Scold Bridle Novels & Stories

Does she not know that my scales stop any feeble attempt she makes to cause me harm? "Desist, you foolish woman," I blare into her head. She drops to her knees and I know it's because I did not temper my voice. She slams her blade against my neck. "Why won't you die?" she screams, her frustration clear. She's misbehaved quite enough and my patience is at an end. I point my large nose to the clouds. As we rise, she grips me tightly with her legs. I'm angry and impressed. My past brides have all worn saddles to ride me. And even with a saddle it can take years of training before they are comfortable. And then there are the ones who refuse entirely and I must carry in my claws. I fight rolling

For all of it, just, thank you, Red. He merely snarfed, tossing his big furry head, ears pricked towards the horizon. With his huge snoot pointed due south, he took off like a bolt. Taking me back home. * * * "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" Braiden roared loud enough to wake the spirits of the trees. I slid from Red's back, still naked as a newborn beneath the red velvet cloak. No doubt still reeking of Red despite the bath; of balsam fir and wild green growing things.

"One truthful thing right now. She swallowed her breath. Outside, the highway was dark and empty,The headlights cut a clean path through the November black. The estate was twenty minutes behind her. Hartford was two hours ahead. I'm coming back, she said. He breathed. l"Don't make me come in after you. I won't. Another silence. Shorter this time. "Sophia." "Yes." "The croissants." She frowned. "What?" When you get back, His voice shifted, just slightly, just enough. "Make the croissants,The ones with the imported flour.

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!”

"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.”