Morality Bites Charmed Novels & Stories

He imagined Wira trying to bring Juliana down by all means, creating bad images that might have nothing to do with reality. "It's impossible for mom to listen to all the nonsense from Wira without asking or finding out what really happened, what did Wira say to mom to make mom act like this? It's impossible for Wira to just say words, surely Wira has done things I don't know about," William muttered in an annoyed tone. Even so, he realized that his mother might have been charmed by Wira's cunning seductions and manipulations.

“Aye, please, bite me, bite me, bite me.” I bit into his throat above his collar, claiming him as my Alpha, just as he came in pearly lines across his stomach, bucking beneath me at the joined pain and pleasure of being Wolve Bitten. His blood exploded through me like delicious popping candy. I clung to him, craving even more to devour him. Moon was now my Charm and Wolve Bitten. He tried to open his eyes, but they fluttered closed again, as he lost consciousness under the force of the Claiming.

Charise asked as Elaina slumped to the floor off of Chase’s shoulder and didn’t get up. In way of reply Elaina showed Charise her neck. The color drained from her face as she realized what had happened. “We need a healer now.” Charise yelled standing. “Elaina’s been bitten.” All around her Elaina could hear people gasping and then yelling for help. The night her parents died made its way into her head unbidden, the same shouts happening as the house burned. Slowly the dizziness came again and it took Elaina into darkness with it.

It's nothing important, now I have to go, I have to look for my daughter, yes the one you almost ran over me today. Sebastian, seeing how she reacted, let out a mischievous smile, to which she tried to get out, grabbed his hand tightly and told him: ''Well, I'd really like to apologize for what I did today, so I'll give you a ride, okay? '' Charlotte was somewhat unpleasant with men, because after the failed relationship with her daughter's father she had other unhealthy relationships where she never had any pleasant moments and no matter how hard she tried, she never managed to find anyone who was worth enough to be with her.

How was he not worried about his child haven been bitten? "What the hell is your problem?" I finally spoke, unable to contain myself any longer. Charles' dad looked at me as if noticing me for the first time. Charles squeezed my hand shaking his head no at me, but I didn't listen. "Your son just got done telling you he created a cure to something that has been a problem for us for centuries, and you can't even congratulate him? On top of that he tells you he was bit by a vampire, and you show absolutely no concern for him. Do you even realize that without his own cure Charles would be dead right now. A bite from a vampire lord is no joke. How dare you. What the hell kind of father are you?"

She stood at the edge of the circle, her elegant features twisted with disgust. "Look at them!" Lady Morwen pointed at Caelum and Darius, who were both still fighting the residual pain. "The rejection failed. She's done something to them. Probably Cursed them." "I haven't done anything," I whispered, but my voice was too weak to carry. "Two mates isn't natural," Elder Morrison said slowly. "In all my years, I've never seen such a thing." "Because it's not supposed to happen," Lady Morwen snapped. "She's an abomination. Her father betrayed our packs, cost us lives, and now she's corrupting the sacred bond itself."

I had someone pull every book and ledger that mentioned binding charms. Hours stretched like taffy. The healers worked in shifts, chanting, burning herbs, calling on the old rites. Their hands moved with the certainty of people who have seen too much death. The charm resisted at first—sparks flared when they tried to pry its energy loose. Once it reacted, Charlotte’s body shuddered violently, and I felt like I had been punched in the chest. At one point she gasped and a broken fragment of sound escaped her throat. I leaned in so close I could have whispered into her ear but then I was part of the reason she was in this condition.

Because she smiled. Not the practiced one. Not the painted, perfumed, velvet-coated thing they all expected. This was the real one. The smile that came with her blood. With her lineage. With her power. And then she bit. Not playful. Not inviting. Not teasing. She bit down into his throat with the force of a creature that had once been hunted—but remembered how to hunt back. There was no scream. Just a wet crunch. His body spasmed once. Twice. Then fell still.

“I’ve been thinking too and I don’t even know where my thoughts are going.” “Maybe they are going to Charlie’s residence,” Miles said. I chuckled. “Maybe.” Then he cleared his throat loudly and turned to me. “Do you think we should give this a shot?” “You mean wholeheartedly accepting each other’s fate?” “Maybe.” Miles turned away. “I’m not sure,” I replied. “Do I have to give up my credit card, embrace your shit hole and give up my quest to acquire Kaden home?” Miles stood up in frustration. “ Remember what Charlie said. The curse feeds on anger, greed, and hatred. Also don’t have time Grayham.” He said and grabbed a towel. “Think about it.”

I murmured, a soft smile spreading across my face. Every time I closed my eyes, the memory of what had just happened replayed automatically, like a film loop. I couldn't lie to myself. Beneath all the hatred, the resentment, and the burning desire to bring him down, a confession whispered from the quietest corner of my mind. "This is crazy. Absolute madness. What was I doing in his room? I actually let myself get charmed, completely carried away. Damn it."