“IZZY!” Valeria screams, delighting my senses as I lick up her juices while she fists my hair. I look up at my sexy goddess – no disrespect to the Gods – in complete awe. She’s absolutely radiant. Her robe is open exposing her perky breasts as her chest heaves, her face and chest are flushed, and her hair looks wild and untamed. She’s perfect in every way, and I will never tire of seeing her like this. I stand up keeping myself between her legs as I glide my hands up her body taking in every inch of her. “There’s my lunch taken care of,” I smirk. She chuckles, wrapping her legs tight around me and pulling me close by the straps of my nightgown and kissing me deeply. I return her kiss as I take a firm grip of her ass and pull her up against me. “What about my lunch?” She says with a deviant smile between kisses. She trails her lips down my neck and sucks hard on my flesh. I bite back a moan, “You went down on me five times last night, don’t you think your tongue deserves a rest? I
“Pourquoi?” I whisper sadly as my heart clenches painfully in my chest. Tears slip down his cheek as he pulls out his phone, opens something on the screen and instantly a hauntingly familiar voice fills the room and fills me with icy dread. “Dear, sweet, Isolde, from the moment you hear my voice you will obey my command. You will surrender yourself and confess to killing everyone you’re accused of killing. You will plead your guilt to every crime listed against you. You will not fight, you will not argue, this will be all.” As the recording ends, I feel something snap in my brain, like a trapdoor snapping shut on me. I feel my senses dulling, my magic dimming and a sensation of my body shutting down on me. “What the fuck was that?” Valeria asks; fury and worry echoing through to me. Out the corner of my eye, I see every angelite crystal around the place lighting up like Bastille Day. Valeria is up on her feet, her body now on full alert, but Alaric and I are still stuck in a starin
I never thought that I had a soul. I never gave any thought to the notion. But now I know I have a soul because I can feel it being ripped apart. I never knew there was pain like this in the world. I’ve suffered all manner of injuries in my life, but nothing will ever compare to this. It feels like someone has taken my soul, tied it to a tree and is whipping it with razor blades. Every whip brings a new wave of agonising pain and a gaping hole where my heart used to be. I feel like Isolde plunged her fists into my chest, ripped out my heart and crushed it in her bare hand, and as agonisingly painful as this is, and as heartbroken and devastated as I feel, I don’t hate her. I’m pissed the fuck off, but I don’t hate her. The woman I love used the last of her free will and magic to save my life. She knew she was a walking corpse and refused to share that fate with me. That sweet, idiotic, self-sacrificing dumbass! I understand why she did this, and I don’t blame her, but she’s a fuckin
Once through, I find myself standing in front of an adorable two-story French cottage with wisteria growing up the side of the house. It looks so old but well cared for and homely. “Where are we?” I ask. “My home,” he says, looking at the cottage sadly, “My family is trapped inside. Manon placed a barrier around it, it keeps them locked in and me locked out.” As he says this, I see a young teenage boy and a young girl run to the window and pound on the glass, but I can’t hear them. It’s like the cottage is soundproof. Behind them appears a gorgeous blonde woman, with long wavey blond hair and stunning blue eyes. She places her hand against the glass as tears fill her eyes. Alaric takes a step closer until he hits an invisible wall and pounds his fist against it. Okay, so maybe I feel a little bad for him, but I still hate his guts for poisoning my animai. “Hold this,” I say, handing him the chest. He sniffs and turns to face me, taking the chest in confusion, “Why did you grab th
The sound of the ocean waves crashing against the cliffs sounds tranquil, and I try to focus on it to distract me from the nightmare I’m in. Standing on the cliff’s edge of Iç Ada, I stare up and the monolithic structure that is the home of the Delegation. This ancient and wonderous Turkish castle has stood tall for thousands of years and actually holds many pleasant memories for me, but now it’s about to be my tomb. Arthwin and Aulen both place a hand on my shoulders and guide me past the barrier. Aulen also has a hand on Manon to let her past the barrier. The Fortis twins became the Kartheca’s resident makkares a few centuries ago. The Delegation always have makkares living here to aid them should they need it, and they are almost always twins. Twin makkares hold a level of magic that is beyond the average makkari, but not as strong as a Priest or Priestess. Alone they are no stronger than the average makkari, but when they combine the flames of their magic together, they’re quite t
We step out of the portal and stand in front of a large cliff face with windows and a door built into the rock. “Where are we?” Alaric’s son Maël asks, staring up at the natural structure in awe. “Welcome to Pueblo Nuevo. This is a safe house owned by my family,” I answer as I walk over to the door, open the keypad and type in my code and then hold my hand to the pad for handprint ID. Once both are cleared, the door unlocks, and I push it open. I turn back to see Alaric and his family still standing a few feet away just staring at the structure. “You expect us to enter a safe house used by venators?” Yvain asks in disbelief. I take a deep breath trying my best not to snap or get an attitude. “This facility is filled with every weakness venators know to work against supernaturals. The perimeter is surrounded by nuummite making it impossible for makkares to sense or locate. You only could because I gave you the location and because you’re currently outside the perimeter. Manon won’t
“I got what you needed,” says Alaric, handing me a jar of powdered devil’s tongue. “Thank you,” I say, putting my jacket on the table and proceeding to load the powder into the grenades, securing them and placing them on top of my jacket. “You look ready for battle,” he comments. “Like riding a bike,” I say apathetically as I check everything is secure. “I don’t see anything to use on a mutolupus or nagata,” he notices. “If I show up carrying weapons that can hurt them, they’ll see me as a threat and won’t help me. I need them to listen to me.” “I think one look at you is enough to see you as a threat. You’re covered in weapons.” I place my hands on the table and glare at him, “Then I will surrender them if they ask. Your job is to get me there, not worry about my safety.” “Isolde wouldn’t want you getting hurt for her,” he says sincerely, but his words only make me angrier. “New rule. For the time we are stuck together, you are forbidden to say her name. If I so much as hear
I throw out a left kick which he immediately blocks with his hand before returning a left kick which I block with my forearm. He moves, taking a swing at me, and I duck down and land a punch to his gut, then pull up and slam my fist into his face. The adrenaline is pumping and I’m channelling all my pain and all my rage into this fight. Fucker picked the wrong time to mess with me. I throw my right leg out for another kick which he blocks, so I raise my leg higher and aim for his head, which he quickly blocks with his forearm. I go for a swinging back kick with my left leg, but he quickly jumps back dodging it. I steady myself and throw out a right punch, which he blocks and with my right flank now wide open, he lands a solid kick right to my side which causes me to stumble back with a groan. We each slip back into a fighting stance staring each other down. I can see in his eyes that he’s all in. He has every intention of killing me. But I’m not dying today. I throw a right punch whi