All Chapters of Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

He is the butcher, the butcher of good dreams, hopeful thoughts. – Bloodsongs. ____ (Aurora) I am nothing like you. Aurora shivered as cold wind chilled her spine. It felt like Théoden, his body around hers. It felt ugly and comfortable, cold and warm. She shuddered, pushed him off her mind. Nay, you’re everything that is mine. I waited for you, my blood, waited. Years and years and years. For you, for you to come and win this battle. I would never help the likes of you. Aurora whispered back, weak, trembling. His words were penetrating, oozing inside her brain like a thick tar. You lie, little daughter. You lie and you will see the dark, one day. You will embrace your destiny and yours is mine. With a battle cry, he floated around her, air buzzing and then he vanished with a last howl, you are mine. Aurora stared above her head. He wasn’t there. Eyes empty, mind swimming with what he said, she closed her eyes. “What happened, hey?” Someone shook her out of her trance. “You loo

His eyes are the hell flame and in him resides the residents of hell – the evil spirits. – Bloodsongs. ~~~ (Azakeal) "Aurora, Aurora." He looked at her and she was shuddering. She looked weak and feeble, and sweaty as she sobbed in her sleep. "Wake up, you are dreaming." He shook her, but she was not waking up from the sleep. She wriggled under her blanket, and he could see how sweaty she was, and he could feel her fear in his bones. Being a guardian angel was sometimes a difficult job, without being close to your ward, but now that he was closer to her, he could feel her fear and sorry, a thousand times stronger than before. His heart wrenched as he shook her once again. She blinked. "Is that a nightmare?" "Sameera," she murmured and Azak sighed. Of course, he knew who Sameera was. "I dreamt about her. It was... sad." Aurora blinked at him and he held out a glass of water for her. "Drink some water, you will be alright." "He betrayed her. How could he?" "I know." "

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

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.

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