I look over to see her standing in the entrance, staring daggers at Alaric. I can feel her distrust and her urge to protect me. She really does feel she’s my bodyguard. Alaric stares at Valeria wide-eyed, his jaw nearly detaching from the sockets. “Not really, but I’ll explain later. Would you mind getting started on breakfast?” I suggest, with a reassuring smile. Her eyes narrow in suspicion, “Sure. I worked up an appetite last night anyway,” she says as she heads off to the kitchen, but not without sharing one final glare at Alaric. I brace myself for the barrage of questions awaiting me, and the moment Valeria is out of earshot, they arrive like clockwork. “In all the years I have been coming here to see you, not once, has there ever been another person in this house. Who is she?” He asks, his eyes alight with excitement like a gossiping schoolgirl. Oh, good grief. “She is none of your business.” “Oh, I am not letting you sidestep this. This is huge! She’s very beautiful, are y
My feet lead me through the forest on autopilot, my mind such a storm of thoughts and conflicted emotions that I’m not remotely paying attention to where I’m going. You’d probably think that since I’m a venatrix I’d be disgusted by the idea of magic having a hand in our relationship, but I’m honestly not, I’m just hurt that she didn’t trust me enough to tell me the truth. It feels like deep down she still thinks I’m that deadly venatrix who will turn around and kill her the moment something she says doesn’t line up with things I was trained to believe and that hurts me deeply. I thought we were closer and I thought I was making a lot of strides. Then again, I suppose I can understand her fears. The first time we met I did point a gun at her with every intention to shoot, though at least now I understand why I couldn’t bring myself to pull the trigger. Why the entire time I’ve been here I never felt in danger or disgusted to be around her. She’s my soulmate. Or animai as they called i
I stare at her wide-eyed as those words finally make sense to me now. “You were going to reject me…” I whisper in shock. She learned I was her soulmate, and her first reaction was to reject me?! What the fuck?! “I didn’t go through with it. I made a snap judgement and realised I was wrong. I wanted to give you a chance,” she says desperately. “You were going to reject me without even telling me what we were?! What the fuck, Izzy?!” I shout, getting to my feet. She’s up just as fast, looking at me with desperation, “You were pointing a gun at me and promising to kill me right after your brother had tortured me in your family’s prison. What would you have done?” That shuts me up. How the hell am I supposed to get mad at her now? She was tortured nearly to death. My family was going to kill her just because she was different and I was exactly the same. I aimed my gun with every intention to shoot. I totally would have rejected me if I was her. With all she’s suffered and endured, who
Darkness is descending on the forest, but this is no natural darkness. It’s like an expanding black hole, devouring all light around it. The air is suffocating with a foreboding chill that has my magic flaring in response. My magic is front and centre, ready for my command as I keep Valeria tucked behind me. I need to get her out of here. As I continue to look into the growing darkness I see the smokey outline of moving figures, and soon I can make out five pairs of glowing purple eyes in the distance trained in our direction and I feel my stomach drop to my toes. “When I open the portal, jump through it as fast as you can,” I order her. “What about you?” She asks with concern. “Would you just do as I say?” I whisper yell, frustrated that she won’t just follow a simple instruction. Each precious second she wastes, those figures move closer. “I’m not going anywhere without you, and you can’t fucking make me. What did I tell you about the self-sacrificing bullshit?” She chastises m
I feel myself waking up to two conflicting sensations. On one hand, I feel like someone poured gasoline on me and lit me on fire, on the other hand, it’s somewhat bearable because there’s a warm, cosy feeling hovering over me bringing a sense of calm. I like this feeling; the other one can piss off. I feel worry under the calm, reaching down into my soul, and I don’t like this feeling either, but my eyes fly open when my brain registers where it’s coming from. I look to my right and see Valeria sleeping soundly beside me, her hand wrapped around mine. She looks like an angel. I don’t think any exist, but if they do, then I think she’s mine. There’s a strand of hair hanging over her face, tickling her nose, so I go to move it only to let out a deep groan the moment I move my body. Bad idea! Should not have done that! Valeria’s eyes fly open and she’s sitting up faster than I can blink looking me over frantically. “¡gracias a dios!” She sighs in relief, “I’m so glad you’re awake, I’v
