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14. What A Witch
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Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 15. Magick
'The fire of greed in him burns golden and attracts his prey to him. In him lies the power to mesmerize.' – Bloodsongs. * "Whenever I get cold, this magick potion that cured me withing a day, my friends called it magical. So are you saying it is really magick?" Rory asked as she thought about all the times she had been sick. The days she got sick were very rare, and even if she did get sick, her mom would make some disgustingly, smelly things she called teas and three to four cups of it, and Rory would be good as new. Sometimes, Rory made her mom make these terrible concoctions for her friends, too, and they had all been cured in a day or two, as well. They all wanted the recipe, but mom said it was family secret. Rory thought mom was just weirdly possessive of her medicine, but... it really was a family secret. "It is. A witch has power to imbibe healing energy into the potions she is making. It won't work when someone else uses the same recipe. Recipe is just the basic. It is t
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 16. Not the right Guardian
'The darkness he brings is full of pain and plaguing memories.' -Bloodsongs. * (Azakeal) Azakeal was lazing around near the silver lake, when someone massive stood over him, hiding the light. Azak looked up and sighed. Okay. "So did you decide?" Gabriel asked, closing his massive wings. "Why is everyone so curious about my life suddenly?" Azak grumbled as he looked at the Magnificent Angel, Gabriel. His majestic wings were pure white, the kind of glowing white only few angels had been blessed with and his curious gold eyes were staring at Azak with question in them. "Because... suddenly you are the one offered with the protection of the humanity!" Gabriel said with a sigh. Gabriel was the first Angel and he was created just right after God created the world. He was also the most wise and most trusted servant of God. Gabriel was like a mentor to Azak. When Azak first came into existence, Gabriel was the one who taught him everything that he has to learn about being an Angel. And
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 17. Killing me softly
'With sinful claws of darkness, he paints the world, full of blood and black.' - Bloodsongs. * (Art) Aurora looked at him with a smile. "You look just as terrible. Are you going to sleep with me?" She said and then bit her tongue as if she realized how it sounded. He almost wanted to say yes, please. His body begged to touch her, to have her. As if she realized what she had said, the double entendre hidden in the words, she bit her lips, flushed a bright red and turned away from him. He wanted to bite those lips. He wanted to taste her. His whole body was begging. "That is an interesting invitation and I'd love to act upon it if you give more details." He smirked with a soft look on his eyes, and her flushed face and he laughed, even as desire pounded through his body, and she flushed further. So rosy, her cheeks, and his fingers itched to have a touch. Would they feel as soft as they looked? She growled under her breath and threw a pillow at him, pulling him out of his thought
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 18. Wet Dreams
"His Golden eyes were a glamor. Hidden underneath is the inferno made of hell fire." -Bloodsongs. * (Aurora) Aurora groaned as Art pulled her closer and kissed her. "Art," she moaned his name out as he bent closer to her and grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to his hard body. She felt like she was dying from the pleasure. It made her delirious and heady. e thought even as his fingers sneaked inside her shirt and he palmed her over her cotton bra and she bit her tongue as she looked up at him and he pressed his palms against the swell of her breast and she arched her back as her blood heated. She felt the touch everywhere. He rubbed a finger against her tightening nubs and she panted and moaned. He bent down and licked her throat in a long slow motion. Torturously slow and she grabbed a tuft of hair in her greedy fingers as she kept him right there. He licked, bit, eased the bite with a kiss and she was getting so, so wet. Her panties were drenched. "I am so wet," she mutte
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 19. Shadow Wolf
He is made of Vileness, the most disgusting thoughts buried in a soul - Bloodsongs. * (Aurora) Aurora looked into Art's face and she wanted to bury herself under the blanket and never come back out. Shit. What had she done? Why would she dream about something so preposterous? This was absolutely not right. He was still looking at her, his eyes strangely blue, and dark, and her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her throat... she wondered whether she had blurted something out loud while she was asleep. "What did you dream about?" His eyes twinkled and Aurora groaned under her breath. She turned purple... Yes, she was that embarrassed. What would he say when she said that she dreamt about him? "Something good?" He gave her a knowing look and she panicked. Did she really talk in her sleep or was he just making fun of her? "You are not crying, so I suppose it really is something good and fun." "Yeah. Yeah. Dream." She mumbled under her breath and he quirked her brows as
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 20. A Dark Warning
'His vileness can't be fought with. His power, made of murder of millions, can't be won over easily.' - Bloodsongs. * (Aurora) Air stilled for a moment, eerily quiet and everything around the wolf froze and then there was an ear-splitting cry. Aurora could see the air splitting. It was strange, but she saw everything shatter around them as the wolf bared its canines. "Art..." Aurora whispered, but he was looking only at the wolf. Her scream died down to a soft whimper. What the f*ck was this thing? The leap looked almost like a float, as the wolf's forelegs were thrust forward in the air and Aurora choked in a scream. Eyes widened with fear, she looked at Art who was staring at the thing with what looked like curiosity. Within a second, it landed with a thud on the front mirror and showed its snapping teeth at them. Drool dripped down its snout. The mirror cracked, a spider web of crack after crack, and Rory realized if the thing tried too hard, it could come in and kill th
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 21. Azakeal and God
