Something Fierce Book Novels & Stories

Fitch Pain was an inadequate word. It was too small, too tame, too human to describe what tore through me. One second, there was nothing—no warning, no pressure, no omen. The next, it lunged like a wild animal, sinking its fangs into every nerve in my body at once. It came brutally fast and vanished just as quickly, but in those few seconds, it felt as though I had been flayed alive for hours. Yes. That violent.

he whispered in her ear. She closed her eyes with fear. Then he tasted her lips, making gentle moves. But it was not for long, suddenly the kiss became harsh and passionate. And he explored each corner of her mouth, biting her lips along. She didn't resisted and let him do whatever he wants but neither responded. He couldn't get enough of it and put his left hand on her breasts and knead them with force. She didn't realize when his hand sneaked behind her back and unclasped her bra. He took of her bra harshly and threw it beside the bed. Then his lips travelled down her neck, marking there. He was not getting enough, giving her hickeys all way along he travelled down and on her blossoms. He

And despite trying, she couldn’t even make her wings flap. She remained hovering or frozen a few inches above the ground, book tightly clutched in hand. “Let me go!” she gritted, pain written on her face. A fae’s wings were the most sensitive, but Serena did not seem to care. “Let go of the book first and I’ll let you go.” Was it pain? Anger? Desperation? Or an amalgamation of all that made her voice sound strange to her own ears. She felt distant, an out of the body feeling. Despite that, she stretched out her hand for Amie to give the book.

You're very young. - Well, now imagine that you are all dead. Will I stay here? Invisible? Until I die of hunger and alone? I'd rather die with you. Lucifron looked at Sophia in amazement. How could someone so young be so argumentative? Fed up with the argument she refused to lose, she becomes so furious that, without her realizing it, the spirit of the two-tailed kitsome comes out, and surrounds her as if it were a shield of flames. Everyone retreats.

I saw a group of Iron-Fangs trying to set fire to the outer barracks where the old omegas lived, and a surge of rage hit me that had nothing to do with the witch's potion and everything to do with the fact that this was my home. "Get away from the building!" I roared, and I tackled the man with the torch into the dirt, grinding his face into the grass until he stopped struggling while I used his own fire to ignite the dry brush under his friends' feet. I was standing in the middle of a circle of bodies and I could see the Iron-Fang warriors starting to hesitate, because they had never seen a woman fight with so much disregard for her own safety or with such a brutal efficiency. I knew I was

Fiona shifted beside me, her wolf sleek and powerful as she barreled into the second rogue, her teeth sinking into its neck with a vicious snarl. The clearing erupted into chaos. Teeth, claws, and fur blurred together as we fought against the rogues, their bloodthirsty growls filling the air. But there was something off about them—something that made them more feral than usual. Their attacks were reckless, desperate, like they were being driven by something beyond their control.

He was chasing everyone he could find down— those who tried to run were bitten, while those who tried to fight him were injured and still bitten. He was faster, stronger… My heart broke. My mother pulled me up to my feet now but the sudden weight on me threatened to pull me back down. She held me firmly With that, I drove my gaze across the chaotic scene now and tears streamed scantily out of my eyes as I watched the rest of the Feral’s join the scene to scourge the warriors more. But they didn’t even need to do much. Kiba was already reigning hell. He was the most aggressive thing I had ever seen on four limbs..

She swore that her future husband must never coward like him but a true fearless hero. She yelled at the groups of the thugs with a glaring eyes. "I'm warning you, get out of here and leave us alone! Or I'll call the police!" "Go ahead little darling! Do you think we'll let you go?" One of the thugs stepped forward and stretched out his hand trying to touch Kaye's face. Pak! Kaye slapped him in his face and her actions sent the rest of the thugs into a state of shocked. Never would that they have expected her to have the guts to lay her hands on him.

He pressed his foot on my knife laden back making them go deeper but I refused to show my pain I have never felt so helpless before My wolf refused to take over because of the wolfsbane and my human was fighting the pain My heeling power was stronger but this wolfsbane was blocking them Every cell in my body was engulfed in this burning ache but my face remained emotionless On seeing no reaction from my side he applied more weight on my back with his foot But little did he knew that it would take death for him to break me. Untill my last breath I will live as a fearless warrior

Shame and anger swallowed Thomas’s reason instantly. Then, he suddenly saw me stepping off the team bus. He froze, his chaotic eyes erupting with pure hatred, as if all misfortune had finally found a face. “Jane? It’s you… You’re watching me, laughing, right?!” He shoved the man aside and drew a rusty spring knife from his pocket, flicking out the blade. Dragging his broken legs, he charged at me in a twisted, insane rush. “I’ll kill you!” The team and security reacted immediately, easily subduing the frail, desperate man.