Upon The Tainted Sorrow Book Novels & Stories

“Everything will be ok… trust me… everything will be fine… ugh!” I stretched out my broken hand towards the book, peering at the light as it burned my eyes. The tears scorched away as fumes. ‘So… you made your choice, huh?’ The voice settled into my soul. “I choose… revenge…” I mumbled, and the words from the rest of the pages of the nexus book floated like glowing strings before my eyes. Their glow pierced through the blinding white light of the Bond that almost took away my sight. The reverberating whispers from the book drowned away Carys’ harrowing screams.

One heartbeat sped up excitedly. The hidden baby pulsed softly beneath the surface, quieter than the others but unmistakably present. Only after reassuring himself we were alright did Sol finally look toward the rest of the room. Order and Chaos stood near the sanctuary windows waiting silently. Marcus looked marginally calmer now, mostly because Pamela still refused to let him leave unsupervised. Hunter looked exhausted by all royal bloodlines in existence. Honestly? Reasonable. Sol inhaled slowly. “The book that was taken…” He looked toward Order briefly. “…appears to be an Origin Book.”

"Lauren… is it true?" My father’s head hung low. He said nothing, but his shoulders trembled with fury. "Lauren," Nora piped up sweetly from the side, her words soaked in poison. "You’ve gone too far. Sleeping with so many men… What if you infected Michael with something dirty?" My nails dug into my palms, sharp crescents cutting flesh. I opened my mouth, ready to strike back— However, Michael cut me off, his eyes clouded with something dark. "Lauren… I never thought you could be this filthy."

Gertrude sighed deeply with a concerned look on her face. Velmont felt the severity of the items in front of them and his face turned serious. “What is it?” He asked worriedly. “It's the relic and the missing page in the book of sacrifices.” She stated in confidence. “Fuck!” He clamored. In the dungeon… Alpha Cain was already on his way to Vesper when he felt like there was something following him from the hallway. He glanced around but found nothing. “I can smell her blood in the air. I guess I beat her too much.” He said to himself.

Dead Silent! BOOK 2 ON THE WAY!! (Vengeance on the cruel Alpha King ) -THE END-

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.

Grimness flittered in Zain's deep amber eyes and his experssion tightened a bit . The high priest however , paid no heed to him and left with a swift stride, leaving Zain to bobble behind him in his wake . " But its impossible , that - " he lowered his voice conspiratorly " the book of tenebris , its - its lost isn't it ?" " Is it ?" Boarding the carriage said the high priest in light amusement

Pulling the barrel against my temple, I met his steely gaze steadily. "Fine, then prepare to lose me as well." * * Sorry for the late update, I'm down with toothache. What do you think of this chapter?

“I, Levana Mckenna, accept your rejection.” I fell to the ground just as I heard the mate bond snap. Beta had been secretly monitoring my unexplained blackouts with a sense of concern and understanding. His decision to keep this information to himself assures me of his loyalty and compassion. Even though I had been absent minded during the meeting, I still remembered that the blood moon day was tonight. Alessandro POV

The sterile scent of the used bookstore, usually comforting balm, did little to soothe the raw ache in my chest. Chloe and I had spent the better part of the afternoon sifting through dusty tomes, a desperate, perhaps even futile, attempt to distract me from the gnawing void left by the farmer's market encounter. But even amidst the forgotten stories bound in leather and paper, my mind kept returning to Earnest's vacant eyes, Victoria’s triumphant smirk. It was a loop I couldn’t break, a song of sorrow I couldn’t tune out. My new resolve, the hard-won clarity of purpose, felt fragile, like a thin sheet of ice over a deep, dark abyss.