Touched By Kallure Novels & Stories

He told me gently and I removed my hands, crying terribly. He touched my cheek which was more swollen now and it had turned so red because of the harsh collision. He quickly went inside the bathroom and came back with the first aid kit. He opened the box and took out a cold gel cream. He started applying it on my face tenderly while I kept wincing in pain with every touch. When I looked at him properly, I noticed how close his handsome face was to mine and my cheeks flushed and I looked away from him. He closed the box and went to keep it back inside the bathroom while I started to think why did he come into my room?

Her mind instantly reminisced the reason behind this condition of her mouth, and it burnt a new flame of tears in her already glistening eyes. Collecting water on her palm, Allura aggressively started wiping her mouth and lips with it, because she didn't want even his essence to linger on her skin. It was a sin. It was forbidden. He touched her against her consent. His touch had tormented her. He snatched her first kiss from her. His closeness had tainted her. His essence had demolished her.

“You’re supposed to be…” “Dead. Gone?” Kale said. “I was. You made sure of it.” “I didn’t” Ronan’s jaw clenched. “You were the traitor.” Kale stepped down from the altar. “I was the realist.” Lyra felt her stomach twist. The magic in the air—it was wrong. Familiar. And then she saw it: Kale’s hands were inked in Hollowborn runes. Old blood. Same as hers. “You have her magic,” he said slowly. “How?”

"Please, Your Highness, I don't know why these things keep happening. I'm trying my best." Alaric's anger seemed to falter, replaced by a flicker of something Kael couldn't quite decipher. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Kael's cheek. "Don't cry," he murmured, his voice suddenly soft. "Please, don't cry." The touch was electric, sending shivers down Kael's spine. He leaned into the touch, his heart pounding against his ribs. “Your Highness, please…” He whispered, his voice laced with both longing and a desperate plea for restraint.

No need Erebus,” His eyes flickered and then stretched out his other hand, he barely touched Erebus before his power rose up like smoke from a burning fire. He screamed and thrashed but Kallum didn't flinch. It was like watching a mere bird on fire. Not long, all that was left was a frame of Erebus, eyes sucked into his skull and along with the skin on his body. He was very dead and drained of all energy. Kallum closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of stolen witch power. He opened up and glanced at his fingers, dark smoke danced at the tip of his fingers. A wicked smirk creeped up his face as he stepped over him and towards the door.

It felt like pushing through set concrete. ​Elara saw him. Through the haze of her own pain, she understood. She didn't try to use her "Wild" power to break the ceiling; she reached back. ​Their fingers met. ​The moment their skin touched, the Silence didn't break, but it warped. They weren't using the Chorus; they were using Touch. The most primitive, pre-tech form of resonance. ​I am here, Kael thought, pouring the image of the golden lilies into the contact.

the guy was about to apologize when he felt his clothes getting burned, he immediately put the fire off using his powers and gave the girl a murderous glare. "Serves you right." said the girl and playfully let her tongue out to annoy the guy even more. "You're so petty!" the guy whined while trying to heal the slight burn on his torso. When Blare saw that the guy was actually hurt, she immediately felt guilty and approached the guy to check on him. "Let me," she said and gently cast away the guy's hand away from his burn and replaced it with hers instead. The guy immediately felt relief as soon as she had placed her hands on his skin. They remained silent as Blare tends to his injury.

Most alphas can heal only their mates, whereas I can heal everyone. I shrug, still feeling a little tired, but my healing already kicking in. “I don’t know … I’m afraid to touch her again in case she zaps me dry,” I add, my voice sounding rough as I gather my strength. Caleb frowns as he looks down at Kara. “What meds did you bring? Maybe I can give them to her?” he offers as Auroura strokes my arms soothingly, trying to comfort me. Her scent of lilac and rain fills my senses, helping somewhat. “No, I can manage,” I mutter, feeling better. She needs my help and nothing I have is going to be as effective. “You just might need to use it on me,” I joke as Auroura frowns as Caleb smirks. I take

I was so shocked that I grabbed my hand and shouted. "Don't touch me!" The maids quickly went to check us. "Ma'am, are you okay?" I breathe heavily. "W-water" I said. Someone handed me water and I saw It was him. I immediately took and drank it. "Are you okay, ma'am?" "I'm okay." Out of breath I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ---" "I still don't want to eat because I'm still full and I have to look at something now. So please, don't touch me"

Third Person POV Calla’s cheeks burned. She couldn’t speak. She could only stare at him, heart still racing, body still humming from the orgasm he had pulled from her so easily. Brynne chuckled softly and pulled her robe closed, tying the belt with gentle fingers. The moment his hands left her, the spell broke. Calla’s palm flew up and slapped him hard across the face. The sound cracked in the quiet hallway. “How dare you touch me,” she hissed, voice shaking with fury and lingering pleasure. “I am going to be your Luna. You can’t fucking touch me that way.”