Movie Once Bitten Novels & Stories

I said, still a bit startled, "but where did that come from?" Adam gently rubbed his warm hands up and down my arms, a tender gesture that made the chill in the air fade slightly. "You were bitten," he replied, his voice low and soothing. I pulled back suddenly, my real annoyance flaring. "What?" "Let me finish," he said, taking a small step closer, his seriousness cutting through the tension. "The bite didn't break the skin... You got lucky." His gaze dropped, evading mine as if he were wrestling with the gravity of what he was saying.

Hearing the sound, Cassian hastily turned around and asked, "What's wrong, Mr. Gulley?" Peter shouted, "Mr. Gulley got bitten by a snake! It's a five-step viper!" After swiftly kicking away the zombies, Cassian rushed over to Darren. He saw a five-step viper that was over three feet long, its fangs still sunken into Darren's calf. Fiona looked at Darren, whose face was scrunched up in pain, and mocked, "What did I tell you? Those who pick on me would get bitten by a snake. You believe me now, right?"

The rest of the walk home is a blur of self-hatred and exhaustion. I replay the night in fragments—the bar, the drink, his eyes finding me across the dim room, the weight of his body on mine, the sharp pain of the bite, the strange, terrifying pleasure that came after it. Each memory is a fresh wound. I prod at them like a tongue prodding a sore tooth, unable to stop.

The solid silver bands met Caleb’s descending fangs. There was a crunch of tooth on metal, followed by a painful yelp. I shoved forward with all my weight, throwing my bleeding body into his. We fell tangled onto the stone stage. The impact of the fall drove the air from my lungs, for a few seconds my world went dark. When my vision cleared, I was on my back. Caleb’s wolf was shaking his head, snarling above me. He raised a clawed paw to finish me off. A silver acorn landed on the stone between us.

Kylah: No. Kylah: I dropped my coffee. Anya: Valid. Me: Finals are over. Anya: SHE LIVES. Shane: Pizza tonight. Kylah: Wait. Everyone? Shane: Everyone. Anya: Are we including grumpy wolf boy? Ollie: I'm literally in this chat. Anya: That doesn't answer my question. Ollie: Yes. Me: Miracles do happen. Ollie: Don't make me revoke your pizza privileges.

Even their chips came from companies most people couldn't afford. Personally, I couldn't care less. I stepped forward and grabbed a kitkat bar. "Thank you," I told her, already holding it like a prize. But then I noticed her smile fading again when her gaze landed on Ben. "What are we going to do with him?" she asked. The same question we'd been asking ourselves. "Oh, somebody suggested we should cut the skin off around the bite and see if that saves people from the zombie venom," Rome said, mimicking what was supposed to be my voice.

It released a loud cry of pain and staggered backwards, clawing at my back and swinging itself wildly in a bid to get me off it, but I was relentless. I tried to not pay attention to its metallic, bitter blood running into my mouth and tongue, and sunk my canines deeper, ripping apart a crucial artery. Blood spurted from the large tear, and I finally released it when I was certain that the bite I had given it would definitely get the job done. For good measure I slashed at it with my claws. If the bite didn't do the job well, then the poison would. A couple of seconds later, its giant form dropped to the ground with a reverberating thud, lifeless. Defeated.

It’s not as good as jowa, it’s a bit old so maybe that’s it. “Ms. Meranza!” he shouted. Again, I ignored it. My classmate in the fourth row raised his hand. “Yes, Martin?” “Do they bite people’s necks?” “No… usually, because it’s painful and highly unsanitary. Some of the sanguinarians use a syringe.” I nodded after I answered his question. Everything I know on the internet is great. I really don’t have a conclusion, I forgot to do it because of what happened last night, I’m just really taking the time to finish. In fact, I can make the conclusion now but my brain doesn’t feel like thinking.

Nasrin I bawled in pain as my bones twisted in awkward angles. Hairs started growing in all parts of my body. I feel my face elongating, teeth lengthening– its edges sharpening. My nails turning to sharp claws digging the surface of the earth. I could feel something growing behind me, moving at the back of my thighs. It felt like a tail. My muscles stretched far beyond what I can imagine. It hurts. Everything hurts. Through my tears, I can see the man standing… watching me transform into that of a nightmare that rooted from his bite.

I kept thinking about how we got in here and fell asleep here but I couldn't really remember so I just ignored it. I pee and after that I washed my face then I turned my gaze to the mirror. I'm looking at my face when I noticed that there was something in my neck. My heart beat faster when I realized what it was. Shaking, I raised my hand to touch the one on my neck. "How did I get this?" My heart was beating fast and I felt like I was going to fall over. I was convincing myself that it was just a bite of a mosquito but no, it was a bite of a wolf. I slowly sat down on the bathroom floor and fixed my own hair.