I want it on all public records that Manon Laurier is the world’s biggest thundercunt and I promise one of these days I’m putting mercury into her kneecaps. I have vowed a life of peace and helping supernaturals, but she is the exception to the rule. It’s been over a week since the eyti attack and I would love to say that our time together laying low has been blissful, however, it’s been anything but. I used one of Isolde’s burner phones to call her friend Alaric, who was more than happy to come over and heal her. Izzy wasn’t happy I did that, but I didn’t give a shit. She was in pain, and she didn’t have to be. I’m not so abrasive towards Alaric now since he healed the woman I love more than once. He even took care of that bullet wound of hers so now she won’t have a scar, but that’s the extent of the good news I have. A couple days after Alaric’s visit Izzy had a vision that shook her to her core so deeply, that she hasn’t recovered from it yet. Standing in the doorway of her libra
Valeria has been gone for nearly two hours and I’m trying not to panic. It’s the first time we’ve been apart in weeks and it’s making me uneasy. I know she’s okay though, I feel hints of nothing but excitement and love coming from her, even arousal, which is odd. I don’t know what she’s doing, but she’s enjoying it. I feel horrible for being such a mope lately. I feel like Valeria has been stuck taking care of me for weeks and what have I done for her? Big fat nothing. I should do something to say thank you, a gift of some kind. But what? Like a switch flipping in my head, it hits me and a smile splits across my face. The first in days. I rush downstairs and out to the backyard and assess the open land. This will be perfect! I pull on my magic and feel my eyes change. I thrust my hands forward and with a smile, I watch as a weapons range begins to take form. When it’s finally complete, I pull my magic back and smile proudly at it. Val will love this. She loves her weapons and fighti
She moves off me and kneels at my side grabbing something from the end of the bed. A second later I hear the sound of vibrating as she spreads my legs apart a little more. I feel the vibrator touch the tip of my spine and send tingles through my body. With one hand she continues to tenderly massage my body while she trails the vibrator down my spine. The lower she gets the wetter I get in anticipation and my breathing becomes shallow. Soon I feel the vibrator trail between my ass cheeks and skim across my entrance making me bite my lip as a slight moan escapes me, but she doesn’t attempt to slide it inside me. Instead, she begins circling it around my clit as she continues to massage my body. My hips rock a fraction of their own accord, and I can’t stop the soft moans that are leaving me. “Just relax and let me make you feel good,” she says in a soothing tone as the vibrator continues to circle my clit sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I don’t want her to stop what she’s d
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I storm into the house with Valeria right on my heels, my mind still utterly flabbergasted by what just happened. “A paperweight!” I shout in annoyed disbelief. “I know, baby,” Valeria says, closing the door behind us and placing her gun on the table by the door. “I spend my entire life scouring the earth looking for this, thinking maybe it’s in some vault as a prized possession or buried deep within the earth. I thought of so many scenarios as to where this might be hidden, but at no point in time did I think it was just casually sitting on someone’s desk as a fucking paperweight!” I screech. “Tell me how you really feel,” she teases. “How do you mistake something that clearly appears to have an ancient language carved into it for something as common as a paperweight?!” I continue to rant, but I can feel amusement bubbling inside Valeria, and I can tell from her face she’s trying not to laugh. “This isn’t funny, Val!” “Oh, I agree your struggle and the disrespect shown to this
We step out into a long two-story hall. A teal-coloured carpet lays beneath our feet and runs down the length of the hall leading up a small staircase to a platform with two ornate and delicate-looking thrones that appear to be made from the world’s most durable coral. At first glance, the coral looks peach in colour but as the light catches it, it shifts into different colours. To the sides of the thrones are two gargantuan statues depicting the God Ezillus. The statue to the right depicts them in feminine regalia, and the statue on the left depicts them in masculine regalia. A clear tribute to Ezillus’ embodiment of all things masculine, feminine and everything in between. Behind the throne are three full-length curved windows with gold detailing worked into the glass. The vaulted ceiling above us houses several chandeliers covered in pearls, running down the length of the ceiling. The sides of the room are separated by Mihrab-arched columns running down each side, with coral and pe
Standing in the entrance hall of the Kartheca, I watch as Valeria continues to pace back and forth as the creases on her forehead begin to permanently set in. I can feel the agitation rising inside her the longer we wait. I know being here is unpleasant for her. I did tell her she didn’t have to come, but she made it clear that wasn’t an option. As she begins her umpteenth trip from one side of the room to the other, I pull on my magic and fan my fingers out causing her feet to get stuck to the marble floor of the hallway. “¡No mames!” She exclaims nearly toppling forward and assessing her feet. She looks up at me and narrows her eyes then proceeds to throw some very colourful Mexican swear words at me, some I can’t even translate. Something about a donkey? I’ll have to get a translation on that later. I walk over and cup her face in my hands feeling the zing of our bond through my fingertips, “Stop and take a breath. I know you’re agitated, but we won’t be here long. I promise,” I
