"Please, Selene, slow down. Where are we going," I ask as the Goddess in front of me practically sprints down the wide corridor?
Selene makes no sign of hearing me and presses forward at the same speed. Forcing me to run to keep up with her. It continues like this for a while until she reaches a door that looks like it has been carved out of the night sky. Stars included.
"Wow," I breathe out in amazement.
Selene stops and brushes her hands over her long white dress before finally looking at me.
The stark difference in her Goddess appearance and her mortal appearance is still a little unnerving to me, but I am adjusting.
Gone is the brunette hair and blue eyes I met in the fairy pit. In their place is nothing but black. Black hair. Black eyes. The angelic face is still the same, but the colors are all wrong.
But I must admit I have grown to like the pitch-bl
THERE ARE TRIGGER WARNINGS IN THIS BOOK. THE WEREWOLVES IN THIS SERIES ARE VERY ANIMALISTIC. READ WITH CAUTION. THANK YOU "Get up," the beast man yells at us. We all scramble to our feet in hopes of not aggitating him. He spits, kicks, and hits if we don't move fast enough. On multiple occasions he has also drug one of us away for the night. "Buyers are coming tonight. I expect each of you to be on your best behavior," he snarls, and my head falls. Matted dirty hair brushes my cheek as I try to be invisible. Not once has he touched me, but I don't think it is due to my luck. I think it is due to the chain on my wrist. The gleaming gold chain that he eyes everytime he comes into the room. None of the other girls have one, and it was placed on me the night I was stolen from my room. "Shakira will sort you," he growls out before finally leaving our dungeon. *** "Shakira, who is Shakira," one of the more beaten girls asks as she looks around the room. I shrug. Mos
"Hello, pet," the man growls as he comes to stand directly in front of me. Terror is paralzying my body so my eyes don't stray from the deep rich red puddle of blood heading directly for my feet. My mind is both screaming and shrinking at the sight, but my fear won't allow me to move. I can't even save myself from joining her. "Kill him," the man again growls before grabbing my arm roughly and yanking me towards a waiting car. I try not to stumble, but it's impossible. Not only is my brain unable to form coherent thoughts, like lift one leg and then the other, but his touch is also distracting. Extremely distracting. It's the only thing my mind can focus on other than Amber's blood. It makes my skin crawl, but at the same time there is something comforting about his touch. Even though he list murdered someone in cold blood right in front of me my brain recognizes his touch a
Finding the street isn't hard, but deciding which way to go is. I have no idea what state I'm in. I have no idea how big this "Alpha" guy's "territory" is. Plus, I really can't trust anyone I see driving. After a few minutes of thinking I decide to follow the road heading left along the treeline. The area seems to be pretty rural, so maybe I can use that to my advantage. If I see a car coming I can hide in the trees or drop to my stomach in the tall grass. The grey dress I am wearing shouldn't draw too much attention. As I walk my feet almost immediately begin to give me issues, but I push the pain to the back of my mind by picturing Amber dead on the kitchen counter....ready to be carved up for breakfast. A sob breaks through my lips as I picture her eyes staring off at nothing. If only I hadn't overheated that furnace. Maybe just maybe, she would still be alive. Not
Trigger warning I breathe a massive sigh of relief as the sheriff pulls into my father's driveway. After a couple of hours of questions and almost seven hours in the car, I am finally back in South Carolina. I don't think any of the sheriffs believed a word I said about the demon shapeshifters, but one of them did drive me home. Probably so he can personally explain my mental breakdown to my father. I open the passenger door to the car just as my big brother swings open the front door to our house. Tears immediately prick my eyes, and I take off in a dead sprint. Kenneth opens his arms wide to catch me before I slam into his chest. "Oh, baby sis, are you okay," he whispers, and I nod against his shoulder. "I can't believe someone got in here and took you. I didn't hear a thing," Kenneth mumbles, and I nod again.
PLEASE LEAVE REVIEWS IT HELPS MY STORIES!!! I NEED TO KNOW WHERE I CAN IMPROVE OR WHAT I AM DOING RIGHT. THANK YOULUCIAN I crash into my room and begin to pace. My human thoughts are being so overwhelmed by my natural wild instinct I can't even shift back. My muscles are screaming with pent-up frustration, and all I want to do is attack. I want to inflict pain; my werewolf nature is calling for it. "Alpha, I have the cuffs," Beta Kohn says, and I snarl at him. "I understand, Alpha...How about we place them on your ankles....keep them hidden along with the fever? If you keep on like this, you will continue to harm the females," Beta says, and I stop in my tracks. I give him a brief nod, and he dashes forward to cuff the thick strips of silver around my ankles. It only takes a minute for the poisonous bands to do their job, and I begin to shift back. Kohn exhales a sigh of relief as my fur recedes and my naked form once again becomes human. My senses immediately take a nosed
AMBER TRIGGER WARNING I can do this. I can do this. In the past week, I have been kidnapped, almost sold, and face to face with death. I can ride on a plane to an unknown destination at four in the morning... Sure. The flight attendant offers me another sweet smile as she passes me, but I don't return it. I'm too emotionally drained to even fake happiness. Dad wouldn't even tell me where I was going. He just rushed me to the gate and kissed my forehead. And when I had given him a hug, he had crushed me to him like we would never see each other again. Which, for all I know, we won't. I decide to curl up in my seat and stare out the window even though the sky is still too dark to see anything. Drifting off in uninterrupted thought seems like a nice escape.Especially since dad took my phone, he claimed anyone could track it. He ha
AMBER When I get off the plane, I am pleasantly surprised to see a man holding a sign with my name. Dad really did think of everything. "Hi, Umm, I'm Amber," I say self consciously while adjusting my backpack. He meets my eyes and nods but doesn't utter a word while producing an oversized jacket from his own backpack. He hands it to me and grunts like an animal. I throw it over my arm, but alarm bells are going crazy in my head. This guy is weird. "Umm, thanks...Where am I," I ask cautiously, and he tilts his head as if he doesn't understand English. We both stay frozen for a moment before he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper with my name on it. He hands it to me, and I awkwardly shift the jacket to read it. Dear Amber, Hey Baby girl. I hop
LUCIAN "You better have good news, Ruben," I snarl before turning to look over my haggard appearance in my bathroom mirror. Nearly a month of searching while cuffed has been awful. The constant silver on my body is affecting the color of my skin and my appetite, but at this point, if I remove the cuffs, every female in the house will be in danger. My beast form will rage and attack anything with a vagina. My mating fever is so far gone Kohn can't even venture into my room for too long. I have to be near her soon, or I will have to forfeit my Alpha position. "I do, Alpha. Our sleeper cell in Alaska has had their eyes on a Lone Wolf for years. Recently he has taken up with a human female. But according to reports, the female didn't match Amber's description...with no other leads, I came up North to check for myself...Alpha...It's her. A lone male wolf has her out in a cabin in Alaska. He dyed her hair dar