Huntress Piercing Wind Novels & Stories

With my feet marginally sideways and my knees slightly bent with my hands raised sufficiently with elbows down, I tucked my chin in a protective posture. A rumbling gust of wind whirled around us to hurl the dust of the coarse-grained sand into my eyes. My open palms shielded my face as the grittiness in my eyes blinded me. Wind. Her element was the wind. I deciphered that she must have been one of the voices that I had heard at Pyne Falls High School when the vortex appeared. Lowering my head, my eyes blinked furiously as the natural water in them tried to flush out the particles.

I yell out over the wind. I hear the glass shatter in the window and glass begins to twist around me in the wind. With my arms still tied to the chair, I am unable to shield my face from the dangerous wind that is flying around me. The glass cuts into my skin, leaving shallow cuts all over my body.

I nodded slowly; I took him over to his bike; I tossed him onto his bike; I raised my hand; my claws sparkled in the moonlight; I slowly dragged my claws across the metal gas tank of his bike. SCREEEEEEECH. The sound was agonizing; the paint peeled; the grooves cut deep into the steel of his bike. His bike fell down and the fuel started to leak. Henrique winced; he closed his eyes; he thought I was cutting through his skin. “Are you sure about that?” I asked; my hand raised high; my claws pointed at his chest. “I could make this last much longer.” He looked at my claws; then into my eyes; he didn’t see any mercy; he saw the demon.

He jumped back in pain and I used this distraction to kick the one who had punched me and then grab him around the neck, cutting off his air supply just long enough for him to pass out. I was breathing heavy and still had 3 to go. I created wind bullets and at the same time I released them at the three warriors chests I lowered the fire wall around the trapped two. All of them went down at the same time and as soon as they fell I heard a thundering growl from deeper inside Haven near the cove.

Hawk asks. As if answering Hawk's question, our phones ping once more. This time with another image. My eyes widen when I see one of the sexiest women I have ever seen, clad in nothing but black lace undergarments staring seductively into the camera. "Not gonna lie. I would follow her wherever she wanted me to go." Kieran remarks, making me laugh. "But there's no way this is the Huntress. Why would she show us her face after asking for animosity?" Hawk asks.

"Breathe in." She inhaled and I smoothly drove the needle through her flesh. She didn't move an inch. "Good girl. Almost finished." I took the fourteen gauge barbell and threaded it along the needle, pulling it through the three-quarter inch space under her flesh. I used gauze to gently wipe blood from her pussy. The piercing might bleed slightly for several days. It would also be quite sore in a few hours. I lay the needle and receiving tube on the tray and removed my gloves. I pushed two fingers into her pussy.

His grip was too tight, and I could feel the pain in my wrist due to his strength. I couldn't break free, so I shouted helplessly, "Let go of me!" Simon seemed not to hear me, and he only kept pulling me toward him. "Janice, give me another chance to make it up to you, alright?" Before he could finish, someone punched him in the face. "She told you to let go! Don't you understand?!" The punch came fast and hard, catching Simon off guard. He let go of my wrist and stumbled back, knocking over the chair behind him.

The density between our wolves felt remarkably awkward. Ultimately, it was the Warlord of Pierce Holdings who chose to pierce the silence. He finalized binding a basic wrap around his own lacerated knees and thighs, then seated his massive bulk on the edge of my mattress. With an incredibly gentle expression smoothing his rugged features, he inquired, “Does your inner beast detect a secondary fracture anywhere along your frame?”

I heard Preston’s voice screaming orders, a high, thin sound that was drowned out by the rising wind. We hit the forest, the pine needles muffling our footsteps. I could feel the moon watching us, its light a heavy pressure on my shoulders. "Wait," Harrison said. He stopped in a small clearing where the trees opened up to the stars. He turned, his nostrils flaring. "What is it?" I asked. "The wind," he said. I smelled it then. It wasn't the scent of the Council’s enforcers. It wasn't the smell of the pack.

Before the pain could properly register, I’d soothed the spot with my tongue, then let it trail up to capture the vulnerable pulse at the base of his throat. His breath stopped entirely. In the next instant, a large, hot hand slid up the thigh still hooked around him, his control finally, gloriously shattered. Outside, a proper March gale had whipped up, rattling the penthouse windows. The wind howled around the building’s corners. Its furious song rose and fell, masking the creak of the bedframe, the rhythmic thump of the headboard meeting the wall, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and the muffled cries it was pointless to try and swallow.