Wicked Within Novels & Stories

He told her how it explained the terrible weakness she had been carrying in her own legs for years. He told her, very plainly, that the magic was the reason her body had been killing her since she was sixteen years old. He told her that the binding had been broken on the morning at Ironbough four days ago, when her husband had spoken the word of pack-rejection in the courtyard. The marriage cord had snapped. The wolf-debt had let go. The four years of sin had gone back up the broken cord toward the body it had come out of, and the corruption was now in Doran Blackwood and not in her. Her body was beginning the slow, quiet work of mending from the inside, and Wenna's tonics, the soft food, an

Weakness, "The other one seems to be coming for you too." She heard Sean say, woah! They are really such a bully huh, how could they have planned to attack the same person?! "It's a woman, a fire user." Sean added. "I guess I need to move." She said, and for just a second she felt a strong presence coming to her. It was coming so fast, it seemed like he's using his power. "Fina, can I ask a question?" She asks fina in her mind.

This method was so effective that her husband even hated that woman’s daughter. She nodded gracefully and followed the maid into the gate. Susan smiled proudly when she finally entered the grounds of the mansion like-palace. She was confident that she could overcome all this. As she had expected, Aria was a weak woman who relied on her kindness. She could quickly melt Aria's weak heart to trap her and take advantage of her.

“You’ll survive.” Grammy slammed her palm against the table, cutting through the banter. “Listen. This fight will not be won by species. It will be won by unity. A dragon cannot hold without a witch’s ward. A vampire cannot move in sunlight without a wolf to guard his back. You will mingle. You will fight as one. Or you will die as many.” The tent went quiet again, the weight of her words pressing into every chest. Kael, perched on Serenya’s knee, tilted his head. “That’s what W.I.L.D. means,” he piped up. “We all fight together. We all win together.”

'I've been to a lot of places and the scenery I've seen is even more beautiful, but there are even more beautiful places I've seen. She even bites her lower lip. She didn't think he would feel any different while looking at Howard's handsome face. He had those lips that were tempting to kiss. Zannie glanced at the whole of it, damn all part of it was perfection. Zannie can't explain why this is just the attraction that wraps her personality because she's so close to Howard now. Her cheek was burning and she felt like she was floating now in the cloud. And she almost yearned for the man in front of her. How could it be? Is her inner self a demon?

“You are mine now… Aiden Lazarus” “I am… and will forever be… yours. My Lea…” -Sold To The Wicked Him

Were they afraid of us? Wicked. "Regardless of your skills or arrogance," Sassy said, tone heavy with sarcasm, "the plotting against you has risen to the next level already. Not that I'm really surprised, but honestly." His snort was so loud I had to giggle, my anger fading to annoyance and humor. "Has my name fallen so out of memory they would try something this pathetic and expect it to reap results?" "Well, it did in a way," I said. "They succeeded in making us use our alternative magicks."

Her body ached everywhere — ass, pussy, thighs — but she felt strangely safe. She was starting to crave the pain. She was starting to crave him. As she drifted off in his arms, Viktor kissed the top of her head and whispered against her hair: “By the end of this month, you won’t want to leave me, Aliyah. You’ll beg to stay owned by the Wicked.” And deep down, in the part of her that was already addicted, she knew he was right.

I questioned angrily, my tone rising as I finished, crossing my hands over my buxom chest in what I hoped was an air of indignant disbelief. I couldn't believe the cheek of it! “Oh, spare me the theatrics, Reynolds, I know your kind, and I've seen how you look at the Lycan, that lustful gleam in your eye.” The Wicked witch of the mountains chortled and my jaw just about hit the floor like a dustpan ready to collect rubbish. “You're crazy!” I gasped, my chest heaving from the effort as my heart hammered between my breasts when it looked like the hag was going to approach me.

"Bullshit. I'm not twelve, Sierra. I'm giving you one more chance." So much for trying. My head dipped low, and I drew a shaky breath as I lifted it up. "I'm sorry." Scarlett's brows rose, and for a split second her mouth opened; she clearly didn't believe me. "I thought you were better. You know the rules; the Vixens are exclusive. We do not sleep with customers, not even if they're VIPs." Lifting my head up, I protested. "It was one kiss; I've not been sleeping with Dante."