'He warps human minds and feed twisted feelings.' - Bloodsongs*(Art)Art sat in the silence for a second before he pulled himself out of the daze he was in.He felt as though someone had pounded on him over and over again. Just a protective spell, and he was already drained from it.The wolf was so massive just a normal protective spell didn't work. He had to do a lot and it took a lot out of him. He had always thought of himself as kinda powerful. He was powerful when compared to humans, but this beast, this evil that could warp itself into different creatures, Art was no match against it, was he?!In the nightmares, his magick never worked, not at all, not even a little spark, and now, in reality, suddenly now, after the meeting with this wolf, his magick seemed to have gone wonky.He didn't know what to think of that. Now, he was a little bit glad that he had magick. He sighed as he relaxed his body and focused on the broken glass of the car. He closed his eyes as he whispered
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 22. A Touch Of Magic
His poison is made of greed and pride and lust and gluttony. He is the personification of every evil.' -Bloodsongs.~(Art)Art was careful while driving back home. His heart was still thundering, and his eyes were alert on the curving road in front of them. The night was thick, and the air smelled pungent and damp, as if the taste and smell of the wolf lingered in the air even after it was gone.Art warned Aurora to not look out the windows. He didn't want her to see any more of the disturbing sights tonight. He felt protective of her-a need that was beyond anything that could be controlled-and he wanted her to be safe, always safe."Hungry?" He smiled at her when her stomach growled like an ancient truck. She flushed and then nodded her head."Very. I am going to die of hunger if you don't feed me right this moment." She stepped out and he followed her inside his home."Mom, do you have anything to eat?" He shouted as they wandered inside."What happened to your venture to Sally's?
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Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 51. Pain and Hurt
He, the power of demons, the harbinger of bad, he is fortressed against death and only some can defeat his power. – Bloodsongs. ~~~ (Art) ART DROPPED OFF Julie at her huge house. She babbled on and on, all the way to her home, said how sorry she was, but she was incoherent, almost drunk on painkillers and Art couldn’t gather what she was talking about or why she was sorry. She stepped out and said sorry to him again, turned and walked away, looking still frail and weak. He sat in his car staring at the empty night, the few stars in the sky, the lonely looking trees and then he drove around, in an aimless circle before he found himself sitting in Sallie’s, eating a chicken pie, not really eating. What am I doing here, he mused. There was no answer except he didn’t want to go back home, not right now. “Arthur? How is Ariana? Is she okay? How are her wounds?” He looked up to see Lyka taking the chair next to him, her eyes worried. “And why are you not with her?” He stared at her,
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 50. Demons In Snake Skin
He lures the weak, the greedy, the egotistical, the envious, the outraged. He lures humans with sins beyond saving. – Bloodsongs. ~~~ (Aurora) THE snake continued to grow, a gigantic creature with mismatched body. Its eyes were alive, flashed with red and orange and blood dripped from its long fangs as it wriggled its massive body towards them. Aurora could feel its deriding grin, its glee as it approached them with its tongue poking outside. I will eat you, then sacrifice you for the devil. You will bleed in his altar, and he will be pleased. He will raise my position in his command. I will be his true warrior, his right hand man. “Dream all you want, but dream is what it will always be.” Lyka shrugged her shoulders, looking strong and brave, and Aurora wondered how she could face this when her legs were shaking like there was an earthquake beneath. Her body was acting and she felt the pain, every where. “The power of white, I call to smite. Air, water, fire come down to see t
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 49. Attack
Barters, he, the souls to the walking dead, for a life longer, for the power greater. – Bloodsongs ~~~ (Art) They were in the vineyard, and Aurora was eating grapes. Art looked at her with a smile, and he tried to concentrate on what she said, what she talked about. But it was too difficult to achieve when she talked a mile per minute. So he just watched her smile, her contented sigh, and her eyes that could swallow him whole and then those lips that move like a magic. “—so tasty, so warm, like sunlight dripping down your throat, like ambrosia.” She licked off the juice as she finished eating the grapes. He leaned closer, almost reflexively, to lick some of the juice by himself. Her eyes widened and then she pushed him away with a sputter. “What are you doing? People are watching.” “Do I look like I care? I will kiss whenever and wherever I want.” She ate two more grapes and gave him a look that burned his blood. “I just love the grapes, and don’t want you to steal them away fro
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 48. Dark and Light
There’s only a dying flicker of humanity in him. Mad like a whirlwind, he swirls in rage, to swallow everything light. – Bloodsongs~~~(Aurora)Aurora woke up, legs tangled with something warm. She remembered last night, when Azak and Art was in the room. Who was in her bed right now? Her eyes widened when she realized she didn't know who the hell it was. She flushed a bright red, even half asleep and tried to unwind herself from around him. Oh, it was difficult, for her limbs and his were intervened, her arms were around his neck and his on her stomach. She felt the warmth, the heat of him, and for a moment, she let herself enjoy the beauty of it, the innocence of it – sleeping together, fully clothed.And then the heat was hundred times more, a staggering punch of need in her stomach and she panicked, kicked him away and regretted it the minute she heard a loud thump and a louder groan.“What the hell? Who kicked me?” Art growled and she didn’t know how to answer to that. He got
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 47. Bonds We Make
He tempts, seduces, his voice a lull of melody. He shines, shimmers, a splendor to human eyes. – Bloodsongs. ~~~ (Ahriman) He was restless. He had taken too much time to gather his strength back and today’s surprise attack was sweet and wild. He saw the fear in the girl’s eyes, for the little one. Oh, he knew humans, their greed, their selfishness, but he also knew their bond with another human and it felt good to use just that. The human girl, the weak and puny one that was going to destroy – destroy, ha! He laughed, it was a mighty big joke – him loved the little one. It was sad he couldn’t do more than just project the image and threaten. How he wished he could take on the little girl. He could swallow her down his stomach. She was sweet, the blood in her pure and the soul, untainted, rich and succulent. He could smell the taste of her soul, could imagine the bright scent of her fear if he attacked and that made him thirsty. Thirsty for a little human blood. He hungered.
