Novel & Cerita Tainted

The tablet slipped from Victor’s hand, clattering loudly onto the floor, the screen cracking into a web of lines. The room seemed to lose all its oxygen. Victor stood completely frozen, his arms hanging lifelessly at his sides. The foreign, terrifyingly beautiful feelings of vulnerability, tenderness, and love he had allowed himself to experience over the last few days didn't just fade; they violently combusted. They morphed instantly, violently, into a blinding, feral rage.

The silver Crescent Moon mark on his forearm was no longer just silver; it was webbed with angry, pulsing veins of dark crimson. The "Tainted Ichor" he had pulled from the survivors was a living thing. It didn't just sit in his veins; it argued with his blood. It was a parasitic frequency, a "backdoor" the Council had used to turn his people into puppets, and now Elias was the only thing holding that door shut.

"Everything is in pieces and you are the common variable in all of it and you cannot see it clearly because the curse will not let you see it clearly." "So you're going to drug me," I say. "I'm going to remove your ability to lie for approximately twelve hours," she says. "Not a compulsion. A removal of filter. You'll say what you mean and mean what you say and the curse will not be able to use the gap between those things to do damage." "And the cost," I say. "Physical pain when you resist it," she says. "Which you will. And which will be educational." I look at the vial.

I waited for Travis to run, to do anything but stand there and stare at me. Maybe he didn't understand. I had to make him understand this madness inside me. Once he did, he'd he disgusted, he would push me away, tell everyone on the team. And it would serve me right. "One more taste would cure me." I told him. "But it would also ruin me further, and it's cruel torture knowing that you don't feel any of this. That I'm the only one with this...this plague." "You're_" I cut him off with a bitter laugh. "Don't patronise me, Moore. I'm not asking you for anything. You wanted the truth. Well, here it is. Don't worry, you can have your perfect girlfriend, your perfect life."

But before he could touch it, the system rejected him. ACCESS DENIED. He tried again. ACCESS DENIED. His face twisted with rage. “You think this changes anything?” I looked at him. “Yes.” “Why?” “Because you wanted my blood.” I stepped closer. “And now my blood wants you.” Gabriel froze. The system suddenly displayed: TARGET IDENTIFIED. GABRIEL VALE. ORIGINAL BLOODLINE CORRUPTOR. PURGE AUTHORIZATION AVAILABLE. Gabriel’s eyes widened. “No.” I stared at the screen.

I relished the fire, already getting hot all over. Fuck, she was trouble and I needed so badly to take control of this. Of whatever this was. Before I do something I won’t be able to undo. Before this stops being jealousy…or reconciliation… and turning into something far more dangerous.

Aspen wants one thing only; freedom. Freedom to learn, to choose a life of her own. Omegas never receive the opportunities that their Alpha and Beta counterparts do. When she enters Ulfhedinn Academy under the guise of a beta student, her co-ed roommate Luca becomes suspicious of her. What will the two uncover about one another, and themselves…

My crimson lip stain was smudged and smeared. “Did Ronan lay his hands on you?” Tarian’s voice dropped into a dangerous, guttural rumble. Heat rushed up my neck. My wolf whimpered under my skin, torn between shame and a primal, unwanted longing. “Do not speak his name. Just drive!” Tarian snapped his jaw shut, his knuckles turning white against the steering wheel as I scrambled into the passenger seat and pulled the belt tight. “Do you have any idea what Seraphina Ravenshade leaked to me before we left Frostfang Hollow?” Tarian asked, slamming the shift into gear.

CHAPTER TWELVE LUCIAN CASTIEL ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Devin was the only one person who could disturb me on my fucking wedding night and get away with it. Alive. As annoyed as I was about it, it was some serious issue, related to work. There was a traitor amongst us. The newly designed A-12 was a new idea, a small explosive that could be shaped into just about any structure. It was supposed to be our new invention. Except that the traitor amongst us already sold that piece of information. To our enemies, Vladimir Petrov. And today, they are launching it. my very own creation. Stolen!

babe, I am not in support of this situation but you saw it coming. you saw how he treated people below his social class. what made you think you are any different? even if you are, does the same occur to your family? you should know that you will have issues of indifference." "so now, it's my fault, huh?" "I am not blaming you girl! there is no guide in living in this world. we are just making decisions and if it turns out bad, we learn from our mistakes. all I am saying is that what you have is beautiful.