Novelas y relatos de Tainted

He sighed. “Then who will run the guild? It cannot be you.” Tarek wrinkled his nose. “You have been tainted. Sarael, as you have pointed out, is tainted too. And we already know Isis was born tainted.” This time it wasn’t me who hit him. It was Khalid. “My mate told you to watch your mouth. There is nothing wrong with Aunt Sarael being with a werewolf. There is nothing wrong with my sister being a hybrid beyond what your previous daughter had to do to conceive her.” Khalid glared.

I confess. As we walk to the cashier, I'm glad to notice that here is no existing line, because that is literally all I need right now to push me closer to the verge of an upcoming mental breakdown. "Hello, I'm Stacey, what can I get for you today?" The cashier asks, taking our order. She has the brightest smile that is quite ironic for her appearance. Stacey's appearance is one that society would label as a goth. She has lip-, nose- and ear piercings, bright red hair, black eyeliner, finished off with a black matte lip. Her tattoos can be seen poking out from under the neckline of her shirt. Society has boxed people like her into a category that makes us believe that she would be mean, unca

Tierra sighed, carefully sneaking out the room, not wanting to wake the others up. Damien Damien sighed as he turned over, trying to sleep. He felt guilty about what had happened. He looked at his side, watching Lauren as she slept peacefully, the sheets covering her naked body. Damien let out a another sigh. After beating poor Tierra almost to death Lauren dragged him to his room so that he could make it up her. In other words, 'make love to her'. Damien didn't look at it as making love. To him it was just meaningless sex.

It was so obvious, still I spoke what was on my mind every single time, and I knew I was falling straight into her trap. I didn't mind though. It would only make the night a lot more fun, and I was always up for anything fun. Anything that would take my mind away from the fact that I was practically a living corpse is always welcomed. "I love to play with humans, you'll find that they can be quite gullible and easily manipulated," I told her. She asked for it and there it was, the plain truth and nothing but the truth, served on a hot plate of garlic… yes I was not a fan of garlic, but it was a personal choice, not that it would kill me if I dared to take it.

Oh god, she thought when she saw Moore trying to stop his smirk. “It’s not that. It’s just advisable for them to not get the ladies pregnant but a few.. slips were made and we can’t tell the humans why they shouldn’t birth them and the human females gets very mad when the Pures tries to convince them to stop the birth so, that’s how the Tainted came to be.” He explained.

the fucking smell was so good, it drove him mad. He growled loudly and hit his hands on the steering wheel. He had to text Drayer to get him with some emergency bullshit to get him out of the situation. It was a code blueberry. The word was fucking stupid and it caused his lip to lift even as anger rolled over him in waves. Since junior high if one of them needed pulling out of a sinking ship of any kind all they had to do was give the 'code blueberry' to the other and the shit was on.

“The hybrid nature resists corruption differently than pure specimens.” The next phase involved corrupted water — not just holy water, but something worse. Each drop that touched my skin hissed and smoked, eating through supernatural defenses like acid. They kept me suspended in it for hours, letting the corruption seep deeper. “Your mate's mark is weakening,” Vivian taunted, tracing the scarring on my neck. “Soon there'll be nothing left of your precious bonds.” She was right. I could barely feel Kane anymore through our connection. The corruption was spreading through our mating marks, tainting everything it touched.

Red nodes mark vulnerabilities throughout the system. Labeled methodically: Implanted. Exploited. Bleeding. Then audio crackles to life through hidden speakers. Evangeline's voice, unmistakable. "Lucas is almost ready. He's fully isolated from former allies. Once we trigger the Singapore press scandal, his board will fold like a house of cards. He won't survive the fallout—legally or emotionally. The evidence is positioned perfectly. He'll lose everything. Just as planned." A male voice responds, distorted but carrying a familiar cadence that makes Lucas's blood freeze in his veins.

There were so many of them. “Those tainted wolves are demons, whose only goal is to hunt and kill, and we all fall victim to their attacks. Those bitten by the Tainted are at risk of becoming one of them, and that is most of us. The rest were injured by the tainted, and are either waiting for a cure or death,” I sucked in a breath as I listened to her. This was news to me, and I wasn’t sure what to do, because I hadn’t forgotten that I’d fallen into a trap.

Her lashes lifted, slow, heavy, and then she blinked once. Corantin. The name itself felt dirty. It was an illegal substance that had been banned in this pack for years, outlawed for good reason. It was an interrogation tool meant to crack open the mind and leave it raw. Everyone had their limits to what they could tolerate before they broke. Corantin helped to accomplish that goal because of the amount of pain it caused. Someone had smuggled it into this pack, and then it was used on her. Each person involved would be held accountable. No way in fuck was I letting this go.