Novels by ihejiveracity

Sirella’s POVKieran’s hands gripped my shoulders, his eyes burning with quiet fury.“I’m going back,” he said. “You don’t need to worry about anything. Just let me handle what I’m supposed to handle.”I shoved him away. “Are you insane?”Before he could answer I hit his chest and pushed him back again with more force than necessary this time.“What the fuck is wrong with you?! You want to die?! Is that it?! You are so tired of life that you just want to go and throw it all away for nothing. And go what? What do you have to prove so bad?”“I’m doing this for us.”I scoffed. “Don’t try to justify that stupid excuse. You’re fucking shit up by going to him. He will kill you.”“No.” His voice was flat, emotionless. “I’m his warrior. His assassin. He’ll allow me entry. And that is when I’ll get in and do my bidding.”My stomach twisted. “He’ll kill you.”Kieran smiled, though it was a dark, dangerous thing. “Not if I kill him first.”We sat by the fire, the smoke heavy in the air as he loo

Kieran's POVI shrugged my coat on, but her small hand closed around my wrist. Her touch burned through the sleeve. "Please." That one word almost broke me.Gently I pulled free and opened the door. “Later.” The door slammed with a thick thud behind me as the night slapped my face cruelly with cold. I didn’t head east. I ran west into the forest.Branches whipped at my face and arms. I ran blind, ignoring the pain of the branches slapping against me. My lungs burned. The stitch in my side where Sirella had punched me throbbed painfully with every breath I took.Still I ran.Soon I got to a small clearing as I stopped and sat down to rest.I picked up a rock and skittered it across a pond aS it echoed through the forest.A snap of twigs behind me had me turning around to see what was going on, but I didn’t see anything. Just my imagination. Or maybe guilt.Scrunching my back to a pine, I kept lowering myself until I was almost lying down and facing the sky. The bark scraped the bac

Kieran's POVThe forest was filled with the damp odor of rotting leaves. I was breathing heavily; the pain in my knuckles was intense. It had been a long time since I had been involved in a real slugfest.She’s getting to be too damned good at this, I thought, and she struck me again.I watched her circle me, her bare feet kicking up little puffs of dust with every step. Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took. The moonlight caught the beads of sweat on her collarbone, making her skin glow.My mouth went completely dry."Are you even trying?" she repeated in a low voice.The question hit harder than any of her punches. I looked away, pretending to adjust my wrist wraps. “We should spar more.”I reset my stance, and a snap from a twig under my boot was the only sound in the night as I readied myself to attack her.Sirella narrowed her eyes. “That’s not an answer.” My own heartbeat grew so loud in my ears I could barely hear anything else. They thumped like war drums as I tr

Kieran's POVThe sun crested the mountaintop and beat down as we entered the small clearing in the forest. Sirella shifted her backpack she had carried and dropped it onto the ground and readied her staff, twirling it in her hand. “We don’t want to make any hasty decisions,” she cautioned.I took my own staff from the weapon rack by the corner close to the axe. “Three days isn’t much to determine some kind of decision but we need to make sure we are ready.” “Then get ready to make the most of it.” She settled into a fighting stance. “Attack me.”I swung first—testing her strength. She blocked easily, the wood cracking loud in the quiet forest. “You've gotten better,” I noted, circling her.She smirked. "Had a good teacher." Another swing. Another block. This time she countered fast, nearly catching my ribs. I barely dodged her but smiled."Numbers," I managed to wheeze, blocking another blow from Sirella as I spoke. "Donovan has numbers. We have… what? Just us?"Sirella faked a th

Kieran's POVWe laid together on top of the bed, looking up at the wooden ceiling. Designs of new light traveled over the uneven slabs, and I thought how odd it was—just to be alive with each other."Do you ever think about what you actually want?" I said.“I don’t get?”“Do you ever think about what we’ll do… after? I mean like… after all this. If we win.” I gestured vaguely upward. “No, you tell me first,” she said, propping herself up on one elbow. “What does a perfect life look to Kieran?”I kept my eyes on the wood of the ceiling and focused on the grain in a particular knot. “Small house,” I said slowly. “Near mountains. No one bothering me. Good weapons.” I shrugged. “Better food.”She laughed. "That's it? No pack? No family?" I shrugged. "Hadn't thought that far."“Let me guess - you’d sit out on the porch and glare at anyone who came near you?”“Damn straight.”She flopped back down, still giggling. "Mine's different." "Yeah?" “I want a big garden,” she said, her eyes tr

Kieran's POVThe bodies laid at my feet, their blood seeping warmly into the dry earth of the forest floor. I crouched down and wiped my knife clean on the cool green grass, already thinking.Can't leave them here. Can't burn them — smoke would bring more. It would be like a signal drawing them close to me.I pulled the first killer along by his feet, bumping him over the roots in the trees. My side was on fire from where he had sliced me with his blade, but I didn't care. The pain meant nothing.It seemed like an eternity later when I came to the edge of the cliffs, a straight fall into shadow beneath me. I threw them over, one after another, until they vanished in thin air.Their weapons I kept. Knives, daggers, that strange little spear they'd used to kill themselves. I turned them over in my hands, looking for markings. Nothing.Of course.Salvatore wasn't stupid. He wouldn't have left any evidence behind.I sheathed the knives in my belt and turned to go back to the hut. The sun

