Hold Me Closer Necromancer Novels & Stories

Inside was a girl with dirty clothes lying there. Ivan's eyes turned cold, he reached out and squeezed Jennifer's throat. Jennifer was breathing fast, why was this man so cold, his hand was like a scythe of death that was close to her neck, could squeeze her to death at any time. "Please forgive me," Jennifer whispered, feeling her strength disappear, her throat aching. Is she about to die, why is her body getting weaker and weaker? Ivan squeezed his hand tighter, making Jennifer's already white face look terrifyingly white.

What was more urgent than stopping the pain was how I was going to stay alive. The stench of blood on my body was so strong that it would attract the Rogues easily. I had to get out of this place fast and find a cave or a water pool, at least. I gritted my teeth and climbed forward, leaving crimson bloodstains along the way. Despair overwhelmed my heart. The Rogues would definitely be attracted as long as there was blood. A wolf howl was suddenly heard from the distance, as if trying to prove my thoughts. That howl sent shivers down my spine.

He's scorching me, and I want to be burnt alive. Breaking the kiss, he looks at me with wanton lust, his lips bruised looking. "Arms up." Like he's cast a spell over me, I comply with his order and he whips my shirt off me to reveal a push-up black lace bra. Like a man on a mission, he unhooks the back and does away with the flimsy thing. I am bared to him. He gazes up at me, and I know we're going to be here a while.

"I am prepared to do whatever it takes to gain strength and seize control." The Healer's eyes bore into hers, as if searching her soul for truth. The remaining part of his face was covered in black. "Very well. Embrace the darkness, and the power shall be yours." With those words, the Black Healer began an intricate ritual, chanting ancient incantations that reverberated through the clearing. The air crackled with energy as the dark forces responded to his summons. Audrey felt a surge of power coursing through her veins, empowering her with abilities beyond her wildest dreams.

The moment they opened the rickety gate, we attacked from the front while Uncle Marcus and dad attacked from the back. I never believed that the old dilapidated palace could house so many people. They swarmed us like bees but they were no match for trained elite soldiers and Alpha wolves. I shifted at a point so that I could keep an eye on the old witch as I tore into her minions one after the other. I mind linked Uncle Marcus and dad to keep an eye on her so that she can't escape to hurt Raven while we are busy fighting. I felt Roy suddenly and I knew he was near. He must have run all the way like we did.

“Hilda, like I told you—there’s only one way to stop the council and the elders. If my father can’t negotiate with them… he has to kill them all.” Hilda’s eyes widened in shock. “That’s suicide!” “I know,” Aron muttered, his grip tightening on the wheel. His knuckles turned white. “There’s a chip implanted in Arthur’s body,” he revealed grimly. “If he betrays them, it will poison his body. Just like what happened to the former padrino—and your father.” The words hit Hilda like a blow. Her face went pale. Nari called his name, but Khan and Nari both fell silent, stunned that Aron had said such a thing in front of Hilda so bluntly.

The tips of my ears were bright red. He caressed my thighs, his hands wandering in between, before he crouched low in front of me. When he looked up with those beautiful eyes, hunger burning in them, I gave in without a word. He pried my legs apart with his hands, opening me up to him. His fingers lightly touched the bud between my legs, causing me to shudder. “Oh, Lord Vane…” A small whimper escaped my lips. He stopped and looked up at me. “I would like you to call me Cedric, not Lord Vane.” He paused, a smirk curling his lips. “Unless I ask you to roleplay with me.”

He was standing in the middle of my living room, hands in his pockets, jaw tight in that controlled way I was starting to recognize too easily. “He stood too close,” I said. “Touched my hand. Said something about meaning it personally.” I exhaled. “Nothing I can point to. Nothing that would sound like anything if I said it out loud.” Nate didn’t respond immediately. He just looked at me. “But it felt like something,” he said quietly. “Yes.” His jaw tightened further. He crossed the room slowly and stopped in front of me. Not touching. Just close. “You don’t have to manage it alone,” he said.

"You and Clara are a perfect match. I'm truly happy for you." Rocco let out a low chuckle. He didn't pull back. Instead, he moved closer, his warm breath fanning across my ear. His hand slid down from my cheek, stopping at the nape of my neck. He knew my body intimately, knew that was one of my most sensitive spots. His fingertips drew slow circles, his voice low and husky. "Is that so?" "But Harper, if I recall correctly, when I was teaching you how to hold a gun, your heart was pounding louder than the gunshots."

I stated and walked towards the Necro. It charged at me again, baring its teeth and spreading its arms and claws. I let it bite into my skin again but this time, I grabbed it in a tight hug and held it close to me. Increasing the grip on its body as it clawed, bit and trashed against me. Its skin opened up and released a puff of black smoke. It choked me as the stench of rotting flesh assailed my nose and lungs. I admired how devious it was. “You are not my downfall, friend,” I whispered into its ears and unleashed my powers on its.