Killermare Sin Novels & Stories

“The Silverfang shaman revealed her origin during the fight. She was not born Silverfang. She was stolen from us twenty years ago. From Nighthowl. During the last great war.” Elara froze. “What?” Kael’s eyes widened. A fierce possessiveness mixed with shock crossed his face. “My pack’s lost omega pup?” But Garrick continued, voice urgent. “There is more, Alpha. The old stories. The cursed mark on her back. If she bonds completely with her true mate, one of you will die before the next full moon.” Elara’s blood ran cold. She felt the faint glowing rune on her lower back burn hot. The same mark that had appeared when Kael first knotted her.

The werewolf gasped and gave up it's ghost, eyes already turned white and a cloud of something malevolent hovered above them, but the flashlight caught it's attention and with the speed of lightening, it rushed to Maris and filled her lungs, earning a sneeze from her. The present~~~Maris. "Oh, no," were the first words Maris uttered the moment she snapped out of her trance. "Why me, why did it kill the werewolf?" "Because of what lives in you, you're not an ordinary counselor... You're the lost queen of the siren kingdom." Jeremy's mother answered, holding Maris' gaze. "That's why you're still alive." Maris got to her feet with a deep frown that was beginning to make her head hurt and swallo

Her very presence was pissing him off. Seeing that has no effect on him, Nik tried again. “We are already mated, If you kill her, we might die too! Besides, everyone already witnessed what happened between us, if something happens to her, they will blame us for her death!” “She's a soul shifter!” he grits out. “Yeah, we know that, but do they? Besides, there's something about this one that's different. She doesn't look like a soul shifter, the fact that no one other than us could tell means no one will believe us.” which was infuriating.

His heart pounded against her back, his breath coming in sharp bursts. "Stay down," he ordered, reaching for the Glock tucked into his waistband. her fingers closed over his wrist. "Wait." Her other hand pointed to the far wall, where the emergency exit sign flickered. A shadow moved there—tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a familiar diamond pinky ring. Black Mamba. Then— Boom. The explosion rocked the building, sending bottles crashing to the floor. The lights cut out, plunging the club into darkness. In the chaos, Adam lost his grip on her.

she spat, touching her hair, then left giggling. Victoria’s eyes darkened at the lock. She stripped off the dress and returned to the bathtub, reaching for more soap. She closed her eyes, letting the warm water soothe her. … Bernard Harrigan sat in the hall, his expression grim. At twenty-five, he was tall, handsome, broad-shouldered, with a lean waist. The dream man of many young women. But his past was dark—his first wife had died under tragic circumstances tied to his cruelty and infidelity.

“G-Got in her f-face and c-called her m-mean n-names.” “There not mean if they’re true, doll! Plus, she had no right to bully a little cutie like you!” Grayson said, sending her a wink. I fought back a scowl, knowing that he didn’t mean anything by the wink. Grayson was naturally a friendly person. Something that never bothered me as much as it does now since its towards my mate. My inner demon wanted nothing more than to tear his throat out for winking at him, but my common sense knew how impractical and irrational it was to get angry at one of my loyal, gay friend for winking at her.

I wiped my face with the back of my sleeve, sniffing hard, but I didn't interrupt her. "Before I came to the Valrok Empire," Maren began, her voice dropping into a raspy, hollow register, "I was an Omega in a southern pack. But I wasn't just a maid, Liora. I was a sex slave." My breath caught in my throat. I stared at the old, respectable healer, trying to reconcile the woman standing before me with the horrors she was speaking of.

Her glass wine fell. "Your abusive rapist son was killed, so I get that you want revenge for the animal, but this isn't your playground, Dora. You made a mistake, coming here." Marina sneered, getting serious. "So..." Marie started. "Driton—your second ally after Niccolo, was killed, and you were forced to come out of your hole, even going as far as taking Ma'am Violette's place at the VIMI runway season!" That speech is definitely for Teresa, so Teresa lifted her head, boldly.

The third was younger, taller, hair cut short, silver eyes, wild and bright. He smiled at me. “You’re Lira Vale.” I nodded, refusing to show fear. “Who are you?” He grinned wider, wolf-sharp. “You can call me Marek. I’m what happens when you leave the old stories unfinished.” His voice was too calm, too confident. He moved closer, ignoring Kael’s knife and Cass’s glare. “You think you ended it,” Marek went on, circling the fire. “You think you broke the chain. But the chain was just the surface. There’s something deeper here. Something the Sovereigns forgot.”

I looked at Kaia, “So you were trained like Sinclair?” “Yup, once upon a time we were Canary and Sin.” “Yeah, and Thalia, she was Kabar,” Sinclair said with a smile. I feel like I’m in a warped universe. Adrian comes up and starts messing with Kaia and Sinclair again. “Yeah, Canary and Sin. Little badass femme fatales, Aric. If Sinclair really is your sister, you could stand to learn a thing or two from her.” I smirked, “Sinclair, do you still have the gun?”