"I also practice sorcery…" I told him, hoping he wasn't one of those creatures that abhor my kind. "Magic doesn't work on my kind…" he replied. I felt lost all over again. “Why did you say that?” I asked. “I feel... I feel...” he repeated as if befuddled. He then used his usually coarse tongue to trace the hem of my ear before nibbling on the shell. I felt so happy the new information about me being a witch did not deter him. I braved raising my hand to touch him, partly from curiosity and wanting him to know, I wanted him too. I felt him quiver and he released a sharp breath. The pleasure-filled sound encouraged me and I grew bold. I ran my finger through his full, long hair, stroking the side of my face against his. He groaned my name and I think I lost my mind. The sound was filled with so much longing that mirrored my frustration right then. The urge to feel more overtook me and I craned my neck, desperately wanting to kiss him. He took my lips and devoured me. I moaned r
"I have heard of Lycans, seen drawings of their kind in the Keeper's journal but never actually encountered one but I have seen werewolves – werewolves are cute when they are not trying to eat you. According to what I saw, Lycans are supposed to be ugly and vicious in their primal form," I said, "you were neither ugly nor vicious, I thought you were really beautiful and enthralling," I added, as I rubbed my face against the corner of his neck. He chuckled, then groaned when I rubbed against him, shifting, I lay atop him, using one hand to frame his chin and smiling into his eyes. He reached down to frame my hips and made me straddle him. I couldn’t help leaning over to press a timid kiss on his lips, although shy, I couldn’t help myself. He was the most beautiful man … creature I have ever met. "What kind of Lycan are you?" I asked, adoring him with my eyes. "Before I answer your question, tell me where you are from?" he replied in a low, sexy baritone. "The Eastlands..." I repli
“I made something for you to eat,” he whispered into my ear much later. Using his arm as a prop he rested his head over his hand, studying my face. “Thank you,” I said. He smiled and lowered his head to kiss me on the lips. He then left the bed and reached out to help me up. “I am sorry your clothes are ruined,” he said, not looking sorry at all. I giggled, reaching upward to cup his strong jaw. “We both know you are not, Dane,” I said. He grinned boyishly, causing my heart to flip for him. He was beautiful. I couldn't get over how perfect he looked. My stomach rumbled, reminding me I never did have breakfast, no thanks to Dane and his … friend. Letting out a sigh I tore my eyes from him, lowering them to the bed covers and pulled the upper one out, wrapping it around my body, making a knot on one shoulder. When I was done, I swept out my hand to display my handiwork. “I prefer you without it,” Dane grumbled. I couldn't help laughing. He looked utterly sullen. When he said
“There are some parents who sell off their children to the coven. It is absolutely normal in my region, some of the children are orphans who wandered and got caught, and some stolen. Some of them get inducted into the coven. Some with disabilities are sacrificed,” I replied, feeling detached. “Was your mother also into this practice?” he sounded angry and I don’t blame him. Maybe he will start to hate me now and cast me out too. But it felt better talking to someone about it. “Yes, Dane. Parents bring their unwanted children to be sold whether the coven wants them or not. My mother suggested to the council to start inducting them into the coven instead of just killing them off. I suppose that was her way of trying to save them,” I said and let out a sigh. “Was that part of the 'conventional practise' you tried to stop?” he asked, laying emphasis on the term I had used earlier. “I helped the caged ones escape. Isidora found out and told me I hadn’t done them any good and that t
Saraya seemed to have gone into some kind of trance. Her irises glowed white and her chest heaved as she breathed audibly. I went to stand in front of her studying her beautiful face and watched as her face changed with an array of expressions. I heard her whisper my name so lovingly and I couldn't stand the suspense. Reaching out to her, I placed an open palm over her forehead, shut my eyes and merged my mind with hers. My heart slammed into the wall of my chest when I saw her memories, playing like a movie – our movie. I understood the parade of emotions then. It felt surreal to watch the first time I saw her when we first had sex and how intense it felt. Hearing her use a collective pronoun for her and me, was the beginning of a love so profound I could not let go. When it got to the part where we both faced off with guidance, I scented her blood – fresh blood and my eyes flicked open. Blood was dripping from her nose and she started to shake visibly. Understanding it was getti
"I know now why I go to the human dimension…" she whispered against my skin. We were both lying in bed and she was plastered against my side with her face buried in the nook of my neck. I craned my neck to look at her, meeting her gaze as she lifted her head up, I searched the lovely emeralds of enchanting grey, returning my scrutiny. I could feel her nervous energy. "Tell me," I urged. My voice sounded deep and gruff. "When I was little, I accidentally discovered I had the power to walk through realms and whenever I got in trouble I would escape through the veils and wander. That was how I discovered the Human dimension. I found they have laws that protect children and they even build homes for them and place them under supervision. I know now that it is called Foster care. And thus when I needed a safe place to take the children…" "You took them there," I concluded for her. She nodded. "I figured the dimension would be safer but promised them I would be the invisible guard
Something was happening and I had no clue what it was. I felt the supportive power the instant I began to fall apart – like my sparing memories disintegrating into grains of sand. I felt the pull the first time Dane made me shapeshift but then I thought it must be his magic coursing through me. I thought the whimper in my ears was mine. But now we were not having sex. And I heard the same thing. Someone or something was merging their powers with mine to help me and that I suspect was the reason I was able to pull the stunt I just did. That, plus Dane and the guardians’ help. That, someone, had called into my head, urging me to embrace my primal powers which had aided Dane in stopping my death. And whoever it was was in danger and I trust my Lycan to find them. We dug through the earth assuming our ethereal forms. I recalled the first time I tapped into the power, my mother had grabbed onto me before I disappeared and had been forced to follow me. I recalled what we were able t
Dane shepherded me ahead of the guardians, forcing me to tear my eyes away from her as he walked me through the hole we came in through. “Sara, mind link with me and take us where you see,” Dane said. There was a certain urgency in his voice that made me do as he asked, understanding there was something going on that I haven’t yet grasped.Shortly after we found ourselves in the foyer of a house that evidently looked like a mansion. The shift in the air was so familiar I knew Dane had made me bring us to the human realm and I have no idea why.“Upstairs,” Dane said to Anastasios Martas who was still holding my mother protectively. The other Lycan hurried towards the grand double stairs stationed opposite the entrance of the hall and I moved to follow him. Dane pulled me to a stop. “Babe, let him help her,” he said. My eyes darted in their sockets, silently questioning him. “Come,” he said to me, and to the rest of the guardians, he said, “make yourselves at home. Food and alcohol ar