Tainted Novels & Stories

Its eight arms lay limp and lifeless, with faint, burnt-green glowing marks scattered across its body, like embers of a dying fire. They all observed the creature in silence, the only sound the soft hum of the chandeliers above. "Is it not?..." Wren asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, it is," July answered her voice firm, before the young queen could complete her words. "One of the Tainted of the Destroyer."

He licked his lower lip even though he wasn’t straight. “You look delicious, baby!” Stones of guilt burdened my conscience. I wanted to set this canvas on fire. It was unethical to use someone’s picture without their consent. “Anyway, get up, babygirl, I have a lot to show you, this loft is all huge, my legs would hurt so bad! Oh my Mikey!” Benji’s emotional side took over him and I followed him for whatever he had to show me; which was the whole loft apparently.

Hope scoffed. “This magnitude?” Zira gulped. Hope’s eyes softened as she looked at the terrified expression on Zira’s face. “The Hauser family is furious about the theft. They will look to make an example not only out of the culprit but of anyone they deemed at fault. This will at the very least have a heavy jail sentence. Obviously expulsion from the university. Plus a black mark on your record preventing you from being accepted at any other prestigious school.”

“I don’t understand” Hector squats in front of Loyalty and takes the ring from her hand. “Amory, it means because a love like ours is just as rare. Titanium is a virtually indestructible metal once it’s set, while blue diamonds are the rarest diamonds to find, and so are pink sapphires”, he explains to her. “Oh”, she says quietly as she takes the ring back from him and begins crying in Nina’s arms again.

Of course, the ancient would have a hidden horror book in his personal damn throne in his personal damn vault! It was clear that the writing wasn’t normal ink and it had to be some kind of tattoo. I studied the first page, which seemed to be some kind of drawing of a tree. The ink had faded in some places, but I could still make out the tree. The next page was a very bad drawing of what seemed to be a witch and I could only imagine the circular image to be a cauldron of sorts! That was it! This was what we had been looking for all this time! I quickly paged to the next page. It was covered in symbols I had never seen before which I could only guess was the spell … Could this be the unlinking

Cain took the glass from my hands and placed it down next to me on the countertop, seeking my full attention. "The part about where I said I'd killed every woman whom I've ever slept with," he said. "So you didn't kill them?" I asked. He took a deep breath, obviously trying to figure out how to explain himself. "I did," he admitted. My eyebrows furrowed. "Wait," I said, holding a hand up. "What exactly are you trying to clarify? It just seems like you're reiterating what you've already said." "Remember how I told you that Vampirism is a communicable disease? That it enters the body like a virus through an open wound?" He asked.

He looked up and saw two uniformed policemen standing over him, poking and prodding him with their batons, smiling at each other. Kyle tried to remember what happened, how he’d got here. He remembered reporting to Rexius. Then being grabbed, being tied down. Then, the acid. He reached up and felt one side of his face, and it felt normal. Then he reached up and felt the other—and the pain came flooding back. He could feel the contours, the horrible scars, the disfiguration. They had branded him with Ioric acid. A punishment reserved for traitors. He, Kyle, the man who had been loyal to his coven for thousands of years. For one small mistake. It was unthinkable. Kyle felt the pain welling up o

His breath hitched, and for a long moment, the night held them — two souls who had clawed their way through hell to find heaven in each other’s arms. And then he whispered, his voice low but sure: “Darkness. Demons. Damnation. That’s what I was made of once. which Tainted my Desires” “But I’ve learned something, Castelle… even tainted hearts can crave light. Even the damned can choose redemption.” Castelle’s eyes shimmered. “And the demons?” Kane smiled faintly, glancing down at their children sleeping soundly at her side. “The demons,” he said softly, “learned to bow to love.”

Her voice laced with the same venom. "You’re filth, Sloane. You hear me? You’re ruined. What man would ever want something that dirty? The least you can do for this family is agree to go with them.” My throat tightens. My fingers begin to tremble. The edges of the room start to blur. Tainted. That word echoes like a gunshot in my skull. I blink and the room comes back into focus. My chest heaves with shallow breaths and I feel the sting before I feel the tears. One drop falls, then another. Then they just… won’t stop.

“The blood was not fully hers. It was contaminated.” “Contaminated how? What does that even mean?” Davin shook his head. “My son said he has never seen anything like it. It wasn’t purely a wolf. It carried traces of something… altered. Almost like the wolf was mutated .” A chill ran down my spine. “A feral?” “Possibly,” Thane said. “Or something worse.” Rafael replied quietly. “But if it was a feral, Alpha… then that is truly terrible news.”