روايات وقصص ضمن Incubus Blood On The Ground

My heart ached thinking about the air conditioning bill, so the next day, I immediately messaged Tessa. [How are preparations going for getting your incubus back?] [I was thinking maybe today would be good.] Before I could finish typing the second message, Tessa replied. Tessa: [Girl! Thank you so much! What you said yesterday really stayed with me, so I went out that same night and found my incubus!] Me: [What?] Tessa: [He hadn't gone far at all. He'd been wandering around near my place this whole time. When I found him, he even asked if I was tired. How could I have been such a jerk, abandoning a little angel like that?]

𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔? 𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠?' My subconsciousness didn't hesitate to make me feel horrible. I walked into the room without more difficulty this time since I was using the crutch. I dropped the crutch and then dragged my leg to the bathroom to take a shower.

"Each night alone in your chamber, your little hands in your cunny, just wishing you weren't so stubborn, wishing you'd dropped your gown for me the moment you'd entered this room. I can put fire on your skin and diamonds in your eyes. You need me, Little Witch Whore." "You are forgetting your own nature, Incubus! Whatever doubtful desire I might stumble across in the early hours of the morning is but a spoonful of the torment that will rattle you r very bones. How your body will ache and sob for me. Where will your hands be at night? No succubus or servant will sate you; or you would not have bothered to bring me here." He moved to stand in front of me now, his head stooped low so that our

"And you... you thought you were worthy of laying a hand on what is mine?" With those words, a massive force smashed Julian against a stone pillar. CRACK! The ancient pillar spiderwebbed with fractures. Julian crumpled to the floor, blood pouring from his mouth as his eyes rolled back in his head. He was out cold. Silence returned to the sanctuary. "Let's continue the ceremony," Evan said, turning back to me as if nothing had happened. He cut his own wrist, letting his blood drip onto mine, where the Glacier Rose had merged with my skin. A warm, immense power flooded my body. I felt like I was floating in a warm ocean, every cell celebrating.

The dead or alive can be summoned. We press our hands into the ground and begin to speak the dying tongue that our kind know by heart. We chant and echo through the walls of the house. We try again, and again, but recieve nothing. Nothing happens. My mind draws a blank. Being antisocial and relatively young for an incubus, I don't understand why we have failed. "Why didn't this work? We've done everything right." I groan. Narius looks flustered, gears turning in his mind.

Seven's white t-shirt is stained on the chest. I watch in horror as Seven falls on the ground, blood oozing out of his body. All I can see is Blood! Blood! Blood! 💀💀💀💀💀

I want to hurt myself so badly; I want to draw blood. Then I see it. Blood. My blood on the ground. I'm on the ground. My head bashes against something I can't see. Blood dripping from my head down to my eyes, my neck. I can't move. I can't make out what my eyes see. It's dark. I'm numb. Silent. Still. Helpless. My eyes snap open and spring up for breath, panting hard and fast...

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: “Far From Heaven” by Evanescence IVARA'S POV: Ronan is falling. One second he’s a wall of muscle and fury between me and a bullet, the next he’s collapsing, his body slamming into mine so hard it rattles my bones. The world lurches sideways. My knees hit the ground, hard, scraping against broken concrete. And then I feel it.. it's hot, sticky and searing. His blood. Silver.

RIVER BROWN I’m shaking on behalf of Darren by the time Connor reaches up to him. The distance between us is marred by blood. A lot of blood on the ground. A lot of blood on Connor. And as Darren keeps on running his mouth, deep down I know he’s going to be next in joining his men to whatever heel they are right now. When Connor lifts his arm, his claws glinting against the dainty lighting of the underground parking lot and I see the rivulets of blood dripping from said claws, I swallow the pulsing in my throat.

At the blood Yohan had coughed. It was oddly black… There was only a little red in it. … “Go back?” I whispered the words sadly, “Where?”