All Chapters of Elf To Tame A Werewolf: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

CAIVANAnother bar. Since Gilford, I've not been especially keen to step into one. But we have very little option; not when we've been turned away thrice.The hamlet is a certainly quiet one. And the few folks we've seen seem very cautious, so I can only assume they've had their share of the creatures that now plague the south.The bar is even quieter. Perhaps because it had rained, or something had happened before the rain. Either way, the place is dark, and the only people inside are a cloaked person in the corner and the bartender.Of the three of us, I'm the one who's gotten the worse sting of the rain, given that Daena and Camille conveniently had coats suited for the purpose. Lian and Ima could handle the cold. Not me, I couldn't risk transforming for insulation. Couldn't risk transforming at all.The bartender throws a glance at us, but it's Ima she really sees. She frowns when she says, 'No animals in here'. Camille raises her brows in something similar to despair. 'But she's

He’s standing right in front of me, with a murderous glint in his eyes, staring straight at me. It is the sort that possesses wolvens after a kill, the “curse” that manifests itself as bloodlust under the full moon. He snarls once, and in that moment; that sight of his claws dripping blood of his last victim, the fur that falls from his body in half-transformation, his fangs bared in a grim smile; in that flash of time, I see myself. I see a wolven brother.Then he’s there all of a sudden, a ravener, snow white fur flashing like lightning, claws digging into Allos’ chest, spurting blood in my way of sight…I jerk awake to the sharp sound of slapping ropes that stab at my ears without mercy. I wince, wondering why the hell it sounds so painful, until I realize that I can also hear the clip and clips of the horses' hooves like they are next to my ears, the sound of Sirgil's breathing, and my own tbh ping heart, I see through the woods clear as day. That only happens when I switch those

CAIVANSomething smells great. It's something cooking, yes, but I've not smelt one like it in a long while, one strong enough to waken me from sleep.I swing my legs over the side of the bed, and sigh with relief when the crack of stiff muscles and bones reaches my ear. I sit up sharply, my ears picking up different sounds at once. Fire is burning with loud crackles, steel clashes on steel, men yell in shock and rage and fury…I slip on a shirt at hand and open the door as quietly as I can. The sounds come more clearly now, making me cringe in embarrassment.The strum of strings, banging on wood, laughter and cheers. The bar must have been filled up, as it is night outside and the rain has stopped falling. I just didn't expect them this much, given the tidings they must have heard, and the dark reception they had given us.I pause on my way down the stairs, and (very reluctantly) knock on the door next to mine. Camille opens up almost immediately, her green eyes shiny with must be exp

CAIVANI try not to think of Palma when Brien lights a pipe, and sits back on the bed, crossing her legs as she does so. She's completely naked, her red hair lies in scattered, jagged spikes around her nape, covering her breasts, covering the bite marks I had made, that still make me cringe with the thought of how close she had been to being bitten. Of course she would not know about that.She puffs a cloud of smoke and shakes her head, revealing one of two full, sinuous breasts. She catches my gaze, and she smiles wryly. "Wanting more of this, are we?" I grit my teeth against each other with an effort. She had said so herself as she led me upstairs an hour ago, she had said she was like a drug, addictive and very hard to let go off.And I found out the hard way, literally. I had taken her twice already, and I still feel a longing in my groin as she lies back on her elbows, parting her legs slightly. I had always wondered what an elf would taste like, seeing as they were not the kind

SAELYNA He means it. It's written in his eyes, I can almost feel it. They're alive. They survived Halden. I press my hands together and bring them to my mouth. My breath feels hot on my palm as I exhale deeply, but I don't allow the relief and excitement get too far. Mother used to say Varga exists to puncture holes in man's balloons. 'Do you know where that is, exactly?' I ask. He shakes his head. 'I told you, it was all blurry. It must be a town, one close to Halden, maybe. Which one do you think it is?'I shake my head. 'I don't know any towns near Halden, and all we've heard about is Tussel.' I pause, chewing on my lower lip thoughtfully. 'Are they in some kind of trouble?' 'No, they were not. Just in a room.' 'Like a cell?' It's his turn to pause, and I suddenly fear for the worst. 'Could be. I mean…it was all blurry! Couldn't see much, but I saw a window.' He looks up at me, his brows furrowing together as he does. 'What are you thinking?' I run a hand through my hair