Scold Bridle Novels & Stories

I looked up at him just to found myself laughing my *ss off. “What the hell? Why are you laughing?” “Nothing, hahaha! It’s just that… hahahahaha… sorry! I mean, you look horrible!” “What the f*ck, Agatha Tatiana!” “Why? Truth hurts, Caleb Nicolo! I mean, you look like a mummy! You’re wrapped in a white bandages. From your head, to your hands and to your feet.” “It’s because of you.” “What? No! It’s not!”

Zadicus was back again to his mind. All the twelve relics were in his grasp. He had the whole control of the relics Zadicus was bleeding, losing his breaths as before he was a fifteen feet tall warrior. A knight in black armor with his face covered with a hood and a ripped red cape, holding an ancient maroon scythe with an obsidian in its middle, carved delicately to trap souls in it. “You look beat.” His deep husky voice came, holding his scythe while sitting on his throne, looking down at Zadicus but his face couldn’t be seen because of the shredded cloak over him.

"What exactly did you see? Who—what—came from the east?" The scout's eyes darted nervously as if he feared even speaking the name. His hands trembled as he clutched at my sleeve, his breath ragged. "Shadows. Not like any shadows I’ve seen before. Dark... like the void itself. It moves in whispers and nightmares, and it... it takes what it wants." He swallowed hard, his throat working. "It’s not human, Lady Cassia. It’s something far worse."

Laughter filled the air as the horses were tied to large shady trees and the men stripped down on the banks of a huge lake. In the distance, Skye could make out small fishing boats and a town on the far shore but here, it was just them. He sidled closer to his mate, unsure about joining them in the water. Just as Linus turned around to face him, Skye caught sight of Brite as he pulled his shirt off and gasped. Unconsciously, he reached forward, hand outstretched with his healing activated before he came to himself and pulled his hand back in. Huge, raised scars lined the alpha's back going from shoulder to shoulder and down, curling around his shoulder blades. Brite looked around at his gasp

I ask, wanting to double-check. Billy blinks. “The scry-thing? Yeah, yeah, I got it somewhere in here.” He pats his jacket like he might’ve already lost it. I can’t help the small laugh that escapes me. “It’s called a Scrythorn, Billy.” He waves a hand, snorting. “Right, right. That. Long as it works, that’s what matters.” Dominicus stands beside me, silent and steady, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze sharp on the men preparing to leave.

I ride alone across the last stretch, gravel crunching beneath my horse’s hooves. The drawbridge creaks down with a groan that echoes into the cliffs, and I don’t flinch. I’ve faced worse sounds than that today. Alpha Damien waits just beyond the gate. The Ombrelac Alpha is older than me by decades, with silver hair braided down his back and a thick scar across his neck that never healed right. He wears the dark green and black of his clan, a wolf’s fang tied to the leather cord around his wrist. He watches me descend. “You made it through the forest,” he says.

Her words were cut short as Brigid spun around and stormed off. Lylah's lips parted, her heart racing as everything suddenly felt overwhelming. •••••••• 'She destroyed it!' 'Our meal-she fucking destroyed it!' Brigid's head pounded like she'd been struck with a hammer. Pain, anger, hurt, frustration, hate... a whirlwind of emotions slammed into her all at once. 'This vial will make you smell good... down there.' Brigid recalled Hilda's words after she had offered a vial. She then had taught her a few tricks for winning him over. Her scent had become sweet, alluring to every male she passed.

By the time that Vance was able to pry me away from her, there were strands of blonde hair in my palm. “Calm down, Maddie. Get a grip!” he gritted, holding both of my arms. “How dare you, you bitch!” Nicole screeched, about to lunge at me. “Enough, Nicole!” Vance thundered at her from over his shoulder. Nicole's eyes widened, flashing with more anger. “She attacked me!” I chuckled bitterly. “You know, since we're giving wedding gifts, I might as well give you mine now.”

Joaquin's weapon is a fire sword and Bryle's is an arnis that turns into a double sword. "Aaahhh!" Joaquin charged with full force while attacking the scorpion. The scorpion was about to strike him with its venomous tail when he cut it in half. The scorpion squirm and goes on a rampage, causing it to strike the other scorpion. Joaquin and Bryle laughed when they saw that the other scorpions were working together when Joaquin cut off their sibling’s tail.

The girl shrugged him off when Matthew took hold of her arm. "Get your filthy hands off of me, you blackhearted scoundrel!!!" "Lady, if you don't stop making a fuss, that scarred man will come and take you with him. Trust me, you don't want his hands all over you." The girl clamped her mouth shut, and it seemed like the warning was enough to silence her. Still, his attempt to help her mount the horse was rebuffed. He let her get on the back of the horse by herself, then climbed after her. Along the way, he tried in a vain attempt to take no notice of her sweet female scent, or how her small buttocks slightly brushed his crotch with each bounce.