Immortal Longings Chloe Gong Novels & Stories

But the images were still fresh in his mind, haunting him like a ghost. In his nightmare, Ethan had seen Selena, his girlfriend, in the clutches of Xander, his rival at the werewolf pack. Xander, a monstrous werewolf, had claimed Selena as his mate forcefully, with no regard for her protests and pleas. Selena had screamed for Ethan's help, but he was powerless to stop Xander, who had thrown him away like a rag doll.

Chloe is sitting across the table from me, having a conversation with a woman named Linda about whether crystals work. Chloe's position is yes, with caveats. They must be naturally occurring and not grown. And harvested at the full moon by virgins in muslin dresses or something. I’m not really listening, I’m too busy watching her. I watch her for most of dinner. She's in a short, swingy dress, those long, tan legs shamelessly seducing me. Hair up off her neck because Sage cooks with a wood fire and it gets warm and stuffy in the hut.

Racing through the desert, back toward the hotel, I hoped and prayed that I made it back in time, because if Johan got to Marley before I could whisk her away to safety, there was going to be hell to pay. As I neared the outskirts of the city, I had to slow down, lest my speed and nature be discovered… and it was the longest fucking hour of my damned immortal life. I sped through deserted streets when I could, cutting the time in half, but in my mind, it still wasn’t quick enough. At the hotel, I moved through the lobby, ignoring every single other creature, both human and undead. Fuck the elevators. Throwing open the stairwell door, I launched up the central spiral to Marley’s floor and bur

Davorin said simply. I wasn’t sure if that was comforting or terrifying. We stepped onto a narrow path, the portal’s glow had completely faded behind us. My chest tightened at the thought, no way back. Not unless someone here let me. A shadow appeared ahead. Something, no, someone stepped into view. She was tall and willowy, with hair the color of fresh blood spilling down her back. Her eyes glowed faintly silver, and her smile… well, it showed just too many teeth.

Inside, an artifact pulsed with a holy light. Chloe's face froze. She looked down at the object in her own hand, trembling. "No... impossible... what is this?" "The box I gave you was a decoy," I explained calmly. "A trap. It was filled with Feral Pheromones. A scent designed to drive any feral in a ten-mile radius into a bloodthirsty frenzy." Chloe completely broke. She looked with horror at the shattered container in her hand, from which a reddish liquid was slowly leaking.

Jax. ​He was holding two phones. One was his; the other was my cracked, cheap burner. He was staring at the screen, a jagged, ugly smile on his face. He looked like a man who had finally found the piece of the puzzle he’d been missing. ​"Come on, Princess," I heard him mutter. "Just a little further." ​I looked toward the path leading from the Montgomery estate. A small, dark figure was jogging through the brush, her hood pulled up. Chloe. She was walking right into the mouth of the trap, thinking she was meeting the "Ghost" who had humiliated her.

Thud. The sound of knees slamming against the floor made my hand jerk, the pen scratching across the medical chart mid-sentence. When I looked up, that familiar face was already kneeling in front of my desk. Ellie Wilson. The girl everyone used to call the belle of our college class. Tears streamed down her face, delicate and trembling as her voice broke. "Dr. Bentley Cooke… Bentley… my dad has early-stage cancer. Please, you have to save him. I know you're an expert in this field."

I shouted, dodging the advance of a third soldier. “Don’t get distracted, outcast!” Chloe’s shrill voice echoed from behind the purple smoke. She had emerged from the shadows of the medical corridor, her hands marked with that dark rune from the Dead Lands, her eyes burning with a mad envy as she looked at my royal attire. Chloe carried no swords; instead, she held a black crystal vial containing mystical poison, which she intended to hurl directly at my face.

As her hips were driven deep into the mattress with each plunge inside her, Mory’s eyes fluttered closed and silent gasps fell from her lips until she finally cried out his name. While she shuddered underneath him, the Immortal sunk into Mory’s neck and claimed his mate. “Mine!”

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.