The One Who Shall Grip Novels & Stories

A smile made it's way to her lips and her stomach flipped as hope sprang in her heart. "Turn around." He ordered and Maris was placed on Linda's back again. The crickets chipped and owls hooted, making the place more creepier than it was. They stopped at another destination and the bushes snapped, followed by the thumping of feet. Suddenly, a well built man stepped out of the bush, a blue crown resting on his head and a staff in his hand. He was shirtless and had great biceps that would have had Maris drooling if the situation wasn't serious. His eyes were shut and Maris glanced below his waist–he had on a mini material covering his groin like some kind of panties with a familiar symbol.

I drove my elbow toward his ribs. He caught it, his fingers biting into my flesh. “There’s a spark,” he breathed, his face close, eyes alight with a cruel delight. “But a spark is not a fire.” He used his grip to hurl me sideways. I let myself fall, rolling through the dirt and coming up in a crouch. He was already there. He grabbed the front of my tunic, yanking me up. For a second, I was pinned against him, his scent of leather and cold power all around me.

"Seems like we're going to have a 5-star meal tonight." Primo, still not aware, felt someone gripped both his wrist and arm. He was terribly surprised to see two men gripping his arms. "W-what a-are you doing s-sir? Let me go!" he pleaded feeling his body tense. His voice quivering and his whole body trembling. "Shhh calm down sweetie..." Primo shivered and wriggled hoping he can escape but he was held by two strong guys. Then the guy in front came close to him and touch Primo's face softly.

He grabs my arm and has me against the wall as I make anxious efforts to free myself, he keeps tightening his grip. It was weird that his grip was strong but his hands were soft. He looks straight into my eyes and holds me in a compelling stare. I badly want to look away but if I do, it would mean a victory for him. I’m also afraid that if I keep looking, I could get lost in his gaze. I could forget myself. His eyes were hypnotizing, all he had to do was to tell me to jump and I am scared to admit that I will ask how high. He rakes his eyes all over my body and growls into my ears.

"You can’t keep me here." He moved faster than I expected, closing the distance between us in an instant. His hand shot out, grabbing my wrist as I tried to retreat further. His grip was unyielding, his skin warm against mine. "Watch me," he growled, his voice filled with a chilling certainty. "I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you with me, even if it means locking you up."

When I see Reese Chapman again, it is exactly three years after I sever our mate bond. It is also the third year since I completely seal my wolf and hide at the edge of the Shadow pack territory, living as an insignificant healer. Tonight, the air in the clinic feels heavy and icy under his overwhelming aura. He carries a lightly injured female companion in his arms and forcibly takes over the best VIP ward in the clinic. During my shift, he summons me three times through his guards. The first time, he coldly orders, "There are wolfsbane fragments on the bedsheets. Change them." I send an apprentice herbalist to handle it. Two hours later, he has a nurse relay another order. "The smell

That tamed my spirit even more. That bitch grabbed my arm and hauled me to him. The grip was hell tight that I had to hiss at her for that behaviour. You deserve this tight grip. I didn’t understand why this voice sounded true at some point. But humanly I didn’t deserve what I imagined could happen next.

These guys deserve death and that’s what they will get when I. “What are you doing?” A voice demanded me and I jerked around to find the guy who had been staring at me back in the club hall, now right behind me. He opened his mouth to speak again and I quickly trapped the sound with my hands, covering it over his mouth. What the fuck was wrong with this guy? Does he have a death wish cause that's exactly what's going to happen if these monsters hear us? A loud yelp escaped me when I felt a sharp pain in my palm and I wrenched my hand away from his mouth. The idiot just bit me!

I'm frozen in my spot, my arm's stiff in his harsh grip. His fingers on my skin is more than I can handle, the sickening warmth makes my stomach twist and I try to pull my hand from his grasp. He flashes his eyes on me and I can see the beast behind those icy orbs. ''Stop''. One single word and I still. I'm powerless. Scared. One two three. I will vomit right here on his bed if he won't let go. One two three, I count eagerly.

I would rather take the chance of possibly crashing into Roman than having him take that poison in his body. I leap at Riva at last, but she catches me midair, wrapping her arms around my middle. I must admit, if her arms were longer, I would have died already. Her grip is stronger than anything I ever felt. Even though her arms are not wound around me completely, I can still feel the pressure on my ribs, on my guts. I can feel her cold skin and her inexplicable strength. "Get out of her grip," my wolf instructs me, so I buck my body to loosen Riva's hold on me. It works, but she's still holding on pretty tightly. "She will squeeze you to death.”