Pollux Black 소설 & 이야기

I had to obey all of Castor's rules so that he wouldn't kill me. About Pollux? I thought he was an easy-going, annoying person. A figure who wouldn't meddle in other people's business. A freedom lover and a man who charmed every woman, except me. I could observe him nodding his head and sometimes shaking his head as I picked out some clothes before I bought them. He took out a shiny black card from inside his wallet, and in one swipe, I immediately received the clothes I had chosen. I knew that Pollux just wanted to use me as his toy. I just had to keep my distance from him, and I already had the signs that set them apart. Besides the piercing on his eyebrow, Pollux also has a crescent moon

More like the color. Black. Fuck!

TORREN POV The ghost mask feels like a second skin, the internal voice modulator humming as I scale the fence of the Michigan estate. I’m not using chloroform tonight; it’s too slow, too cinematic. I have a tactical sedative patch in my bag- one touch to the neck and he’s out in three seconds.

Pollux was why she couldn’t speak. “I do not want to hear another sound from you for the rest of your stay in Ironfur. I hear you so much as clear your throat, you pathetic piece of trash, and I’ll permanently silence you.” Pollux threatened her. “Hear, here.” Gunnar. Nope, scratch that, his eyes were different. Castor applauded.

The runes ignited, threads of light weaving up her arms and into the Mark. The air thickened. The ground trembled. And from the shadows at the edge of the room, something stirred — not an Echo, but something worse. Figures began to form — twisted silhouettes of men and beasts, remnants of those the Black Moon had touched. They moved like smoke and screamed like memory. Zevran’s blade flashed. “Here we go again.” He fought without hesitation, cutting through shadows that reformed as fast as he struck them. Each one that fell fed the light around Kaelira’s spell, fueling her strength.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

I kneeled in front of him and gently took his hands in mine. "Only for a moment, but I'm right here with you. Use the mate bond to ease the pain and you'll be fine." I reassured. He nodded and took a deep breath. "Here goes." He sighed. "I, Elijah Black, Omega of the Midnight Pack, hereby cut all ties with the Midnight Pack and will become a Rogue." His face immediately contorted in pain and he put his hands on his head, groaning. I pressed my forehead against his and hoped that my presence might ease the pain a bit.

“This is a demon-detection candle. It flares blue in the presence of evil.” Then he motioned to the flower. “And this… this is a lunar blossom. Pure white. It withers when it senses a corrupted soul.” I eyed the items with suspicion. “Do you want me to pick one?” He shook his head. “No. They’re both equal in worth to the obsidian mirror. As you’ve already seen, the mirror reveals what a being is. These, however…” He glanced down at the items. “They only react to evil. To corruption. Which, as you know, demons tend to carry like perfume.”

Corrupt men who use women as playthings. Rose had heard of a famous client who was called the pig because he always wore a pig mask and gave the women here hell. She had been lucky enough to see the violent marks on the body of a woman who had suffered all night with him... It was disgusting to see... Of course, Tina tried to prostitute Rose because her clients were ready to offer her a large sum to have her in their bed, but Rose refused. Even though Tina made her tempting offers, she always refused.