"Veronica…"I was deflecting, I knew that. I didn't want to deal with anything that I was going through right now. Ethridge and his threats, the potential end of the world, how close I'd come to death, or—Or, the bits of colored scrap that would come swirling up through my subconscious in the form of fucked up dreams about what may or may not have happened that fateful day when my parents died.It was all just too much, and could anyone really fault me for wanting to swap all this angst for a moment of feeling good. For feeling held? For security, and maybe even a facsimile of love?I just wanted my life to go back to the way it used to be before things got all messy. Before life got all complicated. Before I had to worry about figuring out all the hard parts.When I'd wake up in a warm bed smelling like that detergent they discontinued last year, the one that smelled like chrysanthemums on a spring morning. Ignoring the buzz of my alarm for a few more lazy moments
"We don't know what happened. They're doing everything in their power to locate your—""Okay.""Okay?" Noelle glanced up at the officers scattered around Nana Bet's room. It looked like a bear had been sent loose on her little shoebox studio: furniture toppled over, pictures cockeyed, lamps broken, lock undone. Or, rather, a wolf. "Can we, get a moment?""Yeah sure, if you can step over here—""Thanks, come on, Ronnie." Her hand slid over mine, coffee warm and seasonally dry. Grounding. "Let's go get you something to eat at the cafeteria. Have you eaten today?""No."We spilled out into the hall and a world of autumnal delights. Jack-o-lanterns and scarecrows filled every nook and cranny bats and black cats hadn't occupied. A couple of our residents' grandkids were over for some early Halloween shenanigans, dressed up as whatever popular fancy had taken kids these days with a couple of classics. A ninja followed by a yeti dressed as an ice princess shoved past us to g
"Fuck me!"I was trying not to look down at the city far below me. The cars looked like ants marching along a green pathway through a dark jungle. I screamed, I knew I did, but the rush of the wind over my ears blocked it from reaching me. Brick bit into my raw palms, and the slate roof was surprisingly slippery to walk on when barefoot and like a million stories up. But, I'm pretty sure if I wasn't so batshit terrified, my red dress flowing in the wind would have made me look like one of those high-class models in quality production luxury perfume ad.No. 5 the Film style, ladies and gents!The office of the former Mayor of Cibola City erupted in literal hellfire, taking half the domed glass ceiling and all the stability of what I was standing on with it. A fiend made of an unholy amalgamation of one Duke of Hell and one partially possessed of one Ethridge Coolidge Alston Jr.—sorry, Ethridge Coolidge Alston Sr., as it turned out he was a Faustian contract-having bastard (I ca
Brightvale University was one of the most prestigious places a witch could get their education. Witches from all over the world compete to get placed here after graduating from their local academies where they continue their higher education and become some of the best magical users the world has to offer. But right now, it's the bane of my existence. Since passing my numerous entrance exams and scraping together enough funds in order to pay for my classes, I was finally, finally going to become the witch I always wanted to be. One who worked alongside high ranking officials within the embassy or were a part of the Queen's Court.Something better than being stuck in my small hometown and being forced to become a kitchen witch. Though lately, that's looking like more and more of a reality."Aw, cheer up, Narine." I feel an arm wrap around my shoulders. "You'll get 'em next time."Wincing, I look over to where our proctor is, hunched over the long table in the front
I hide on the other side of the coffee table, peeking at the figure sitting on top of the altar cloth. It looks strange… almost like it's hunched over in an awkward position. Holding my breath, I watch as it unfolds itself and stands slowly. Long limbs stretched and brought back into place—like the creature is being reformed before my very eyes. There's only a single candle left lit on the cloth and it flickers violently when the creature moves away from it. Oh gods… what the hell did I just do?Something comes rumbling from it, dark and dangerous sounding. Almost like a growl."What are you doing?"I freeze at the voice. It—he?— bends and picks up the candle that's still lit. Bringing it closer to me, the coffee table creaks when he leans into it. He holds the candle over me, looking down at where I'm squished.I stare up into a beautiful set of eyes filled with chaos and a fire burning behind them. Furious and apathetic all rolled into one.
