Righteous Ones Mc High Desert Novels & Stories

READER WARNING ! MILDLY GRAPHIC GORE DETAILING - PLEASE IF YOU HAVE A PHOBIA, OR DO NOT LIKE BLOOD OR THE DESCRIPTION OF SUCH; OR IF READING SUCH DETAILS PROVIDES NIGHTMARES - PLEASE SKIP FORWARD!! But as soon as he got there, the scene that was in front of him was something else. First it was the smell that had lured him in a little faster than most. He was one of the only other werewolves at The Donatus Academy; Angel and the headmaster, being the other two there.

Instead of ending my life, I need to continue and leave the way as it is. But now, I think it's a time for me to end my own misery. Misery that's making my life shit as it is. Finally, I've reach the end of hardship. Even I'm a bad person, for stealing and leaving a huge amount of debt, I still hope that San Pedro would welcome me with a band on his back. Blissfully, welcomed me. And make me feel that his proud because of the hardships that I've been through I still fight until I'm totally left nothing out.

Lee McLeod, Blood Groove I felt one final, agonizing snap. A scream was torn from my lips. The world went black. When I awoke, I lay on the cold stone floor. The fire in the hearth had died. The room was dark, silent. My friends were gone. And a hollow, empty ache echoed in the place where my heart once beat. My mother's diary lay open beside me, the page with the ritual to dissolve the bond now damp with a single tear. I felt nothing. No love. No hate. Just a deep, terrible emptiness. The bond was broken. And so was a piece of my soul. I was alone. But I was not broken. Not yet. I had a new, icy resolve taking root in the desolate garden of my heart. I was going to find my own strength. And