AMELIA I woke up feeling weak, I had been feeling weak for so long, but this felt new. I was also in a different environment, because it certainly wasn't my room. Events of yesterday flashed through my eyes like a dream of the night -- events! I sat up quickly, making my head sway a little, and I fought a bout of dizziness before I could concentrate. Percy had carried me outside under the moon, he had slit my vein and his to and let our blood touch. I remembered the pain, the pain which remained filled in me like a dull ache -- and then Percy had let me dtink from him. I drew up my knees to my shoulders, and rested my head on my folded arms trying to keep in the little warm I still had. Percy had done something very significant to me yesterday night, and he had not even bothered to explain what it was -- I had not even asked. I had simply trusted him, trusted that within that cold exterior, he had a heart. I could not even understand why, but I wanted to win his heart -- and

PERCYSomething seemed a bit off with the party. Usually at parties, I was calm and relaxed, but my wolf seemed to be telling me something, my wolf seemed to be on the alert, like there was a potential battle ahead although I did not sense any Vampires. Relegating my more canine nature to the background, I focused on the present. A few people seemed genuinely happy to see me, I had been away from much human contact for a while. The rest of the people seemed only happy I had shown up, and so they did not waste their best appearance. I did not even understand why everyone based so importance on hanging out with me. It was not as though I was some filthy - rich millionaire's son, or like I still played basketball professionally -- and only my crew knew I was an Alpha,very few humans even knew about Werewolves. There was just that unmistakable pull to me from the crowd, humans loved to gather around me, to do my bidden. I really didn't care about any of them though -- as long as they

PERCY I carried Amelia to my room and lay her on my bed. She still looked a bit under weight, but the lustre to her beauty had returned. Her dark hair fanned out all over my pillow in it's glorious curls, and her cherry bud lips were slightly parted as she drew in air in a belaboured way, her brows were slightly puckered even in sleep. She would be in this weakened state for over a week, or possibly longer. I had never known a human mated before, but hopefully she was more Vampire than human -- I didn't also know there was a day I would wish for that. She stirred again in her sleep and her delicate features twisted in pain. The moon goddess was still opening her up to me, her darkest secrets -- as it was, the few secrets she had were a petty quarrel with one of her cousins or childish anger at her Dad. I wondered if she would be able to take the weight of my own secrets, because they were weighing even me down. Even though Amelia had no real secret, the process still had to

AMELIA The Alpha pushed me away from him then, violently. So that I stumbled backwards and would have fallen if my back did not hit a tree behind me. I tried to close my eyes to the pain that threatened to tear me apart, but even shutting my eyes hurt. I wondered if this was a new torture technique, or if I felt this way because I still hadn't fed in a long time. I found I could not stop staring into his eyes, eyes that screamed of how much he hated me, and yet demanded that he own me. His very being seemed to be fighting to take possession of mine, to own the very breath of my nostrils, and inspite of myself, I laughed weakly. Who was I to deny him access? He had already owned me from the moment I had seen him at the frat party. I drew in a breath and surrendered myself to the pain and the subtle pleasure. If it killed me then I'd die happy knowing one thing -- that I'd forever belong to the Alpha Percy King. Surprisingly, the pain stopped sooner than I thought it would,

AMELIA Percy recovered quickly enough to pick me up again, but this time, his arms around me where so stiff, and I tried not to relax against the warmth of his chest. I still did not know where he was taking me, but I did not ask again. I was just tired of fighting, I could not fight him forever. I was tired of always having to watch his emotions. One moment, he would be furious with me and mistreating me, and the next he would be kissing me. Sometimes, he did not bother to stem his fury before he touched me, so that I tasted his anger, his disgust when he rammed his lips against mine. I placed my head against his heart and listened to the thudding of his heart, it was oddly soothing. I was cold and very hungry, and I needed all the comfort I could get. One thing was certain, he was the better fighter, the stronger one and at one point or another, I was going to have to submit to him in both pleasure and pain. I could oy hope he did not choose to bring me much pain. We reach

The night's air blew a whiff of the scent of roses to me, and for some reason, it reminded me of the long, empty, dusty hall I had just been in with the grandmaster of the Thinkers. That was odd since I had not noticed any scent of roses while I had been there, only acrid dust -- then it hit me! The only connection between roses and the empty grandmaster's hall was Valerie. I stopped running immediately as though I had suddenly run into a wall. Valerie. Why was her name coming up a lot in my mind today, and what could be the connection! But that was not a question I was asking myself, because I already knew the answer. The first time I had spoken with Valerie, she had led me into an empty dust-covered mathematics lab, and there had been roses. It could have been a coincidence that the Thinkers happened to like dust -- or maybe they were not even particular about dust, maybe that was just the place that was available for them, yet Valerie was becoming linked with the thinkers and