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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?
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 23. Dilemma
The snake, the wolf, the shadow, he takes shapes from the darkness.' - Bloodsongs. ~ (Aurora) "Are you doing magick right now?" She gave him a look as she stared at the soft glow of golden light flickering in his finger. It was beautiful and she had never seen such a beautiful thing in her life. He shook his head in denial. Aurora smiled at him, and he looked like he was panicking. His eyes were wide as he pushed his hands down, but the glow never stopped. Her smile turned into a soft look of wonder as she watched the curtains open. Cool air rushed in and her hair started to defy gravity and floated around her as if she was floating in space. The warm tingle of the golden light swirled around her and she shuddered. She tried to pull her hair down, but it was useless. Her eyes widened and she gasped as she felt the tingle in her skin when the golden spark teased her throat, tickling. It was electric. Her skin heated and Art looked red as his wide eyes found hers. She felt th
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 24. Off To Earth
'Saddled with the misery, his sorrow is like a spider web, trapping the unsuspecting victims.' -Bloodsongs. ~ (Azakeal) "Do you have any plan?" Castiel frowned at him. Azak thought about it hard and long, as he sat together with Castiel. Plan? He didn't have any damn plan. He wasn't the planning kind of guy. He went to where life took him, wherever that was. He didn't have time for making plans. That was just a boring way to live. He was not boring, now was he! "So what should I do now? How should I convince her?" Azak asked his solemn-looking friend. Castiel was very mature when compared to Azak, even though they had both been created exactly five hundred years ago. "Umm, how about joining her school and befriending her and maybe then you can follow her and-" "Too much effort. I don't like it." Azakeal grunted. School. Studying. Pretense. Nope. Not his cup of coffee. He had never liked following rules. He was sure he would immediately want to rebel against every rule in the s
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 25. The Vineyard
'When darkness cloaks the blood of evil, and when nightmares brood for souls, he rides the shadows, hunting for a new game.' – Bloodsongs.~~(Aurora) Aurora nervously walked towards Art's house, hoping yesterday's misadventure wouldn't put a dampen to her mood. She didn't want it to. They had to spend their lives next to each other and she didn't want to be fighting with him. She was excited to go the vineyard and she didn't want to keep worrying about the previous night or keep thinking about it. She couldn't afford to. She wanted to have a day of fun, without anything to worry about and that was what she was going to do. She was going to forget what had happened the previous night and act like everything was fine. She knew it was not a healthy way to deal with it, but whatever. It was the only way she wanted to deal with right now. She walked inside his house, calling out his name, and searched for him, but he was nowhere to be seen. "Janessa, where is your son?" She asked
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch Art and Azak
'Sweet, but poison, he slips his way past all the hurdles and attacks human minds when they are the most exposed.' – Bloodsongs. ~ (Art) Art had always feared moving water, but this creek was the safest place he knew. This was something he knew and understood and he'd even risk drowning to see the smile that glittered in Rory's eyes. The stupidity of that sentiment wasn't lost on him, but he didn't give a damn to the warning bells ringing in his head. This was happiness, this was bliss and he wouldn't dampen it. Not now. Not when she looked at him with those bright blue eyes that shone with unexplained happiness. This was their dream and he would enjoy it a little longer. She dived in, dress and all and pulled her head out and spat water with a gurgle of laughter. He peeled his shirt off and checked the water and it was so damn cold. "Come on in." She smiled as she looked at him with those blue, blue eyes and damned if he could ever say no to that. No to her. He couldn't. He did
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 27. Oh, Damn!
There in the darkness his realm, full of pain and agony, full of screams and sorrows. - Bloodsongs.~(Aurora)Aurora watched Art as he dipped his head inside bubbling water, watched as water closed in on him and waited with her thrashing heart -- it was going to stop if it thrashed any faster, any quicker-- for him to come back out.He pulled his head out after what felt like eons, but really just minutes, hair wet and soaked, water dripping down his eyes to his long lashes and then the droplets teased his succulent lips - the lips that she dreamed of, that she craved. He was beautiful, magnificent and the bare, lean torso swathed in sunlight, slick with running droplets of water and that was Rory's ruination. Damn.To her shame, she wanted him, more, more than just a kiss, more than just a magical touch. She wanted him as she had him in her dreams. The need was quick, a streak of lightning, draping around her flesh, bones and blood. She shivered. It was like an inferno and the shame
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 28. Sweet Kisses
'He is plague. He is pestilence.' - Bloodsongs/ ~ (Art) Art wanted to breathe, but that was just a secondary concern. Now, he wanted more of her and that was primary. A need so strong like a tempest pulled him in and he gave in. He had to give in, it was physically impossible to not give in. He did try to resist, but he couldn't. Not when she was looking at him like he had just kicked her. He couldn't see that look. That dejected look. He grabbed her by her hips. And her eyes were glimmering as she looked up. And he felt his heart expand and fill up with tenderness. He gave in. To her force, to her seduction, to her heat. It was hard not to. It would need him tens, millions of years to find that kind of resistance, and even then he wouldn't have found the will to resist. She was s quicksand, pulling him in with a force that was not necessarily bad. No, it was good, very good. 'But very wrong.' He knew. His conscience knew. But... he was so far gone to resist the pull of her. Res
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 29. Bad Habits
'Worship, he, the dark. He, the disciple of the serpent of old, wields black magic - his grimy sword -against everything white.' - Bloodsongs.~(Art)The next morning, in a totally unusual way for him, Art woke up feeling languid, relaxed and happy.He was very happy for the first time in his life. His magic sparked alive, just like his mood as he whistled a tune under his breath. He pulled his blanket off and got down from his bed.The smile in his lips was big and stupid, but he didn't mind it. He could still taste Aurora's soft lips in his and the tingle was instantaneous. It was mortifying that she affected him so much, but he loved it, too.The dream was - wow, something else. For so long, when he slept and when he dreamed, it was only nightmares. Bad, heart wrenching scenes and death and evil. But today, okay, it was a little more than a dream. It was hot, sensual and x-rated, but whatever, he wasn't looking the gift-dream in the teeth.He remembered the dream with a smile. It
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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
