Untainted Novels & Stories

Everyone liked uncle Alberto and for some reason Matthew couldn't stand that. So he searched for some people who specialized in slaying vampires to track him down and kill him, then pretend that it was revenge. What Matthew didn't know was that Uncle Alberto's vagabond life has brought him in contact with so many people from various walks of life and someone he knew heard about this wicked plan and informed him about it.

His voice was smooth and windy, locked around her like the coiling of smoke. “ You can never be trusted, they would always see you as an endangered person, a dangerous force locked within the confine of their consciousness. No matter how you try to conform, their cage is your fate. But with me, no chains, no law would bind you, but only the reality of the untamed that was taken unfairly away from you.” Lydia reached out towards him, with her fingers trembling with expectation. And for the first time, she experienced an unfamiliar warmth against her fingertips - vibrant and alive. It was as if she felt hopeful within her.

he commanded, his voice a low, rough murmur against my dress. The fight left me. I stood there, finishing my ministrations as he let out a long, quiet sigh, the tension seeming to drain from him. A dangerous warmth spread through me, my heart thumping a frantic rhythm. This was not detachment. This was a surrender to something potent and forbidden. When I was done, I tried again to step away. “There. All finished.” He lifted his head. For one fleeting, unguarded moment, I saw it--a raw, pleading vulnerability in his eyes that stole my breath. It was gone instantly, veiled behind a familiar wall of ice.

the violet fire of the First Alpha and the gold-sapphire radiance of Silas. "The 'Unmapped' state is a 'Total Loss'!" the Lead Moderator boomed, his voice a harmonious, synthesized melody that made Silas’s marrow turn to ice. "The 'Sector' is being 'Liquidated' to protect the 'Brand Integrity'. All variables will now be 'Processed' for 'Raw Emotional Equity'."

“Please what’s the difference between a taint and a sliver?” “A taint is a residual imprint left by a vampire's presence, and is often used for tracking purposes. A sliver, on the other hand, is a physical fragment of a vampire's essence, capable of amplifying their powers or serving as a conduit for communication.” Caitlin answered, empathetic toward the man whose dreams might never remain the same.

Mac shot to her feet so abruptly that the chair behind him screeched across the tiled floor, the sharp sound cutting through the dimly lit room. Unease clawed at his chest, his thoughts racing faster than he could contain them. “Damn it, Alex isn’t affected anymore.” His voice was low, tight with frustration. Without hesitation, he reached up and pulled off the wig. Instantly, dark, natural hair spilled down Mac's back. Then came the mustache, peeled away in one swift motion.

Didn't want to open it but the notification got annoying and I wanted to snooze it only to tap on the messages from unknown. "What tye fu@k?" ... TBC

Sukhon aur dukhon wali Saari saugaton mein Sang tujhe rakhna hai Sang tujhe rakhna hai Tere sang rehna Meri duniya mein bhi Mere jazbaaton mein Teri milti nishani kahin Jo hai sabko dikhani kahin Mai toh jaanti hu marke bhi Mujhe aati hai nibhani kahin Woh hi karna hai jo hai kehna Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi. (O... I didn't find those spiritual eyes anyplace I didn't find that glowing face anyplace Neither I found those heartfelt talks Nor that fresh youthful attractiveness anyplace I roamed the whole world but I couldn't find anyone like You

The crowd gasped loudly, a collective intake of breath that echoed off the cave walls. I tilted the jug and drank deeply, the liquid flooding my mouth with a strange, bitter taste that sent a shiver down my spine. It was unlike anything I’d ever tasted—metallic, earthy, and tinged with something darker, something I couldn’t quite place. But I forced myself to swallow, feeling the burn as it slid down my throat. The crowd’s gasp grew louder, a wave of shock and disbelief rippling through the cave. But I didn’t let it distract me. I dropped the now-empty jug to the sandy ground with a hollow clang and turned, making my way toward where the council members stood.

Like maybe they would rearrange themselves into something less final. They did not. My stomach dropped. Cancelled. Not delayed. Not adjusted. Cancelled. The word felt heavy, definitive, like a door slamming shut somewhere in the distance. I swallowed hard and lifted my gaze, suddenly hyper-aware of everything around me. How quiet the taxi was. How late it was getting. How the snow was still falling, thicker now, relentless. And how very far from home I suddenly felt. “Everything okay?” Julien asked gently. The question was quiet, unassuming, but it landed with weight. I hesitated, phone still warm in my hand, the screen glowing far too brightly in the dim interior of the taxi. The truth sat