happening here? “What the fuck?” I say. Is this some kind of prank that Victor’s decided to pull? He should know that we are not in high school anymore, and this kind of behaviour is nothing but stupid. I don’t understand what this means, but I know it’s nothing good. I don’t know what to do. Should I touch the book? Should I even go near it? What if something bad happens to me if I do touch the book? The book finally stops moving, and it stays on one page. There’s an image in the book. I look hard at what’s being portrayed, and it’s the image of a beast with large horns.

“I officially hate him.” I looked down at the book in my hands, my fingers tracing the worn leather cover as I stared at the silver wolf carved into the center. Beneath it were three faded golden words that seemed almost too fitting for the place I was in. Blood. Beasts. Bonds. I swallowed and carried the book over to the nearest table, where Rigina dropped into a chair with a tired groan before pulling the book toward her. “Let’s get this over with before that idiot comes back and finds another reason to insult you.”

Tribal sounds mixed with heavy breathing, whispers in languages she didn't understand. Then, the touch. A feather. Soft. It glided along her back, over the curve of her hips, down her thigh. Zoey sighed, her body arching involuntarily. It was unbearable how much it aroused her—more than any direct contact ever had. Victor alternated textures. After the feather came something cold—perhaps metal, a light chain, which he trailed over her skin with care, drawing circles around her nipples, between her shoulders, along the sides of her belly.

But he didn't like being hit and let muscle memory take over and within two seconds he was holding the hysterical woman with her hands twisted behind her back with his left hand and his right hand holding her head facing away from him so that she couldn't bite his hand off, she looked like a biter from the way she was baring her teeth; he swore he felt the muscles in his forearm spasm for a second after he saw the sharp white teeth. They say all good things come in threes, in Yoshiki's case, it was all bad things come in threes, while the immobilized her hand he forgot all about her legs, and that is why he ended in the miserable position on the floor, the little bitch kicked her leg back an

Zephyr was ecstatic,and hoped to see more Earth-shattering action. The Feather Forest was a dark and empty place, often smelled of blood and rot, a terrible place to be in. A rustling sound forced its way through the Forest, a silhouette akin to faded lightning barreled through the trees, true energy encompassed the figure, and decimated the trees before him. “You little runt, show yourself!” the man called out, voice full of anger. He had nothing but bloodlust within him and thought nothing good. He was the other hunter that was pursuing Zephyr.

My feet moved before I could comprehend whatever that was going in me, moving to the dinning area that was almost empty. I looked outside through the full sized glass windows, only to see Mr. Victor helping his betrothed in his black car. As if feeling my gaze on him, he looked up and met my eyes. My heart stopped as a coil of fear twined around my heart, he shot me one last glare. I wanted to run away and never look back.... but my feet were glued to the ground. His jaw clenched as he shot me one last look before letting himself in the car. Who pissed in his cereal?

Feather is coming out, protecting her human and pup from the faerie threats. "Be nice, Selene. We will leave you out here for your family to find once we take your boy." Feather snarls at the Elders, but they are not scared. The wolf wraps her fangs around the closest Elder, tearing his leg apart. Selene had shifted into her wolf without realizing it. Feather is wild with anger. She pulls the power from their body, letting it consume and give her adrenaline to fight.

Before I can catch my breath, my wings burst out and tear away from my skin. Selene ripped these feathers from me once. I fought to grow them back. And now Audra wants them gone, too. Gideon catches me as the first white feather falls between us. “Get the heat-inducer,” Vaughn snarls, bursting through the doors. He sniffs the wine content.“Hmmm!, Mother's formula.” Kieran goes wild, eyes blazing with fire, movement raw and untamed. His claws pierce through Audra's throat. “Antidote. Now.”

Liviana snarled, her jaw snapping back into place with a sickening crack. She drove both her hands into his chest, her talons sinking deep toward his heart. The pain was agonizing. The bond-fever flared, a searing heat rushing to defend his vitals. Lachlan grabbed both of her wrists. He didn't try to pull them out. Instead, he leaned all of his immense, crushing weight forward, pinning her arms against her own chest. He drove his knee squarely into her thigh, feeling the femur snap under the pressure.

FIND OUT IN THE BOOK 2" THE END?... TO BE CONTINUED! ___&&____ Insights from Book 2 Title: Tinted to the Sniper's Dons Daisy Vipers, the offspring of Lilith and Thierry Vipers, is a 22-year-old businesswoman in the city and a secret assassin known and feared in mob society. She has everything a good life could offer, but she lacks true love.