With Izzy not here to act as a buffer, I excuse myself and go for a wander. Izzy ran inside excited about something, and I’m curious what that something might be. She told me that marked animais can see into each other’s eyes, but I’m not quite sure how to do that, and I can tell how much she wants to surprise me, so I’ll let her. I brace my hand against a nearby tree, take off my heels, and make my way into the woods just so I can have a moment to decompress. I come to a stop when the noise of the party fades out to a gentle hum and sit myself down on a fallen tree. I place my heels on the forest floor and gingerly run my fingers over the mark on my neck where I feel its slightly raised outline. Just touching it relaxes me, and I can’t explain why. I look up through the canopy of the trees just as the clouds drift past allowing the light of the moon to shine down into the forest. Its soft rays of light beam down into the forest making it look like an ethereal land, not of this worl
“That was a beautiful ceremony,” Makbule praises.“Thank you,” I smile, keeping my arm tightly around Valeria. I can feel how joyous she is about having restored and completed her bond, but her apprehension of being near an irshiust is starting to shine through, though I can’t say I blame her.“It’s been so long since we attended a marking ceremony, no matter how many we see, they continue to be a magical experience,” Müjde sighs dreamily.“I see not all of you came,” Valeria says sardonically.“As much as our sisters would have loved to attend, we can not all stop our duties for one gathering. There is still much going on in the world that needs our assistance, and our duty always comes first,” says Zehra.“So where were you when Izzy needed assistance? I mean, I understand being put on hold, but for centuries seems like overkill to me,” says Valeria flippantly. I stroke her side and place a gentle kiss on her temple, relishing the electricity once again ignited by our contact.“Val,
۩ISOLDE۩ I’ve never been so sucked in, in all my life, and this is coming from someone who used to wear corsets as part of everyday wear. They weren’t as bad as people make them out to be, and they provided incredible back support. But there is no support in this dress. I’m afraid if I bend over my breasts will fall out of my dress, though Valeria might enjoy that, but maybe not in front of guests. I apply another coat of mascara and spray a little more hairspray over my hair and give myself a final assessment. This is the most dressed up I’ve been since my first date with Valeria, but it feels good knowing it’s for our marking ceremony. I wanted her jaw to drop, so I’ve chosen a strapless A-line dress with a sweetheart neckline and a slit up to my hip. The fabric is a metallic chiffon in a gorgeous gunmetal colour that gathers diagonally across my body. It looks like my body is coated in liquid metal. My hair is slicked back leaving my face and shoulders completely unobstructed, an
This past week has been terrific for my self-esteem. Not that I needed a self-esteem boost, but it never hurts. Tweedledum has been our personal servant and I have loved every minute of it, especially since he couldn’t use his magic as much as he liked. Welcome to being a human! To his credit, he has done a fantastic job at preparing everything for our marking ceremony. I haven’t been allowed outside to see the final touches, and I’m dying to. I tried to peek out the window, but Arthwin magically removed the window entirely, which was a dick move. I’m finishing getting dressed in my old room while Izzy gets ready in our room. It’s nice that there are some human traditions that overlap, like me not being able to see Izzy before the ceremony. I can’t wait to see her, I know she’ll look stunning, but this is the longest we’ve been apart since her capture, and I don’t fucking like it. Izzy has been staying close, and I think it’s because she noticed that I still have pain from the reject
I couldn’t sleep a wink. One would think now that I have nothing to fear or worry about that I should be able to slip into the best night's sleep of my life. I suspect anyone who would think that has lived a very easy life. The fears that kept me up at night may be gone, but that defence inside me is still up. I spent all night watching Valeria sleep peacefully in my arms, terrified if I let my eyes close, I’d wake up only to find myself back in that cell awaiting my execution. I know everything is over and the truth is out there, and soon every makkari will know the truth, but it hasn’t sunk in as much as I thought it had. You don’t live in fear for two centuries and lose all those survival instincts in mere hours.It wasn’t so bad though. Watching Valeria sleep, knowing she’s safe in my arms helped relax me, while simultaneously filling me with guilt. She won’t tell me just how much pain she’s in from my rejection, not that I blame her. She puts on such a brave face and it’s eating