Untouchable Themes Novels & Stories

People called him the Untouchable king, because for the past twenty -five years no has been able to survive his touch. An ancient curse running through his blood, a curse which turns everyone into stone with just a touch. Forcing Kael Draven to rule his kingdom from behind black leather gloves, he lived with a crown and a curse with a lonely heart. Seraphina Vale never believed the terrifying stories until one careless accident changes everything. When she mistakenly grabs the king bare hands. The world holds its breath. But she didn’t turn to stone.

❤ THEME SONG RELATED TO THIS CHAPTER ❤ ❤Untouchable Song by Taylor Swift ❤ ❤Untouchable like a distant diamond sky I'm reaching out and I just can't tell you why I'm caught up in you I'm caught up in you Untouchable Burning brighter than the sun And when you're close I feel like coming undone In the middle of the night When I'm in this dream It's like a million little stars Spelling out your name You gotta come on, come on

Or I'll go out and pick up three women and introduce them to each other in the dirtiest way possible. Judge me all they want; I don't care what they think of me. Because I own half of this city, and the other half is worthless. Anybody can check the crotch of my expensive suit pants for themselves, and there's not even a hint of bulkiness at the thought of a foursome. Threesomes are a thing of the past, but it's a sad situation when even a foursome can't get my dick interested.

The space between us disappeared without me noticing when it happened. Or maybe—I did notice and didn’t stop it. “You’ve been controlled,” he continued. “Calculated. Untouchable.” His gaze moved slowly, “But not unaffected.” My breath caught slightly. Just enough for him to notice. “Brian—” I started. But I didn’t finish because his hand lifted. His fingers brushed lightly against my jaw, tilting my face just enough to hold my gaze where he wanted it. His touch was controlled but it burned. “You’re reacting,” he said quietly.

He spotted the three women in the crowd, watched the beginning of the tarot spectacle unfold--candles flickering, the fortune-teller in dramatic silhouette like something off a late-night cable special--then stepped outside to report back. "Alpha, everything seems normal," Tang said into his earpiece. "Some psychic type says it's for ambience. You know--candles, crystals, and communication blackouts." "Don't be fooled by appearances," Sebastian warned. "Keep her in your line of sight at all times." "Yes, Alpha." Tang ended the call and turned back toward the entrance. He reached for the door. Locked. His brows knitted. He jiggled the handle--no give. A chill ran down his spine, the kind born

"Penelope has never needed a single motive when two would cause more damage simultaneously. Hurting Hazel and destabilizing our alliance serve her purposes equally well." I looked around at everyone gathered on that empty stage, the theater's high windows finally letting in enough gray morning light to soften the shadows that had felt so threatening only hours before. Julian's steady presence beside me, Ivy still trembling from the truth we had just uncovered together, her tears finally slowing into something quieter and more resolved, Desmond and Eleanor standing guard like the family I had chosen even when blood had failed to explain itself honestly across all these years of careful, painf

And now, as Damon took a closer look at the five dead men, each man had letters branded on his forehead, R, I, MA, T, and UM. "Rape, Incest, Mate Abuse, Treachery, and Undeserved Murder." Holy shit. Damon was suddenly happy to be alive and unmarked; Karistus was BADASS. Of the thirteen wolves that had accompanied him on his run, five wolves were now dead, seven remained unconscious, but living and one had ascended to something different entirely. "Where is she heading now?" Knox looked off into the distance, noticing the weather changing as judgment roamed the earth once more.

Natalie tries to reason to herself. Cara sits next to her and comforts her by rubbing her shoulder gently and I watch them both. Trying to escape would be useless, but the thing is I am certainly not going to kill Rob’s father. Losing his sister was enough for him, I am not going to rain more trauma on someone that has helped me. Rob gave me properties worth millions of dollars, and without sleeping with me or even wanting to. That is far from impossible in this world that we live in.

I let the weight of those words settle, watching their reactions in the firelight’s glow. The room remained silent—too silent—until William, my uncle, rose. His tall frame loomed, confidence etched on his face but his eyes betraying tension. “It cannot be done,” he intoned, voice measured. “The Festival is a time of joy. The coronation is sacred ceremony. Combining them would diminish the sanctity of both.”

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.