I run to Eva's dorm with only the book and my house keys clutched in my hands. Freaking out internally, I hope like hell she's there tonight. It's a Friday night, which means she's either staying in and binge watching whatever current medical drama is on, or she's out somewhere partying like it's her last night alive. I internally groan at myself. I didn't even bring my phone with me before I left, so freaked out Soleus was actually going to smite me like he promised, I didn't think to take anything else with me other than my shoes.If Eva is actually out somewhere on campus, it's going to be next to impossible to find her. Parties are a dime a dozen and trying to get into one of them without some kind of invite is laughable at best. I'm not ugly by any means, but compared to Eva, I get easily passed over. Which is fine, my relationship status isn't my concern at the moment. All I really want out of life right now is to pass university and actually get into the f
Eva lets out a long sigh when she's done looking over the spell and the altar cloth I have still stretched out across my living room floor."I'm going to be honest with you, Nari. I really have no idea how to help you."Behind us, Sol grumbles on the couch.We both ignore him."We can't use the same spell to send him back?"She shakes her head and holds up the book, pointing to the spell I read when doing the ritual. "It says here that you're calling on him. Kind of like a one-way telephone.""Oh…"She turns towards the couch. "Can you find another open portal? She brought you here but surely if you step through another portal to Hell, it'll take you back there."Sol leans away from the back of the couch and rests his elbows on his knees. He leans his weight forward while his lips turn down into a cruel looking sneer."Typically, yes. That would be my first go-to. However, your friend here has decided to tether me to this house."My eye
I try to quickly cover myself, his words only half registering."C-Clause?""Mmm." There's a gust of cold wind blowing into the shower when he slides the door open. "Yes, the little stand-off we've been having."My mind is too busy swimming with sex hormones to even try and comprehend or make sense of what he's saying to me. "What?"He laughs darkly while stepping into the shower. My eyes immediately latch on to the way his clothes soak through with water, framing each muscle I knew he's been hiding under all of that dark fabric. My mouth drops open a little, not being able to help myself by taking him all in.Damn, are all demons sexy? Is that some kind of caveat for becoming one?"Like what you see?"His voice breaks me out of whatever trance I'm under. "Out."Even as I say it, I don't even believe me. Sure, is it embarrassing that he's caught me fingering myself? Yes, of course. But the outline of his cock is currently rewiring my brain
Gabriel's POVSix months later…"Who's next?" I asked, flipping through paperwork at my desk. The blinds were open, letting sunlight stream into my office. I'd admit that was the biggest thing I'd miss from my humanity—the sun. But I could enjoy the warmth as the high-end glass protected blocked out the rays. My tie was loose around my neck. Still hated the things. That didn't change. My suit jacket thrown on the coat rack behind me. I rolled my sleeves up, gazing over the recently closed cases, and filing them into the proper categories.VampireShifter.Ghost.Demon.Boogeyman.Etc. I'd make a new file if we came across a new type of monster.The scent of strawberries filled my nose as Lucy plopped onto my lap, setting her laptop down to scroll the schedule. I brushed her longer blonde hair over her shoulder, peppering kisses against her throat.When we were human, her pulse would jump, but her reactions were still the same. She'd lean against my mouth, h
Lucy's POVI was floating in the black. The call of the void beneath my feet. A bottomless ocean. Deeper than the heavens above. I watched the clouds split apart, beckoning me to rise, but I chose to sink deeper and deeper. Finding warmth in the abyss.A burning pain seared my throat, churning my stomach with an insatiable hunger as my eyes shot open. Air clawed into my lungs, even if I didn't need it. I felt cold. Usually, I could hear my heart beating in my ears.Blood rushed under my skin. Warming my cheeks.But I heard nothing.Felt nothing.Except for this nauseating hunger.Disorienting. The first face I saw was Gabriel's, leaning over me, fully dressed. The last thing I could remember was intertwining myself with him and Vivi. Finding a mind-bending pleasure as I soared.Intoxicated in the sensations. Until everything became cold. Chills and pain settled over my body, and it paralyzed me. I remember the pain heightening to a point where I couldn't breathe, my
Vivianna's POVI felt powerful.Like I was siphoning Lucy and Gabriel's power for myself. The more time passed and the closer they got to a full transformation, the more strength surged through my body. It was like nothing I had ever felt before.And there was a reason for it.All the pain had vanished, leaving euphoria in its wake. Addicting. Enough to drive mature vampires into madness. I blinked hard, holding on tight to my mind, not letting it sweep me away.Gabriel and Lucy were mid-transformation. The initial heat of my blood had worn off, sending them spiraling into a lust-filled hunger. I remembered my transformation. Delirious lust. Hunger. But I was confused. Lost in the haze. Pain embedded into every fiber of my being. My muscles ached as they stretched and strengthened. Agony clenched my heart as it slowly stopped beating.Alistair left me alone during the change. Let the fear consume me as I felt myself die. I was in the dark, buried in a box in a shallow gr
