The Black Sparrow Ao3 Novels & Stories

No ice unless she _called_ it. Four was _gone_. From _her_. “He _took_ it,” she whispered, touching Rylan’s cheek. “He took _all_ of him. So I could be _me_.” Her voice broke. “Why?” Kieran didn’t have an answer. Because we all knew. _Seven_. _The last_. _The strongest_. _The vessel_. --- *Hour 19* Rylan opened his eyes. Not blue. Not silver. _Black_. Void. _Four_.

I thought about all of them and then I set every single one of those thoughts aside because the woman sitting in this chair couldn't afford to feel anything right now. "No," I said. My voice was level. My hands were still. My eyes held Thorne's without wavering. "My relationship with Dante and Mateo Blackwell was familial and often hostile. When my mother mated their father, both brothers made it clear they resented our presence in their home. The first several months at Nightshade were difficult. They were grieving their mother and I was recovering from a traumatic rejection at Riverbend. We were not close." "And the rumors?" Beta Crest spoke for the first time. His voice was thinner than T

Nevaeh nods tearfully, her shoulders shaking with her sobs. Tired of waiting, Lukan shoves my head down. Excruciating pain explodes across my back. My vision blurs, and nausea gathers in my stomach as my wings are being cut from my body. I try to stifle my screams, but the pain is unbearable. The metallic taste of blood saturates my taste buds. It's excruciating. Falling forward, I try to straighten my arms, but they buckle. Choking on my blood, I give Nevaeh a reassuring look, but my vision blurs, and my body quakes. The sound of something falling near my shoulder startles me from my pain. It’s one of my wings. Vision wavering, I crawl to Nevaeh and touch her foot. My ears thrum, and my bod

My chest burned with a thousand contradictions. Why do I still want him? Why does my body beg for the man I should despise? Raven Blackwood’s POV: She zoned out. The look in her eyes was gone. ‘Valerie.’ I cursed under my breath and thrusted deeper. She winced a little, her eyes focusing on mine. I exhaled a breath in relief. She was fine. I reached out and pinched her beautiful nipples. Her mouth covered my dick was the most beautiful sight that was no longer my imagination.

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

“We don’t have the number for that. I can’t risk the lives we do have on a maybe.” “Don’t worry too much. We’ll keep in touch, Gray. You know you’ll always have us as allies, no matter where you are,” Delia tells him, her voice softer now. I start walking again, making sure to walk in the direction of their voices. Their scents. Earth and sweet and spice and sage. As I get closer I hear a snap from underneath my foot, and look up to see Gray’s usual blue eyes flashing yellow. He blinks and shoots me a fake grin.

she murmured. They stepped out into the daylight. “Sparrow is my third monster,” Dove said stoically. “He is not a man to anger, and he expects you to do what you’re meant to and do it well, but he will not hurt you without purpose. Unlike others,” her voice was haunted. “Who are angry that they are prisoners and are resentful that they are forced to breed. They hurt you because they can.” “Sparrow is a monster? I mean, yeah, obviously,” Lyric amended. “But I thought figuratively.”

"His aura... it didn't feel like an Alpha. It felt like... like a blight." "It's the first Alpha," I panted, my boots skidding on the stone steps as we reached the upper levels of the watchtower. "The demon that founded the Blackthorn line. It’s inside him, Kaelen. It’s controlling the possessive instinct. It wants Marta dead. It wants me dead." We burst through the tower’s exit door into the freezing night. The blizzard had passed, leaving behind a stark, moonlit wasteland of deep snow and jagged blue shadows. The main hold was a quarter-mile away, its high wooden watchtowers gleaming under the stars.

“That’s because you are owned. Completely. No one else will ever touch you. No one else will ever see you glowing like this. You’re mine to breed. Mine to ruin. Mine to love in the darkest ways.” Raven smiled through her exhaustion, guiding his hand lower so he could feel the constant leaking of his cum from her pussy. Even after such an intense session, the hormones kept her aching for more. But for now, she was content to lie there in his arms, bloated and marked, glowing with pregnancy and his possession. Outside, the new blackmailer and old enemies still lurked. But in this bedroom, under the soft moonlight, nothing else existed. Only Damien, Raven, their growing baby, and the endless, f

I yell at him, feeling completely embarrassed. "Go back where you came from, you fat-ass cow. No one wants you here," she hisses at me. I'm about to respond, but I feel something sliding down my forehead. I raise my trembling hand to touch it. When I pull it away, I see that my fingers are covered in blood.