Touched By Kallure Novels & Stories

I heard his voice, the last person arrived and that made a burst of energy follow, coming out of that bed in waves to everyone under the Festival. There are no words to describe the pleasure I feel and this feeling that all the parts that were broken inside my soul come together and form a perfect puzzle. I can distinguish the touch of each one of those around me. Dylan's touch is like little explosions, like feeling fireworks going off on my skin, while Marcus' touch is like feeling a feather gliding across my body, Lestat's touch is warm like I'm being bathed in the light of the rising sun, Kendrick's is stronger, more intense, like a fighter's and finally Kaiden's touch, which is both icy

​He crashed his lips onto mine. ​It wasn't a kiss of comfort. It was a weaponized collision of two souls that had been starved for a millennium. The "Sexual Tension" we had been bottling up in that penthouse exploded. ​The "Sin-Eater" shrieked. ​The grey mist he was weaving turned into a blinding, incandescent violet. The air in the server room began to crackle with ozone as the "Forbidden Touch" surged through our bonded skin. It wasn't the weight of the past that hit Kaelen now—it was the raw, unadulterated fire of the Tenth Life’s craving.

The stroke of a thumb over my collarbone. “Ye’re ours now,” Kieran whispered, voice gravel and heat. “That means no one ever fuckin’ touches ye again.” My entire body was a puddle of warm honey and lightning bolts. I exhaled, melting into the exam table. “And what if I like being touched?” I teased, eyes flicking up through my lashes. Callum’s smirk was pure danger. “Oh bonnie,” he purred, leaning in, “ye’ve no idea the kind of touch we’ve got in mind for ye.” And that’s when the doctor politely knocked, saving my dignity by seconds.

She smirks and I see her eyes turn yellow, meaning her wolf is near the surface. If it's a wolf fight she wants, it's a wolf fight she'll get! I take off my shirt and pants, not caring 100% about who sees me in my unmentionables. I might have if my mate hadn't basically accepted another woman as his mate over me. Speaking of mates, I see Kyle in the midst of the forming crowd staring at me before making his way over. Now he wants to act like a mate. Well, that's before everything shifts to the left and I feel a burning sensation on my cheek. I reach up and touch my skin, pulling my hands away to look at my fingers. Blood?

Vanquished. The internal conflict vanished, replaced by a vast, empty void. Elira’s consciousness snapped off like a light. Her body went utterly, terrifyingly limp beneath his. Kilometers away, hidden in the salt-sprayed rocks by the churning sea, Thane was jolted upright by a searing, phantom pain. But this was the final, cataclysmic assault. As Kael reached his peak, a white-hot agony, more intense than anything he had ever felt, tore through Thane’s chest. It was not just a pang of jealousy; it was a visceral, physical reaction, as if a vital organ had been ripped from his body.

Riven’s hand slid up my side, pushing the fabric of my gown higher until it bunched around my hips. His fingers brushed bare skin, his touch bold and unhurried, like he was mapping every inch he could reach. Kael pulled back from the kiss only far enough to speak, his voice low and rough. “She’s trembling.” Riven’s lips curved against my skin. “Then we should make her shake for the right reasons.” My breath caught as Kael’s hand slid down, fingers brushing over the swell of my breast through the thin fabric. The gentle squeeze sent a sharp bolt of heat straight to the ache between my thighs. Riven’s hand moved lower at the same time, sliding along the inside of my thigh until his knuckles br

And, by the sound of it, through his teeth. But no, I think, enjoying the heat beneath my fingertips. He took it all. Everything Ihad for him, without issue. Without complaint. Without resistance. My fingers continue their journey over Callum’s back, savoring my patchwork masterpiece. Even by grazing the flog marks, I hear and feel the phantom crack of the flog’s tails. It firecrackers through my mind in a

The ground whispered, not in language, but in intent. A name etched into her bones. Not Elara. Not Sirelia. Not Seren. The One Who Breaks the Balance. She didn’t know if it was a curse. A calling. Or a choice. That night, Kael collapsed beneath whispering pines. Coughing black. Blood at his nose. His fingertips trembled. The veins on his neck glowed faint red. The plague had always lingered. Now it surged, like the sky had fed it.

His finger began tapping rhythmically on his chin as he continued to inspect her chest like some sort of disgruntled professor. Or surgeon. Or cursed exorcist. It depends. Selena froze when she noticed where, exactly, he was staring—not at her chest but at something on it. Or rather... through her hospital gown, at the glowing mark just beneath the fabric. She slapped a hand on her mouth so hard she almost cracked her jaw. “That’s odd,” Theo muttered more to himself than to her, his tone analytical. “Nexus said you’ll have a vision about your fate when the contract activates...”

“That’s a start.” Kael tried to rise. His hands shook. When she helped him, her palms brushed against his arm—and cold shot through her fingers, not the chill of death, but the strange, electric numbness of something unearthly. His skin pulsed faintly beneath her touch, like the surface of a pond disturbed by unseen ripples. “Elaria,” he murmured. “Something’s wrong.” “I know,” she whispered. “But we’ll fix it.” She didn’t believe that.