Fierce Reads นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She let out a howl of pain as he drew blood. Fierce dared to pounce on her back and grabbed the back of her neck with his teeth. But before he could snatch off the thick hide, the Firewolf intensified her heat. Fierce whimpered and let go, his snout terribly burnt. The smell of singed fur filled the air as he fell to the ground. Fervour's eyes blazed blue and lit up the floor where he stood. He wasn't fighting. He just stood watching the fight between the other wolves and the Firewolf.

And as Fiona dragged herself from the pit, eyes blazing with something neither human nor wolf, the ground beneath us all shuddered. She looked at me. Not fragile, not trembling But fierce, power. Kael hissed, his voice breaking. “Impossible.” Her lips curved In a fake smile and the light exploded immediately.

Shame and anger swallowed Thomas’s reason instantly. Then, he suddenly saw me stepping off the team bus. He froze, his chaotic eyes erupting with pure hatred, as if all misfortune had finally found a face. “Jane? It’s you… You’re watching me, laughing, right?!” He shoved the man aside and drew a rusty spring knife from his pocket, flicking out the blade. Dragging his broken legs, he charged at me in a twisted, insane rush. “I’ll kill you!” The team and security reacted immediately, easily subduing the frail, desperate man.

She took a small step closer. He blinked several times and tightened his arms embracing her. She felt his heartbeat rang loudly against her chest. She felt his strong emotions, fear of losing her. " I'm fine. " She whispered in his ear. " I didn't mean to scare you. But, do not you dare to think to leave me ever, Cara Mia. " She couldn't understand his words but she was certainly relieved to hear him. " I really need to read the book to understand all this, to you. " She gazed at him, pulling her head back.

The dagger's blade gleams again, the glow of the moon washes against it and I raise the dagger above my head and slice it through the thick frigid air targeting my mark. Cirok's scream fills my ears and I feel justified. The unknown emotion now has a name: anger, fury, rage, wrath. Ire. His face is painfully twisted with pain and he raises a bloody hand; the dagger has sunk into the flesh of his palm and thick red blood runs down his hand.

Confusing Jerk! He looks like a different scary beast ready to tear me into pieces. He is already doing so with his vicious glare. A beast I have never seen racks before me, his eyes piercing through my mind in a deadly glare. A beast that would scare the fuck out of the devil himself. He is furiously raging, not with desire, but anger? Resentment? Why?

I can no longer control my response even though I know it's wrong. This time, the white light is a combustion of energy that ignites the room. The heat is everywhere. I scream in pain - the burn so intense my flesh seems to melt. Tyboll's roar is no less painful. He falls against my back and holds me to his burning flesh as his shouts continue. We are dying. The Goddess is punishing us.

The man's voice was low and hoarse. "Get off..." Her hand pushed against his chest, the palm of her hand was damp, wet with his sweat, and the sound of his heartbeat transmitted through her palm, shaking every cell in her body, making Fiona Forger feel hot. "Why get off?" Why would he willingly get off? This person is really... extremely despicable! Talking to her while his hand movements never stopped... Fiona Forger was furious and directly bit into the firm and muscular arm... When encountering stubborn prey, the instinct to conquer immediately awakens any man. Damian Desmond was no exception, especially after being bitten by her; his violent nature immediately surged...

“I don’t.” Facing Tiger’s excitement, Fia was extremely cold.

she hissed, wanting to throw her mobile phone. Seigfred on one hand was naughtily smiling. “Atty. Yhera, you may get pissed-off, angry or whatsoever, but a man like me would never easily back-down.” he murmured looking at his latest, top of the line Apple phone.