Romans & histoires His Dark Mercy By Amethyst Moonn

"Take me right here, right now." His hands gripped my hips, pulling me against him. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach, and I knew he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. I shifted my weight, grinding against him, and I heard his sharp intake of breath. "Emma," he growled, his voice a warning. "You're playing with fire." I smiled, a slow and seductive curve of my lips. "Then burn me, Damien," I said, my voice a breathy whisper. "Burn me until I'm nothing but ashes in your arms."

Tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes. Her hair lashed her cheeks. The circle of light above shrank. The rim of the cathedral became a thin ring. The moon floated in the center, pale and useless. Her heart hammered. Beats staggered. Weaker. Her hands grabbed at nothing. There was only void. Why? Blood for the Moon. Power for the Pack. A stray girl for the altar. Knowing didn’t make it hurt less. The darkness below met her before she could think another word. Impact.

"And then the darkness evaporated, at first I thought I was standing in fire, but it wasn't... It was light, pure light, it was everywhere, I felt warm, and I knew I was safe, and you were safe, I could feel myself strengthening, and suddenly I could hear everything happening on your side, but I still couldn't speak directly to you... And then... And then she was there." "Who... Who was there?" Lena asked eagerly. "The Moon Goddess" "You saw her?" Lena asked in awe, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "I didn't just see her, I felt her.... She's nothing like the elders described when we learned of our gods, she's not some pretty thing who's soft and obsessed with true love. She is pow

It was no longer the whimpering, dying pup being tortured by Silver Dust. It was an elegant and powerful moon wolf, radiating a pure, silver light. "See?" Asher's wolf gently nuzzled mine, like two wolves sharing a tender moment in the moonlight. "She was never broken. Only dormant, waiting for the right moment to reawaken." I opened my eyes, tears welling up. "Thank you, Asher." "Don't thank me," he said gently. "This is the power you always had." With my strength returned, I began creating my psychic art again.

“Remember who you are, Lyra. You are not a lost lover searching for her mate. You are the chosen vessel of the Moon. You are strength. You are will. You are balance. When you call, the elements will answer.” Her words reverberated inside me, growing louder, stronger, until they felt like part of my heartbeat. “And when you find him, do not let mercy cloud your judgment. Damon’s darkness is not mortal, it is the residue of what you once feared most. Only your light can cleanse it.” The world began to spin again. The light dimmed, replaced by the faint smell of herbs and the warmth of blankets. My mother’s voice returned, faint but frantic. “She’s stirring! Fetch more water!”

It is definitely nothing like A Beautiful Secret, this book contains supernatural substance and I guarantee this book will keep you glued to it as you accompany our protagonist on her dark journey to find hope and peace, on her journey to find restoration of lost glories, of things stripped away from her. Oh! I'm so excited to begin this. I really hope you enjoy it. ✓Thank you all very much. Without further ado, I give you Bound By The Erstwhile Chains. Enjoy!... LARAMIE...

"It won't just shine on anything." He was wrong. The moon separated entirely from the mountains. At the same time, they saw a beam of purest silver shot out to strike the golden lockets. They could hear the chanting from the princess, and there was a flash like summer lightning. Cassandra and Ruslan nearly fell backward. They were all blinded. When they could see again through the dazzling after-image, the amulets were topped with a ghostly flame, translucent and radiant as the moonlight itself, rising twelve feet into the air.

“Would either of you mind telling me where I am?” “Dark Moon pack territory, in Mercius.” Lucas answered. “Mercius? I’ve never heard of it. How far away from Zodia are we?” “Zodia?” Selene snorted. “Lucas, I think he’s knocked the sense out of himself or something, nothing he says makes any sense.” I was beginning to become irritated at the lack of useful information from the pair. The more my irritation rose, the worse the itching in my gums became. I was curious about the girl that was my mate, but more then anything I wanted to find the way home.

I SHALL FIND THE ONE; THE MIGHTY ONE TO HAUNT. LOVE ME FOREVER; KILL ME IF YOU MUST! I HAVE SUMMONED YOU, YOUR BLOOD FILLS THE CUP OF MY HEART JUST TO POISON MY MOON. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, I SHALL SEE IT ALL! ••• {I CRAVE YOUR TASTE!} A tall, mysterious shadow stalked quietly behind Amethyst's agitated figure. Her eyes were coldly bloodshot— a moon had passed and yet she could not plot her next move on Wendell.

And he doesn’t even have a television in his house, last I saw. The hours pass agonizingly slow. My phone is no use, though Tristan sends a few messages through to try and alleviate both of our boredom. Not that it worked. Eventually, I fall asleep, dreaming of all the ways I could get back at Ezra for locking me in here. When I finally wake again, moonlight streams through my window. I’ve watched the white glow slowly grow each night, creeping toward the full moon like a snail. And each time I wonder what would happen once the full moon finally rises. I didn’t know much about the Wyres other than what my parents and tutors had told me. But who even knew if that was true? Yet Dominic had let