LOGINShare
27. Oh, Damn!
Last Updated:
2024-10-29 19:42:56Related chapters
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
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 30. The Stalker
'His venom is made of vengeance and hatred. ' - Bloodsongs.~(Aurora)Aurora leaned against the cold metal locker, her heart burning in shame and regret as she watched as Art walked away.She felt like the most despicable person in the whole universe and there was just no stopping her guilt from eating at her. It was too cruel to wait here, wondering what he was doing with his girlfriend. She felt lower than dirt; she had always been someone who had been moral and straight, always, and now here she was, cheating on another girl. It was despicable and she had this urge to sit down and cry. But what good would it do?She had already depreciated herself, and in her stupidity, him. Art, she knew, wasn't the type of guy who would cheat and she knew how he would feel right now.She hated herself for doing that to him. This wasn't the way this was supposed to be. This wasn't supposed to be full of regret and fear and shame. What she had felt for Art was more than... this. So why then was
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 31. Guardian angel
'His fire kills the kindness and flames the wicked in everyone.' - Bloodsongs.~(Aurora)Aurora's eyes widened. He didn't even give her a look as he continued. The guy was strange, but then again... he was calling himself an angel. So she didn't know what to do about it. "You cried one whole night and then you tore the paper into pieces. Oh, I almost wanted popcorn. It was such an amazing TV show for us, we enjoy it," Azakeal, the crazy stalker, looked like he was thinking about it. There was such a big smile on his face as he looked at Aurora. "Mr. Mortenson was not even handsome. He is so ordinary, and his nose- it was kinda too big on his face. I told Castiel I didn't know what you saw in him. Castiel agreed."Aurora's mouth fell to the floor. She gaped at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. How in the world did he know it? Not even her best friend Amanda knew about this."And then after few months, you have a crush on the new boy in your school. He is a year older than you and he
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 32. Grime and Dark
'The demon in him is made of maliciousness and hatred.' - Bloodsongs.~(Aurora)She mumbled a curse under her breath with irritation. Of course, she still couldn't believe he was an angel, but it wasn't too far-fetched. The shape-shifting creature, witches, and wizards... so now, nothing seemed too improbable for Aurora.The angel laughed, looking mirthful. He looked really young for an angel. "It is really like reality TV. You might as well TiVo it. Wait, can you TiVo it? No, do not tell me you can record it! Do not," She asked as she looked up at him with warning, and he shook his head, as his eyes twinkled in merriment as he looked at her back with those beautiful violet eyes. His eyes were like glowing fire orbs of violet. It was such a breathtaking color. "It is like reality TV, but sadly, can't TiVo it." He said with a sad look on his face. The guy was illegally handsome. Like an angel! Oh, well, he was an angel, alright. "I can watch it only when it is happening. Right at tha
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 33. Chemistry
'He is madness. He thrives in disorder.' - Bloodsongs. ~ (Azakeal) Azak walked with her through the crowded corridor. She kept throwing him glances, subtly, or what she thought as subtle. He could feel and see every look from her. He thought about the time, just few minutes ago, when he had touched her so gently, like she was not just a ward, but something more precious... and his heart twisted. He touched her like how a human man touched the woman he liked. She was not the woman he could like. He couldn't like anyone. 'What is wrong with me? I am an angel. I don't feel- attraction.' But he had seen humans and their world and how two people who were attracted to each other behaved and the moment his palm touched her soft skin, the moment his violet eyes stared into her breathtaking blue eyes hiding secrets of heaven and earth, he felt the small pull in his heart and he knew it was so wrong. Yet, it felt so damn right. He was scared of that feeling. He was frightened. He, who ha
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 34. Distance
He the serpent that slithers inside minds, when shadows ticked and night birds sang of blood and death. - Bloodsongs. ~ (Art) He looked at Aurora and she was frowning at him. Her lips were in a pout and he wanted to grab her and kiss her, but no... they were talking or more like fighting. Her eyes were spewing fire and if looks could kill..."I didn't mean-" he started and she stopped him with a wave of her hand. She looked like a queen as she did that. It was as if he was her servant or something. "I am sorry. I know this is all too much for us. Our life is already a mess and this is getting beyond complicated.""Aurora. I didn't mean - this is-" he didn't know how to get her to understand what he was going to say to her. Words felt harder to say... and he was scared of making it more Messier than it already was. "It is fine, Art. I am sure it is all for the best. Let's not think about it. Let's concentrate on the nightmares, the shape shifting evil man, for now. Okay?" She said
Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch 35. From The Darkness
He is made of the darkest of the nights. ~~ (Art) Art looked at her and his heart thundered. She was beautiful, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He could kiss anytime he wanted now, now he didn't have a girlfriend anymore. He broke up and he was single and he could kiss any girl he wanted. I want to kiss this girl. But... He didn't think Julie would be so understanding, but she was. The hurt was still there, the anger, was too, but when he explained to her about how he felt about Aurora, about how he couldn't stay away... she scoffed at him and then sighed. She told him they would have been better off as friends, anyways, but she told him that she wouldn't be his friend, anymore. "I understand, Art. There's something there, in your eyes, something that was never there when you looked at me. We are compatible, good friends and I know you care for me, but then... Aurora and you...." Julie had said. "I am still angry, still angry, though." "I am sorry, I didn't want it to
Latest chapter
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
