Feels Like We Had Matching Wounds Novels & Stories

"But it looks like you look worried right now." "Oh yes? Seems like it's just your feelings!” Where there is desire, there will be fire. Where there is fire, one will surely burn. But, only because it burned. It doesn't mean you will die, in the end, you have to keep getting back up. After this night is over, everything will be fine again. There will be no more tears, no more pain. It's okay, after all, it's all been lost since eight years ago. *** March 20, 2014, Indonesia.

The ground around us was scuffed and torn, proof of what we’d worked through the only way we knew how. Bloodied. Honest. And finally, together again.

I was confused, and I don’t know what to think anymore. I was feeling every little pain she was feeling. It’s shocking because we have only just met, and have not bonded with each other. The pain I was feeling was a lot. My stomach feels like it was ripped open, and my hands burned as if someone had thrown hot boiling water on them. I briefly recalled Miracle’s hands were wrapped, and she also had a wound from her sister’s attack. She even hurt herself to prove her truth. I don’t think her wounds were healed properly, and I think she got another injury from her altercation with the rogues.

The pain pulsed once… twice… then eased slightly, leaving behind a dull throb that felt achingly familiar. Somewhere down the hall, Damien was hurting too. That realization terrified me. I pressed my forehead against Mira’s shoulder, forcing myself to breathe slowly. “Why does it feel like this?” I whispered. “Why does his pain feel like mine?” Mira didn’t answer right away. “I don’t know,” she admitted softly. “But whatever it is, it’s bigger than either of you.” I nodded weakly. Minutes passed before my breathing finally steadied. The tears slowed, leaving me exhausted and hollow. Mira helped me onto the bed, sitting beside me as I wiped my face with trembling hands.

Blood dripped from the wounds, pooling on the floor beneath me. But it wasn’t just the blood that made my stomach turn—it was the way they looked. The pattern, the way the cuts seemed to overlap, as if someone had done this before. Someone had done this before.

Every tackle crackled like a grudge and every yard felt like grinding my teeth against bone. We won. Of course we did. I had made damn sure of it, but victory didn’t settle anything… not the burn in my chest and not the itch under my skin. This is far from over.

He looked really surprised. Jayden now turned his entire body to me and he fixed me. His eyes met mine and I saw that he was overwhelmed and didn't know what to do, but so did I. A fat wound opened up in me that had only recently healed, at least that's how it seemed to me. It now felt like an open wound that was still being pushed in, which hurt even more than before.

"I don't know." His blase answers should have annoyed me, but at times he was a man of little words, yet just enough to say what needed to be said. He was swimmin in confusion too. He was hurting too, I had seen as much the night we read the treaty. We were two broken organisms circling each other, keeping the predators at bay. We were feeding off of the good in one another, nurturing what was hurting and encouraging the strength to return. We knew it was impossible to separate, it would be like losing a limb. We also knew the reality of our numbered days. "We should call it, I should move out, I should leave, we should save ourselves the pain," I said sadly.

The sight of them, carefree and joyful, is a poignant reminder of what we are fighting for. Our moment of tranquility is suddenly interrupted by a sudden groan that escapes my mouth. It feels as if my mate's touch has ignited a fire within me. Not desire, but unusual pain. I remember this kind of pain. It is quite similar to the pain I experienced when I had my first shift.

How could he reject me like this? The pain that followed after Lincoln's mate-rejection was unlike anything I've ever felt before. It was a deep, excruciating pain that felt like my soul was being ripped apart. The mate bond that connected us was being snapped, and it was agonizing. The pain was like a thousand knives stabbing me all at once, and I couldn't even scream. I felt like I was drowning, suffocating under an immense weight that was crushing me from all sides. My head was spinning, and my vision was blurred as tears streamed down my face.