Tainted Series Novels & Stories

“I, Levana Mckenna, accept your rejection.” I fell to the ground just as I heard the mate bond snap. Beta had been secretly monitoring my unexplained blackouts with a sense of concern and understanding. His decision to keep this information to himself assures me of his loyalty and compassion. Even though I had been absent minded during the meeting, I still remembered that the blood moon day was tonight. Alessandro POV

He said with a calm look. "Well, to start with, it has to do with Winters, you know that for the past two weeks he has been pissing me off way more, saying that I'm hiding something and he knows what it is, right?" Aidan nodded. "He does know, he found out that I'm still a virgin" The red-haired boy said frustrated. "Oh shit and now he's trying to blackmail you?" Aidan said with concern in his eyes. "That's what I thought he would do, but he proposed to teach me good things and I think he means that thing, you know? But I said to him that I'm not gay and he freaking pinned me to a wall to prove me wrong"

Erya fell on the ground with a thud and there came a point where she opened her eyes but never got to close them again on her own. Cia's glossy eyes flooded with tears by watching another person turning lifeless before her. Why did their love have to cost them so many lives? Why was it tainting them so badly? Shutting her eyes, she buried herself in his arms. Zale, whose eyes were fixed on Erya's soulless eyes, finally darted towards Cia when she caged him firmly. A vulnerable sigh escaped from his mouth because now he himself didn't know that was that game of getting tainted with the blood of their closed ones was ever going to end or it was going to end only with their own blood?

There’s a feel to him,” Damonq stated. Gary nodded. “The longer the splinter is in someone, even if he isn’t using it – and I suspect he can’t help himself, he has a toy and he’d want to play with it – the taint grows. Damonq has felt him as well. I think, between the two of us, we should be able to rule out his victims or at least narrow our suspect list.” “Start with me,” Valentine insisted, looking not to the healer or Damonq but instinctively to Tensel. “And then Liv.”

"What's so mysterious?" I reached out and lifted the lid. Nestled inside was an exquisite suit. Under the sunlight streaming through the windows, every thread shimmered with an ever-shifting rainbow of colors, and countless micro-diamonds were meticulously embedded into every seam and detail. My breath caught in my throat. I had genuinely believed that the billion-dollar custom tuxedo I had commissioned was the pinnacle of luxury and elegance, but compared to the masterpiece before me, it suddenly looked dull and utterly outclassed.

I didn’t even have a comeback for it. So I deflected instead. “Can I ask you something?” His chest vibrated with a hum, “Hmm,” My eyes wandered across his bare top. “How come you don’t have even a single tattoo on you? I thought all the Mafias do.” I’d been wanting to ask that when I first saw his clean hands, but after seeing his top today… I was even more surprised at how clean he was without a single dot of ink on it. “First of all tesoro, I’m not a Mafia lord. Junior is. I’m a businessman. And are you sure you want to know?” He asked. I paused playing with our fingers, “Yes,”

Disgust curled through Marcus. Love made people reckless, he knew that better than most. But it didn’t excuse treason. He wasn’t out there kidnapping Dani and tying her up in a dungeon, taking her against her will until she gave in and became his. The young vampire had been well within his rights to be angry. If Chambers had followed protocol, he would have taught the fledgling the rules, and the League could have handled that. Instead, he’d created a murderer. “I can tell you more,” Chambers gasped. “I can still be useful.”

I eyed the golden watch on the table, pretending to be interested in something else while inching closer to the table. I knew it was wrong to steal but I couldn’t help it. I was hungry and I didn’t want to die. I couldn't afford to hesitate. I moved closer, each step calculated. Something in my head whispered caution, but hunger roared just a little louder. I could nearly hear the eulogy now: Artemis Vincent, dead at 22 because she was too virtuous to swipe a watch left behind by some rich guy.

The screen stabilized, the black background fading away to leave two massive, blood-red letters glowing in the center of the terminal: T. S. My nails bit into my palms so hard I broke the skin, the scent of my own blood hitting my nose. Torrent Shadow. The phantom hacker who had vanished from the global underground five years ago. The one who had cracked the Lycan Council's private vaults. The one everyone assumed was a myth, or dead. I was Torrent Shadow. But I wasn't touching a keyboard. "A ghost from the past," Lucien muttered, his eyes narrowing into slits as he stared at the red letters. "The phantom."

The heavy weight of their endless passion had settled into a deep, serene calm. "Come here, Tigritsa," a deep, bedroom-rough growl echoed through the steamy mist of the master bathroom. Serena stood beneath the wide waterfall showerhead, the hot water cascading over her shoulders and down her back, washing away the residual exhaustion of the past thirty-six hours. Before she could answer, Victor stepped into the spacious glass enclosure. His towering, scarred frame was completely bare, his dark tattoos glistening under the running water.