All Chapters of The Chronicles of Wolves and Fire: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Pearl had a dream that night about someone she felt was extremely familiar, someone her heart recognized. Maybe this wasn't just a dream, perhaps this was the missing memory that Finn and Vergel were talking about when Ethan got kidnapped and she vanished into the mortal realm.Pearl was gone. Beneath the earth, black eyes snapped open, burning with fury. The ground rolled slightly, sending an ominous ripple across the park’s surface. Then Ethan rose, bursting into the air, with soil spewing like a geyser all around him. He felt the curious, disorienting wrench, then the overwhelming sense of loss—the black stain spreading across his soul.His breath was coming in painful, hard gusts. Red flames flickered and danced in his eyes. There was a pounding at his temples, and deep within him, the beast roared and raged, demanding to be unleashed.Ethan tried to regain a semblance of self-control. Pearl didn’t understand his world or the necessity of death. In her world, she clung to the beli

Ethan found he could smile then. In spite of the urgent, painful demands of his body and the fear she had put him through, even his anger that she had tried to leave him, she could make him smile. Pearl could melt his heart. Here he was, the leader of his people, an ancient one with enormous strength and tremendous knowledge, his word law, his commands obeyed without question. She was a small, fragile, female, and he was putty in her hands.The tunnel led deep within the bowels of the earth itself. It was warm and moist, the sound of water ever present. It seeped from the sides of the tunnel and trickled from the curved ceiling above their heads. Pearl inspected her surroundings warily, not liking the fact that they were in a volcanic range of mountains and it was decidedly warm.Ethan murmured, “We need to seek refuge, Pearl.”“Have you ever been here before?”He heard the note of nervousness in her voice. “Of course I have, many times. We spend a great deal of our time below ground.

Pearl opened her eyes slowly, drowsily, sexily. Ethan smiled down at her, touched his finger gently to her swollen lips, caught a ruby drop of his blood on the pad of his finger, and brought it to his own mouth. She blinked to bring him into focus. Her body was locked with his; she could feel him, thick and heavy, buried deep within the tightness of her core. His smile was lazy and sated, his black eyes holding masculine satisfaction that he had done so much more than simply please her. He looked as if he might start purring over his own prowess.Pearl found her smile hovering too close to the surface. He was moving with slow, languid strokes that kept heat scorching her body, kept her nipples pressing into the muscles of his chest. The flickering lights from hundreds of candles illuminated the fine sheen of sweat on his skin. His long hair was damp, falling around his face, lending him the look of a pirate. She reached up and gently traced the hard line of his jaw.Ethan captured her

Pearl's skin was warm. Her insides were warm. The soles of her feet ceased to sting and actually felt good. Whatever Ethan was doing was obviously working, and she wondered at how he was able to heal as he did. At that moment he seemed a perfect miracle to her. Ethan returned to his own body and gazed down at Pearl’s beautiful face. She looked very young, and he felt like a criminal, knowing she had no way to fight him, no way to fight his claim on her. He had made certain of that. She had no idea what the ritual entailed, and perhaps the truth was, neither did he. But Ethan felt the difference, in himself, the difference the words he had uttered, binding them together, had caused. He no longer had any choice in the matter. He had to be with her, near her. He knew they could not be comfortably apart for any length of time. Whatever those words had wrought, it was out of their hands now. They had to abide by the results. Ethan touched her face with a gentle fingertip, “Do you feel be

Pearl observed from the window as Alisa and Vergel walked out of the yard and into the woods, then she began cleaning and washing the dishes. After that, she went to her room and changed into her dancing attire before heading out to the barn for some practice. The grief of her approaching departure clung to her, yet she felt more at ease and content this morning than she had in a long time.   Alisa appeared from the edge of the trees, sprinting flat out at her as she traversed the yard in the morning mist, heading toward the barn. Her hair was a tangled mess, her clothes dirty and torn. “Pearl! Pearl! There’s something wrong with Vergel, Come quick!” Pearl's pulse rate increased and her breathing became more rapid as terror gripped her. "What's the matter? " She threw her ballet shoe