Kiss X Death Novels & Stories

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss. Then she hears it again, the scream, well now it sounds more like an angry shriek. She turns around to find a very angry lady walking towards them. She’s confused, wondering why this lady is walking up to her with murderous intent, why this guy just kissed her, why everyone seems to be interested in what's happening in their little corner. She looks to her right, where the guy was standing beside her and she’s shocked to see a very satisfied look on his face as he watches the lady walk towards them. Did he do this on purpose? She thought to herself.

"Instead you chose another, far deadlier path. You stole my entire existence and ran like a fucking thief in the night. For that you will pay." Before I can respond he takes my lips with his in a brutal kiss. This is not a kiss of passion or love, this is a kiss of pain and revenge, of a man who thinks he has been wronged. This is the worst kiss of my life. He seeks entrance with his tongue and I refuse him. He releases one of my wrists, reaches up and grips my jaw, forcing my mouth open. One of my lips grinds against a tooth, cutting. Blood fills my mouth and I cry out, but the sound is swallowed by his vicious kiss.

I promised. Felix hunched and kissed my forehead. “ Forever is the deal. We ain't gonna say goodbye to each other till death do us part. Do you promise?" He raised his right hand as a sign of seriousness. I reciprocated with my right hand hoisted up as well. “ I promise. Till death do us part" We clenched our fingers in between each space and thereafter shared a passionate kiss. Then, Felix carried me back to the bed, holding the small gift bag with him.

“Time remaining: ten minutes. Sequence nearing termination. Resistance is ineffective.” I clenched my fists, summoning every spark of power, every connection from mortals, from Kieran, from Death himself. “Not ineffective! Not while we can fight! Not while we can choose!” Kieran’s hands fell to my face. “Then we break it. Together. Every rule, every calculation, every cold design… we break it. For life. For love. For hope.” I swallowed, tears streaming freely. “Yes… we break it. Together.” Suddenly, a ripple of power surged through me. I felt Death’s essence flicker, weakening. But a part of him clung to Kieran… and through Kieran, to me.

she admits, holding her head in her hands as her sobbing worsens. It was true, the kiss from Kieran had ignited something inside her and she knew she would need more of it soon. It felt like a drug. His heady scent still clung to her after he left, and she knew this fatal fascination between the two of them would conclude in something deadly.

to the presence of the man beside her. Xavier’s hand cupped her cheek, his touch gentle yet firm, and Timbre felt a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the power inside her.When their lips finally met, it was like the meeting of fire and ice, a collision of opposites that somehow made perfect sense. The kiss was slow, almost tentative at first, as if they were both testing the waters of this newfound closeness. But it didn’t take long for the fire between them to ignite, burning away any hesitation.Timbre’s hand found its way to Xavier’s chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her fingertips. It was a grounding presence, a reminder that despite the chaos a

“Kieran, what the fuck!” “You touched him,” Kieran seethes, voice low and dangerous; he speaks like a man who is possessed as his eyes flicker between amber and green, his wolf wanting to come out and rip the head off the person who dared to lay their filthy hands on their man. “You fucking kissed him!” Cassian’s face is almost blue from how tight and hard Kieran is pressing his against his neck. “It was just a kiss. What the hell’s your problem?” Kieran pushes harder instead; his instinct is to kill. “My problem?” he laughs, a dry and dark humorless sound that bounces off the walls. “You put your mouth on something that isn’t yours. He is fucking mine!”

his voice was getting weaker by the second. Axel raised his hands once more and with the strength left in him, he pulled her close and pressed his lips against hers, kissing her hard as her tears fell on his cheeks, mixing with her own tears. His lips parted in a shaky breath and he took her lips, sucking it into his mouth like it was his life support. Their lips trembled and shook against each other as they kissed like it was going to be their last which Axel knew it was going to be. It was said that the strong ones know when death knocks, he was sure about that now as he knew it.

"Let's find ourselves a cab and a random hotel! Screw the freaking bus! I'm fucking you in Tokyo!" Killian smirks. "Damn, now we are talking, dirty girl—I can't wait to lick your tits." I growl, angry at my throbbing pussy. "Stop talking like that, and find us a cab!" Laughter fills my ears, and before I know it, I'm pulled in for another hot, searing kiss that makes my toes curl. I forget about the world, and then I'm drawn into desperate lust. Killian Phoenix will be the death of me—of this, I'm sure. The end.