The Bite Of 87 Real Novels & Stories

Details so ordinary they hurt. “We’re late,” her mother said through tears, voice splintered into glass. “You’re late, baby—” Something uncoiled behind her like a shadow learning to smile. Jade didn’t blink. Breath in for four. Hold. Out for four. She pressed her bleeding thumb harder to the copper rim. “Not just at it,” she whispered to the coin. “Around it.”

After being friends for so long, one would think it would be easy, but the truth of the matter was that in front of him she felt forever exposed. What had he done to steal her heart and cause her to think of no one but him? She squinted through the bright rays of light reflected by the water and focused on him. His head was tilted down, his teeth biting at his lip as he worked the worm onto the hook. His dark brown hair was a disheveled mess and his strong masculine features were contorted in concentration, highlighting a wicked hot mouth that she was dying to kiss.

“Do you think this paranormal is real?” Trisha and Dalett looked puzzled. “Paranormal?” Dalett asked, leaning in to examine the bite on Selena’s hand. “Oh my gosh, Selena, did Jade bite you? Have you told your mom? It looks deep; you should see a doctor.” Selena pulled away from them, tugging her clothes down to cover the bite. “No, Jade didn’t bite me.” Trisha asked, “Then who did? It’s a deep cut.”

These bitten born were something in between against the laws of nature, and against the laws of the bitten. More than a few times, a pregnant woman had been attacked, and her child turned inside of her. It is not known how these children were able to be turned without ingesting the blood of the bitten. Written in history there is a tale of a born bitten whom had never received the blood mark. This being is said to be of two pure bloodlines, to inherent great power, power of which no one can speak to the extent. This pure blood born individual, is said to have the power to remove night from our curse.

"I did. Maybe karma is now punishing me for my sins. I think the guy had prosthetic fangs. Once he put his teeth into my neck, my whole body was on fire... not in a good way." I know exactly what Lena is talking about, all too well. It's the bite of a werewolf. "They weren't prosthetic fangs, Lena. They were real," I tell her gravely. She shifts in her bed. "No way. How could fangs be real in a human? Since it was Halloween, he was probably—" "Listen, Lena. Whoever bit you isn't human. He's a werewolf. And so are we."

Because she smiled. Not the practiced one. Not the painted, perfumed, velvet-coated thing they all expected. This was the real one. The smile that came with her blood. With her lineage. With her power. And then she bit. Not playful. Not inviting. Not teasing. She bit down into his throat with the force of a creature that had once been hunted—but remembered how to hunt back. There was no scream. Just a wet crunch. His body spasmed once. Twice. Then fell still.

"Stop thinking." His hand slides from my hip to the small of my back, pulling me closer. His other hand cups the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair. The bond hums between us, loud and insistent, and my body responds without my permission—arching into him, seeking more contact, more scent, more everything. "This is just the Heat," I whisper. "This isn't real." "This is the Heat," he agrees. "But the bond is real. The bite is real. You and I—we're real. Whether you like it or not."

"Alice!" "Woof! Woof! Woof!" I was okay, but my daughter had been bitten right through the thigh. Was my rebirth for nothing? Could I really not change anything? Despair flooded over me as I crawled toward her. I held her tightly and called her name repeatedly. Just then, the wail of sirens finally filled the air. Alice was rushed into the emergency room for stitches. Meanwhile, Thomas stood a short distance away. He was talking on the phone, his face lit up in excitement.

"They're not your friends?" "Don't get in the way if you want to live." The man pulled me violently and with his great strength I ended up on the right side behind him in a place where the monsters couldn't reach me. Three more tried to rush us, but they didn't do anything the way the crazy man kicked. If his behavior wasn't bad I might have applauded him. I thought he was winning consecutively, but my eyes widened when he bit his shoulder. I heard him scream in pain.

Luca’s first Omega heat, in the clearing, my bite on his neck how the bond flared to life the memory played, but overlaid with a cold analysis. I saw the bond not as a brilliant cord, but as a silver wire and a bronze wire, forcibly twisted together by an outside jolt of energy. My bite glowed where they touched, but the ends… the ends were rough, messy, and not seamlessly joined. “A manufactured connection, triggered by an artificial means.” The voice said, using our own tones. “A very clever stitch.” It chuckled “But a stitch nonetheless.” “It’s real to us.” Luca shot back, his voice shaking. “The feeling is real!”