Kris Frisk/chara Novels & Stories

"We're leaving. Now." "Do you know this jerk?" Chad asked, standing and meeting me chest to chest. If he only fucking knew how pissed I was, he'd be running with his tail between his legs. I stood taller, dwarfing him by at least six inches. When I turned toward Charli, I couldn't believe my eyes. She wasn't wearing anything that I'd bought. Under my grip was some cheap gold jewelry that looked like a snake twisted around her forearm. Her eyelids sparkled. She was made up like some kind of eighties' throwback punk-rocker.

"We're leaving. Now." "Do you know this jerk?" Chad asked, standing and meeting me chest to chest. If he only fucking knew how pissed I was, he'd be running with his tail between his legs. I stood taller, dwarfing him by at least six inches. When I turned toward Charli, I couldn't believe my eyes. She wasn't wearing anything that I'd bought. Under my grip was some cheap gold jewelry that looked like a snake twisted around her forearm. Her eyelids sparkled. She was made up like some kind of eighties' throwback punk-rocker.

Spellbound, the only thing that he wanted in that moment was to let his body speak to her in a language entirely its own. Lightning traveled up his arms from her frozen body and he let go with a gasp. “Charmer!” he hissed, and gripped the hilt of his blade. It was all he could do not to kill her on the spot. Of all the woman in the world Rihlia had to call friend, why one of them, one of the few guaranteed to be trouble to the males of his kind? “What?” She looked confused. Could she be ignorant of her curse? It would not save her. He had sworn not to harm her, but it would not stop the others. They would kill her. A charmer was a temptress, a siren, poison.

He lunged forward, pulling the furs away and burying his face against my chest, peppering my skin with small, frantic kisses. “Shall we finish what we started? The pressure in my blood is becoming a torment, Brooke.” But the fire in me had been doused by a cold wave of reality. I pushed against his shoulders, my movements sharp and subconscious. “Are the two of you truly so close?” Charis sounded like a female of high standing—educated in the foreign Citadels, successful, and confident enough to demand the Alpha’s time. And her first instinct upon returning was to seek him out. The implication felt like a brand.

I say. I look up to see another figure behind Alpha Mayhem. She is a tall, beautiful woman. Her skin is dark, just like her hair. Her eyes are almost black. She is beautiful. "Can I be included?" she asks. She places her hand on Alpha Mayhem. The two of them belong together. It is obvious. "Fallon, this is my mate, Charis," Alpha Mayhem says. Charis walks toward me, and that is when I notice her fangs. "Vampire?" I ask.

The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her. "Guys, this is Catherine, our new little fish," said Miguel, who soon moved away from her as Diego approached to shake hands with the newcomer. "Welcome to the shark tank, dear. I'm Diego, your teammate along with Rogerio, that unfriendly guy back there," he said, pointing to the friend who was approaching. "I just didn't run to introduce myself," Rogerio nodded his head to the side as a way of greeting her. "Welcome to the shark tank. I'm Rogerio, as the speedy one over there has already presented."

She had golden brown hair and almost amber colored eyes. “I’m Tiffany,” the next girl said. She was young, probably sixteen and she was fierce looking. I could see in her eyes that she had seen a lot in her few years on earth and it made her sort of admirable. She didn’t look like she feared anything. She had dark blonde hair and brown eyes so dark they almost looked black. “I’m Kiara and at your disposal,” she said and bowed her head at me. I saw tattoos on her neck when she bowed her head. She had midnight black hair with grayish eyes and her features almost seemed exotic and she could have passed for a model.