Untouchable Synonym Novels & Stories

Will was afraid of being noticed from the outside since the town was busier now, and he didn't like spending hours in the col Sister Lina had moved on from teaching language to teaching history and religion. The religion worshiped a Goddess called the 'Nurturing Mother'. She was tolerant and caring, but also stern and cruel at times. The teachings heavily emphasized on caring for others, working in unison to lift everyone up together, but also independence so you wouldn't rely to heavily on others. It taught forgiveness and discipline, instead of punishment

Eirwen said. “Or both.” Talia watched her drink. “You’re untouchable now. On paper. The city knows what he did and it knows why.” She hesitated, the way she only hesitated when the next sentence cost her something. “Just — understand what that means. Untouchable by his hand means touchable only by his hand. Those aren’t the same thing as safe.” Eirwen understood. She’d understood since before last night.

But it didn’t feel like nothing. The words wrapped around me, heavy with a promise I didn’t know if I could trust. Untouchable. I didn’t know what that meant. I didn’t know what he meant.

At his words, I could feel my heart tugging painfully. "That must have been hard." I whispered, trying to not think of what it would feel like if I truly ever lost Ivan. "I’ve learned to deal with the pain." Stefan said quickly. "But when I saw Hans like that, the memories of that time came rushing back. And when I touched Hans again, the zing was stronger. So does that mean that he is my second-chance mate, but due to my still loving my deceased mate stops us from fully feeling our bond?"

Heat. Not warmth—heat. It crawled under my skin like fire made flesh. My whole body buzzed, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. The scent filled the room around me like smoke from a candle. Amber light draped the room, soft and gold like sin wrapped in velvet.

Something unbreakable. Something ready to rise.

A sense of respect in their eyes, business tycoons, politicians, and powerful people hung on her every word. Damon's jaw clenched. Her capacity to simultaneously make others feel little and significant had caused him to witness it all before. But now, it was unique. He had no question she was untouchable. He wasn't only observing her achievement; he was experiencing it. And dang it, it hurt. Mr. Blackwood, you look preoccupied. Jaxon's voice pierced his musings. Though the words hardly registered, Damon turned to face his old friend. He was still looking at Lillian.

--- It would be silent. --- And unstoppable.

The two young men worked quickly and silently, piling the bodies of those that were judged and found lacking into the forest, intending to bury them in a mass grave. Damon noticed that one of the pack warriors eldest sons- a lad that Damon had trusted-was among the fallen, an elaborate R tattooed on his forehead. "Rapist," Knox answered, and Damon startled, knowing he definitely hadn't said anything out loud this time. "I can hear your thoughts. All enforcers that Karistus marks have this ability. It allows us to carry out punishment on those that are tainted, once Karistus brands them with their judgment." And now, as Damon took a closer look at the five dead men, each man had letters brand

he replied. I laughed softly. “You still think silence is safer.” “I know it is,” he said. The bond stirred, uneasy. “You won’t explain,” I said. “You won’t claim. You won’t deny.” “No.” “Then what am I to them?” I asked. He held my gaze. “Untouchable.” A chill ran through me. “That won’t stop them,” I said. “It will,” he replied. “Because anyone who touches you answers to me.” There it was cold protection.No comfort. No acknowledgment. Just power drawn like a blade around me.