Vivianna's POVI leaned against the headboard, my body flushing with heat. I could taste Gabriel and Lucy on my lips. Decadent and sweet. Rich and bright. Exactly how I imagined they'd taste together. Perfect accompaniments. My core tingled, wetness spreading down my thighs at the sensation of Gabriel's cock rocking against my slit. Lucy stared up at me, dazed with lust. Her pretty pink-tipped breasts asking to be licked. The taste of her pussy in my mouth. Heady and sweet, and I couldn't wait to sink my face between her thighs and use my tongue to make her come.But there was something I needed to say first. They had to know what was going to happen. "Once this starts, it won't stop," I murmured, my throat bobbing, the ache burning between my legs. I brought my nails to my collarbone and slit across the skin.The desire I felt kept me from feeling the sting, and I released small ruby droplets from under my skin. My blood would heal Gabriel now that I was strong again. All his
Lucy's POVThere was no time to react. Vivianna shoved Alistair against the wall, cracking the stone as Vivianna sliced through him with claws. Her face had morphed into that of a monster, with fangs and veins, while Alistair morphed into something resembling a wolfman. They disappeared into the darkness of the cave, but I could hear them.Every hit sounded like grinding stone. Heavy impacts. Blood spraying across the chasm. Hissing and snarling echoed off the walls, but I wasn't sure who had the upper hand, and I was afraid to think it was Alistair.Gabriel crumpled against the ground, and I ran to him, beaten and bloody. His shoulder was torn open, riddled with bite marks just like Alistair had shown me. God, he felt so cold. No shirt to protect him from the chill of being underground."Gabriel," I whispered, cupping his handsome face, bruised and pallid. Lacking his natural healthy, honey gold tan. "Baby." I stroked his cheeks with my thumbs and he groaned. A noise of pai
Lucy's POV"Are you sure, Lucy?" Vivianna asked like she desperately wanted me to say no. She wanted me to withdraw my consent. Give her a reason not to hurt me.Her heart cried out to me, begging me to leave her. Run before it was too late. But I wouldn't. Not when my husband was on the line.Rage burned within me. Alistair showed me Gabriel, chained up against a stone boulder, wounds weeping with blood. His chest was heaving, willfulness apparent in the cut of his rib. Even with his shoulders strained, riddled with teeth marks, he didn't lose himself. He was going to fight.And so would I.Anything for him. I was going to get my fucking husband back.My neck ached, bruised where Alistair claimed me. It felt like I was breathing smoke. Suffocating like ash in my lungs. Burning my insides. Searing me from the inside out.I could feel him in my head like he was wiggling his fingers in my brain. Trying to figure out what buttons to press to get me to do what he wanted. I
Vivianna's POVA sinking feeling filled my gut.Where was Gabriel? He hadn't returned after his meeting with William. The moon was high in the sky, the middle of the night. He should have been back by now. I turned to look at Lucy, still barely coherent, mumbling nonsensical words.Alistair wasn't ready to use her yet. I didn't like thinking about what he would use her for. All the things he did to me under his thrall…took centuries to heal from. Some I'm still healing from. She was sweating, small sobs breaking from her chest like he had her submerged into an eternal nightmare.Seeing Lucy in so much pain. So much terror on her face. It broke my heart. I reached out to comb my fingers through her matted curls, and I swear my touch relaxed her a little. Her nose unwrinkled, and instead of being afraid, she just seemed exhausted.So much sleep, but so little rest."Wake up, Lucy," I whispered, leaning down to press a kiss against her forehead. "Come back to me." Her eyeli
Gabriel's POVThe sun was setting.I was so close to town. Just a little further. No longer than a thirty minutes drive. Northpass had already slammed their doors, locking up for the night. I was absorbed by my thoughts.By my plans. Billy had answered most of my questions, and I wouldn't have gotten very far without him. In fact, I'd probably be dead in the water. Billy was callous and resistant, but he was good for his word.The sunset painted the sky with all sorts of colors, violets, and oranges. Beautifully disappearing into a night sky, only lit by a full moon. A brewing storm cloud perpetually floated above the castle, waiting to storm, but never able to. Like it was trapped in eternity with Vivianna.My mind wandered to them. How Vivianna would care for my wife. I should be there. Dampening Lucy's forehead with a cool cloth. Easing her fever and erasing her chill. I should be listening to her cries, holding her hand, and keeping her from falling too deeply.Bu
Gabriel's POV"So Elizabeth Bathory really was a vampire?" I asked, the journal open on my lap. My leg was crossed over the other, giving me a flat surface to work on while I face Vivianna.I took notes as I analyzed everything she had to say. It was like a dam of information had cracked wide open, spilling and overflowing the river beneath it.All of the pieces were falling together. The mystery of the portrait under the library. The missing people. How Vivianna enticed me.Vivianna had her legs parted, speaking easily, freely. She didn't have anything to hide now. She nodded, gazing at me with interest. "Elizabeth liked virgins. She'd host extravagant parties and every guest had to bring her a virgin. Alistair was a frequent attendee.""You said you slayed her. How?""The first fifty years of my curse was a bloody blur." She paused. "Pleasure. Death. Emptiness. I was so empty until one of Elizabeth's citizens grabbed my arm in passing, begging me to save his daughter from