The Bite Of 87 Real Novels & Stories

“And they’ve felt the bond too. Whatever is coming… it’s not human. And it’s close.” I swallowed, my hand instinctively brushing the bite on my shoulder. Heat radiated from it like wildfire. My body screamed in recognition, in longing, in fear. I wanted him. I wanted to run. I wanted to fight. And above all… I wanted to know if he would accept me, fully, despite the lies, the stolen bite, the betrayal that had marked every step of my life. But before I could ask, a low rustle came from the treeline outside, and I froze. Shadows shifted unnaturally.

All the while, he spun a silver lighter between his fingers, as if he were performing a trick. Across from him sat two of his friends. One of them was Marcus Thorne, the top student in the school. He was strikingly handsome even by movie-star standards. The other was Asher Prescott, the school bully who had never lost a fight and whom even teachers avoided. "I want to dump Sabrina," Caleb said lightly, as if he were talking about something trivial.

Or both. “Stay,” I rasp against her ear. “That’s a fucking order, Sienna.” I can’t do the full bite. That’d kill her faster than whatever’s already eating her alive. So I do the stupid, reckless, half-measure thing. I bite her shoulder. It hits her like a live wire. For one heartbeat, there is nothing. Then the bond snaps taut—violent and ugly, as if someone has tied our souls together with razor wire and yanked.