Touched By Kallure Novels & Stories

A sharp hiss escaped his teeth as the sensation of her touch against his flesh sent a jolt through him. “Hurt?” he repeated, his voice strained. “It feels like you are touching fire, but it is not pain– not exactly. It’s– a reminder.” His crimson eyes watched her hand move over the dark marks, mesmerized by the contrast between her soft skin and the living corruption crawling across his chest. The darkness inside him seemed to writhe under her touch, reacting to the human warmth pressed against it. “Don’t,” he warned through gritted teeth, though his hand camp up to cover hers instead of pushing her away. “You have no idea what you are doing. This thing– it feeds on human touch. It is trying

He sat on the edge of the mattress, his large hands slowly massaging the tight muscles of my calf, his scent of pine and raw mate-heat filling my head until my thighs felt heavy and warm. "Are you close with him?" Kaelen asked suddenly, his grip tightening just a fraction. "No," I whispered, looking up into his dark, jealous eyes. "Then why are you letting him touch your borders, Lyra?" Kaelen growled, his face leaning down until his lips almost brushed mine, his possessive aura suffocating me. "Because he didn't reject me when I was bleeding," I hissed back, my hand flying to his chest to push him away.

But I take it anyway. I walk in, my knees hitting the cold tiles as I kneel in front of him. The icy spray from the shower shocks my skin, makes me flinch, but the moment I feel the heat radiating from his body, the cold is forgotten. My trembling hand lifts. I touch the tip of his cock. “Fuck, Calla,” he snarls through gritted teeth, voice jagged. His body jerks under my touch. “Stay the fuck away before I do something I’ll regret.”

Adhara’s entire body ached. She hated Jarckon for forcing her to have sex with him. Tears blurred her vision as anger burned within—she wanted to kill him, to tear his bones to pieces. She picked her clothes off the floor and dressed herself. Jarckon sat on the couch, arms resting lazily, his gaze fixed on her. He still savored the memory of her soft body, smooth skin, and the scent that had driven him wild. Her lips had tasted like sweet candy, her breasts making his pulse race.

Touching it means instant, murderous rage. To anyone else, Kael wasn’t a ‘man.’ He was a walking shadow, a hole in reality. He flickered in and out of existence, sucking in all light and sound around him. That ‘glowing crack’ wasn’t a decoration. It was a raw, open wound on his very soul. It pulsed with pure, concentrated hatred—enough to kill a god. And now, because a human touched it, that hatred was about to explode. "Whoa," I breathed. "This cosplay is insane."

The silence was sacred—broken only by the faint rustle of water and the growing rhythm of their breathing. Kael's hand, still under the water, gently, almost reverently, caressed Rea's thigh. His touch felt like a promise—unhurried, unclaiming, but filled with attentive primal force. Rea's body responded with a soft tremble. Her hips, as if instinctively seeking the demon's touch, began to move again—but now it wasn't playful. It was... inviting.

His touch was electric. "I think I just broke the world, Calhoun, all of this is my fault." I whispered, looking at my hands. They were still glowing faintly, the veins beneath my skin shimmering like moonlight trapped in glass. "No," Calhoun growled, his eyes darkening with a possessive heat. "You just claimed it." I turned to Derrick. Bella was kneeling in the dirt stitching him up. He looked small and for the first time since I’d known him, the Golden Alpha looked like a shattered toy.

I was a vessel of white-hot seed, my body trembling with the weight of their combined legacy. Finally, they withdrew. The sensation of their departure made me feel cold and hollow, the thick ribbons of their cum trickling out of my pussy and ass, pooling on the ritual stones. Callum stepped forward, looking down at my ruined, flushed body with a dark, satisfied smirk. He reached down and wiped a smear of cum from my thigh, then licked his finger. "Two holes down," Callum whispered, his voice a promise of further ruin. "But I haven't had my turn yet. And I prefer the throat."

The noise stopped in my head but one question popped up, why did the girl sit behind me where there were so many vacant chairs inside? The question faded when I realized that was not my concern. So, I went back to reading until such time I finished doing my research. When I was done, I gathered all the books I took, I even fixed my jacket. When I was about to bring them back to the shelves, I stood up and carried them when accidently, the girl and I bumped to each other. So, technically, he touched me, I touched her. Due to excessive fear combined with surprise, I froze like I was under a spell wherein I was motionless. I could not even breathe; the fact that we touched each other, for sure,

Torvald asked. “Lestat gathered that much,” Lautari said. “Good. Snip the bond,” Torvald said, stepping away from Jessica so that his enchantress could do her work. “What if it does not kill him?” Lautari questioned. “Why don’t you let me worry about that,” Torvald said and sank his teeth into Jessica’s palm. “Mmm,” he sounded, enjoying her blood. “All yours,” Torvald said after drinking his fill.