Your Arms Are My Cocoon Novels & Stories

my mother said furiously. Maxon wiped the blood from his cheek. “Your daughter always had a talent for complicating her own education.” My mother tried to lunge at him, but the guards restrained her. Talus studied the cocoon with fascination. “The Bellamy Ward.” “Remove it,” Maxon ordered. “No.” Maxon looked at him. “What did you say?” “I cannot remove it through direct force. The cocoon exists to prevent the Guardian’s violation. The greater the threat, the stronger it becomes.”

" Johan's eyes became downcast. There was a hint of guilt on his face, and he looked at me as if he were at a loss. The sky was overcast, and I couldn't help shivering when a cold wind brushed past my shoulders. I felt a faint warmth coming from behind me, and when I turned around, I found myself in a warm embrace. Christian wrapped me up in his coat, but Johan wrenched me out of his arms and dragged me behind him. Hatred flashing through his eyes, he yelled, "Christian Goodman! I know that you've been forced to suffer your recent losses in silence, but just come at me if you have a problem with me! What's the point of bullying a woman?"

Instead he pulled me closer like the truth of me only made him more certain. I made a soft helpless sound against his mouth. His thumb brushed along my jaw. Then Seraphina descended again. Not all the way. Just enough that her light thickened around us. It spun in slow radiant curves, widening and folding, until what had first been ribbons of gold became a cocoon. A shelter. A sphere of warm living light around me and Ronan, soft enough to glow like dawn and strong enough that the outside world fell away at once. The weak barrier. The woods. The ash land hiding under illusion. The possibility of eyes somewhere beyond the tree line. All of it dimmed behind the cocoon Seraphina built for us. I

"But my wolf would really love it if your arms could hold me for a moment." "Of course," she whispers, wrapping her arms tightly around my massive neck, enveloping my body in a warm, protective cocoon. Her intoxicating scent of fresh lemon tickles my senses, and her silver hair feels like warm, liquid silk draping over my scarred hands. I am supposed to be the shield that keeps her safe from the world, but somehow, the moment she locks her arms around my chest, the entire territory feels perfectly at peace. I wrap my heavy arms around her waist, hugging her tight against my heart, then I close my amber eyes and let my wolf drop its guard completely.

… SILLA …. It was a dream, a wonderful dream filled with warmth and happiness. A dream where I didn’t have a care in the world, a dream where I was full of joy, a joy I’ve never experienced before. It was so good I didn’t want to wake up. I felt cocooned, safe, protected as arms came around me in the dream, and in those arms, I knew that nothing could harm me.

I let go of all inhibitions and allowed myself to be vulnerable. In that vulnerable state, the only thing that came to mind was to seek comfort in the arms of Antonio. Without hesitation, I enclosed myself in his embrace, finding solace in his presence, knowing that he was a safe harbor amidst the storm. His arms enveloped me, providing a cocoon of support and understanding that I desperately needed. As I clenched tightly to him, the warmth of his presence seeped into my being, soothing the ache in my heart. His strong yet tender hold conveyed a sense of protection and care, as if he was determined to shield me from the pain that had threatened to consume me.

🌷M O N G R E L 🌷 "What you radiate outward in your thoughts, feelings, mental pictures and words, you attract into your life." - Catherine Ponder .•●•. ▪ A R I A N N A ▪ I woke up to the send of Alex softly breathing next to me. His warm body was curled around mine with his arm wrapped around my waist, holding me close as he slept. The events from a week ago seemed a distant memory now, and whatever hurt I had felt in the forest no longer seemed so terrible now that I was in Alex's arms, safe and secure.

In their presence, I find strength and reassurance that everything will be alright. Together, we settle into the newly arranged nest, finding comfort in each other's embrace. The softness of the bedding beneath us and the warmth of Neo's body against mine create a cocoon of safety and love. At this moment, I am reminded that even in the face of uncertainty and change, I am not alone. With Neo and Alaric by my side, I can face any challenge and find peace within the chaos.

I could suggest that Arric goes with me, but honestly, I didn’t feel comfortable with that. Getting slightly frustrated because I wasn’t sure what to do, I wrapped my arm back over Cyran. As soon as I did, his arm crossed over me and he pulled me closer to him. The feeling of being in his arms filled me with a sense of safety and security that I hadn’t felt in a long time.

It had to be done. I breathed out, releasing a sight that I knew that I was wrapping in to myself. "Yeah, I mean, I guess. I am just a bit nervous." Isaiah then proceeded to place to arms along my arms, and began stroking it up and down, up and down. As a way to soothe me, and I would be lying if I said that it did not soothe me, it did. I feel in to his embrace, it was as if I was cocooned and conditioned in to his arms, the same way that I was cocooned and conditioned by the arms of my mother when I was a child. But this was different, it was more intense, it was more beautiful than before. I found myself quickly moving in to his, wrapping my arms around his waist, and placing a still head