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 46. The Fight
He entices his victims in the dusk, showing the golden of his skin, the shimmer of his beauty. – Bloodsongs~~~(Art)Art was standing in front of Shalom, a sword in his hand. It felt heavy, strange in his hands, but the knowledge of why he was here, why he was doing things he hadn’t done before, was profound. It was earth shattering.And the knowledge was just beyond the curtain of smoke, floating around, tiptoeing in and out as Shalom and he sparred, thrusted, defended.“Open your legs. Balance your feet. Move as if you are dancing. Sword fight is a kind of dancing. Easy on feet.”Art did as he was taught. When they were both tired, they sat down and watched the women – his woman, and Shalom’s.They were both light on feet, quick as wind, and Art couldn’t believe that Aurora had never touched a sword before, never fought a battle before.She looked like she was born for this, born with a sword in her hand.“Aurora is marvelous. She is born for this.” Shalom took a gulp of his water.
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 45. Meeting the Angel
Black Magick with which he bests the white with. Darkness of sins, he uses to grime the light with. – Bloodsongs.~~~(Aurora)They were meeting with Lyka and Shalom, and Aurora felt like she had known these two people all her life. Maybe it was that inevitable connection that connected them together by fate.It was one of that gloomy Sundays, where the sun didn’t have enough strength to shine past the gray clouds flanking it from the sides.Aurora and Art were meeting Lyka and Shalom in Pizza Point, which was less crowded than Sallie’s. They took a corner table, and waited for the two witches to arrive, as Aurora thought about Azakeal. She was thinking of introducing Azak to Art, as well. It had been days and she didn't want to keep it a secret anymore. Azak walked in, looking comfortable in one of the t-shirts she had picked out for him the other day, when she realized he had been wearing the same hoodie for a while now. She waved at him and Art looked at her with confusion as Aza
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 44. Another Night
Hungers, he, more and more, and his is the religion of the flesh, the iniquity, the carnal, the egoism. – Bloodsongs.~~~Aurora went to her home, later, and they slept in their own bed, but their heart and mind were with each other and the other one, who was lurking in the dark, just behind those shadows.They wondered awake, what and where Théoden would be doing tonight. Was he going to plague their dreams, push them off the cliff, strangle them with the vines? Or was he going to stay silent and gather power for more than just nightmares?They wondered what it would come to, how it would end. What if they failed like so many before them? It was a miserable thought to have at the brink of the night, when shadows danced and dived and threatened with its obscurity.They looked behind the shadows and wondered, feared, if Théoden was there, stalking in the woods, relishing the power, pain in the darkness. There was howl of a dog and they wondered if it was the wolf they had seen – the on
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 43. Bonds
Darkness, his cover, he drinks its sin, malevolence and gain power from the shadows. – Bloodsongs.---(Art)Art was angry that she didn’t wake him up the night before to say anything right now. He feared, what would have happened if Ahriman decided to push farther. The bastard was in her head, and that made him angry, restless, wired. He looked at her, oh how she sat, like there was nothing wrong with their life, their damn life, like everything was fine and dandy.With a final glare her way, he turned to the roads. It would do better just to calm down, just to ignore her for the moment. He didn’t have patience to deal with her now, didn’t have enough of restraint.The fear in him, for her, still raged, a whirlwind within his belly. It twisted in him, tumultuous, feral, noisy.Above all... It was betrayal.They said they would share, didn’t they?They promised they’d be there for each other. While he called, begged for her to come to him, like a damn baby, she sat there, alone in the
