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“And then you walked straight into that valley to find it. Alone.” I closed my eyes. “Calla.” He turned my chin gently so I had to feel him there. “I don’t know what you meant to do with it. I won’t ask, not tonight. But you need to understand something. Touching that Book alone could have killed you. Just laying your hand on it. People with their full strength have gone mad from less. And you went to it half-dead already, with this curse in your blood that calls to it.” His jaw tightened against my temple. “You could have died the second you opened it.”

Her legs wrap around me, her fingers claw into my shoulders. I press her against the hidden door, crushing my body against hers. My tongue slides into her mouth, deep, rough, needy. She moans and meets me with equal hunger, her own tongue clashing with mine. I grip her hips, my hands roaming, desperate to touch, to claim. I will die without her, I thought. And it was true. I died the moment she was gone. But one touch of her lips, and it feels like I am back to life, back in this world.

In the haunting depths of his eyes, she glimpsed the dance of death itself, an unrestrained force ready to consume her existence. I am dead. *** Enjoyed the twist in Hazel and Wyatt's story? Share your thoughts and feedback! Follow me on In stagram - aditisaxenaofficial for more updates and explore my other captivating stories. I would recommend you to try WHEN A BULLY FALLS IN LOVE.

I leaned closer and whispered against the shell of her ear. “I don’t kill.” My fingers trailed down the center of her soaked dress until they reached the hem. I lifted it just enough to make her stiffen, then dragged one bloodstained finger along the soft skin of her inner thigh. “I torture. Slowly. Until you beg for death… and even then, I might not grant it.” She jolted beneath my touch, then tried to shove my hand away with every bit of strength she had left. I released her abruptly. She stumbled back, coughing hard, one hand flying to her throat as she scrambled to her feet.

Allowing just one finger to transform into my dragon claw, I created a small cut on the comatose man’s thumb, allowing a few drops of his blood to fall into the small black book in my hand. Journee is watching me, wide eyed with curiousity. Knowing her, a thousand questions must be flying through her mind, but she choses not to say a word. I do the same to Journee’s thumb, as her blood drops on to the blank page, a sizzle of smoke arises, and the book disappears. “What did you just do?” She finally asks. “Made you officially a divorced woman by Spirit Law.” I answer her smugly. “…that…was the book of Life and Death?” Seeing the twitch in the corners of her mouth, I know she is itching to bom

"How the hell did you think.. that in this magical world of Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, and Ghosts, I was gonna let my love for you drown away from your life so easily by just the death of my body?" He touched two of his fingers on her lips and kissed them. "Devil never dies, Sweetheart." Suddenly the clock chimed showing the time as four A. M. "Surprise.. surprise!" He smirked in an evil tone while turning and entering his hands in the pockets of his pants. "Time to meet, baby." ---- Hey Everyone! Thanks for reading. I hope my book kept you entertained till the end. If you've finished reading this book & want to know what happened next, you can find the second book in this series as Domi

On the day I got married, my father-in-law personally fastened an obsidian bead bracelet around my wrist. He looked at me and said, "Moses, from today on, you're one of the family. I'll treat you like my own." I had grown up in an orphanage and had never truly had a family of my own. Because of those words alone, I willingly married into the Zeigler family and wore that bracelet for six straight years. Even after it rubbed my wrist raw—leaving it swollen, ulcerated, and oozing with pus—I still could not bear to take it off. Everything changed the day I stopped by my childhood friend's antique and jewelry appraisal studio for a small get-together. The moment he saw my wrist, he turned grim

She had to know what her life had truly become. The study door loomed before her, polished dark wood, the brass handle glinting in the low light. Her hand hovered over it, trembling. The sound of the city below seemed to recede, replaced by the pounding of her heart. Finally, she turned the handle, gently at first, then pushed the door open. Inside, the room smelled faintly of sandalwood and something else, something metallic she couldn’t place. A tall bookshelf lined one wall, filled with leather-bound volumes that seemed innocent enough. The desk was pristine, papers neatly stacked. Nothing seemed amiss at first glance.

I remember what feelings used to taste like, but those bones have long been buried. And yet… There was something about the way she looked at me. Not prey, a threat. I smile to myself, teeth sharp behind it. Let's see what the records say. It doesn't resist me. The moment my fingers close around the spine, heat blooms beneath my cool skin. As I turn the book in my hand, the surface shifts, faint symbols bubbling to life beneath my touch, rising as bruises beneath her translucent flesh. And then, a name carves itself into existence across the cover.

Are you sure I can revive her completely, because I am smelling something pretty rotten," I mumbled sourly and covered my nose. He glared at me and entered the hut. He walked back out and tossed me a small book. "Read that first, while I gather the herbs we'll need," he said softly and headed into the greenery still naked. I opened the tiny book and was surprised by seeing sanskrit. It had been a very long time since I'd read the ancient script but it was coming back to me. I had to focus my light on the being I was wanting to bring back. I also had to offer a promise or gift to the Death God holding the soul, normally the one requesting the revival was the one responsible for payment. So Uk