Sacred Games Novels & Stories

I felt as if I were carrying the whole silence of Saint-Mireille on my back, and I wanted release with a force that made my hands unsteady. My body answered before my mind could clean it up. The only release that felt real enough was Cassian’s. The thick, heavy length of him pushing deep into me until thought emptied out. Or his mouth around my cock, draining every drop until I had nothing left but his name. The memory alone left me hard and aching. I crossed to the small shrine where the statue of Mother Mary kept her watch, took the olive oil kept there for the lamp, coated my palm, and lay back on the bed with my eyes closed.

Men adjusted their ties, suddenly smaller, suddenly lesser. A demigod. That was the only word that came to Amara’s mind. And like all gods, he was dangerous. She reminded herself of the mission. Get close. Gain his trust. Find the cracks in the Vitale empire. But when his eyes landed on her, the reminder burned to ash. Dark, penetrating, his gaze held her still as though he’d known all along she would be here. Heat climbed her neck. She forced herself not to look away, not to break character. She was supposed to be untouchable, unshaken.

To be honest, I was not happy about it. "What's the matter?" I asked coldly. "Cyril, Liam has been taken away by some people. They said if we don't pay back the money, they'll cut off his hands." "Who are these people? How could someone like Liam owe anyone money?" She sniffed and wiped her nose. "We got involved in the adult live-streaming industry through chance. We made a lot of money easily at first. Once we had some capital, Liam grew increasingly greedy for more. Eventually, he got into gambling.

Agosti says then sighs, he pinches the bridge of his nose “ But with that being said we already signed an contract with a new seller at” My stomach drops, my bottom lip trembles uncontrollably, I spare a glance at Casper who has gone 3 shades of paler. My heart starts beating erratically, my vision swarms and I think I hear someone calling my name but I'm too far gone and I can't help the images that flood my mind. Casper dead, his body buried right next to my mother. He won't see me graduate–if I even get to graduate. My brother, protector gone and I can't–

A tall, wired fence stuck out from the back and the top of what looks like a moving van. Mrs. Cameron's eyes landed on the sigh in white neon cursive, The Whipped Kerma. She had doubts; the address was correct, but there wasn't a shop nearby with the same initials. Whipping out her phone from her pocket Kitty recalled Leah's message; TWK was the shop name. That was the place.

in all caps, but the cashier has no problem when Calder grabs my hand and pulls me inside. And if the condition of the bathroom is any indication, we're not the first ones to ignore the sign. "Don't touch the walls," I say, shying away from the grungy tile. "Where else are we going to hang this?" He rips open the package for our newly purchased game and pulls out a large, glossy poster of a very tan, very ripped, very naked man. The model is missing his important parts, of course, but it's still a lot to take in.

The way she said it made everyone look tense. My breath caught. Morgan’s hand stilled. This time, Selene didn't look at her book, she stared straight at us, me and Morgan. “As you know, the Luna Games are one of the oldest traditions of mating ceremonies. They cannot be omitted. Not in the case of the Alpha King.” The Sage nodded once, approving. Elder Thorne leaned back in his chair, arms folded, as if satisfied we had finally come to the real matter.

It showed that he had just added me successfully. [Not bad! Jason took first place.] The group chat was as lively as a party. Everyone waited for Samuel to pay up. For a moment, the group chat went quiet. Then Samuel sent Jason a transfer of five thousand dollars to Jason. [My name is Samuel Sanders, and I am a man of my word.] The group chat burst into cheers. That five-thousand-dollar transfer made the game feel even more real. Everyone knew Samuel and I had been together for five years. I laughed at myself. It turned out that even five years of relationship could have a price tag placed on it.

The Killground is the site of the annual Wilder Games, a thirty day event where condemned humans are loosed into the wild to survive, or be hunted. Each of the five chosen Warlords receives a hunting token. If they catch a tribute, they may claim them, body, blood, and soul, or kill them. If a tribute survives all thirty days, they win their freedom and are marked by the Wilds as untouchable. Those who win become legends. Few ever do. MAGIC, BLOODLINES & BREEDING RITES In the Wilds, magic is sacred and bloodlines are power. The beast kings and their Warlords rely on witches and wildborn females to continue their bloodlines. Some females are chosen as sacred mates, bound by blood and spirit.

He yanked his hand away and tried to turn. I said lazily, with a cold edge, “If you try to run, don’t ever think about walking out this door again.” He hesitated. I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around him. My fingertips traced his chest and felt the muscles tighten, like touching a sword ready to be drawn. “Leon, let’s play a game.” He closed his eyes hard. When he opened them, they were darker and dangerous. “Play what?” I tilted my head and smiled, a vicious light in my eyes.