She awakened something she shouldn't have from the dark endless void. A thousand years old darkness. She is his source and the reason he's here. Cirilla Bane's life has been in danger even before her birth. She was from the powerful bloodline of the Amnell clan of witches, and also a member of the ancient French Quarter coven. And a descendant from a royal pure-blooded Alpha Hybrid. She was born with the blessings of the goddess but also cursed by her destiny. Part wolf, vampire, and witch, she was taken from her family and Pack even before she was born. After years of living her life with a rogue imposter claiming to be her mother with no knowledge of who she really is, or what she's destined for. Something awakens. With her powers unlocked, she is thrust back into a new world where the impossible seems to exist and there's a looming darkness over the magical world, endangering every magical kind there is. High-ranking officials from different magical kinds mysteriously dying. It doesn't take long for them to realize it's a pattern. A rites of darkness ritual. And something's coming. A thousand-year-old darkness that had been imprisoned in the void but has escaped. Even worse, Cirilla seems to be the source.
SHELBURNE, VERMONT
Cirilla's point of view
Firmly, I adjusted the black boxing bag gloves around my wrists. I get my stance right by standing with my feet at shoulder-width apart and my front foot facing the punching bag. I do not hesitate in unloading my punches, making sure I throw powerful and snappy punches at the punching bag. I plant my feet firmly when throwing the punches and when I'm not throwing punches I move around on my toes. My breathing laboured. I've been at this for probably an hour or maybe more. I can't exactly tell. Suddenly, I'm getting bored by the exercise. It would have been a little more fun if I was sparring against an opponent. Now that would be entertaining.
I absconded the boxing bag gloves. My long and thick black lashes pressed firmly together and the gate of my eyes shut closed. I inhaled deeply and calmly. And as usual, my subconscious formed a well built and sturdy figure. It looked virile and manly. He wore black leather pants and a black tacky jacket that looks like one forged from the heat of battle in the medieval times. His face was covered with a silver mask. But the color of his eyes were as dark and dangerous. The conviction in his eyes were as firm as always. To kill.
I smirked to myself. My electric blue eyes hardened and so was my conviction to protect myself as always. He balled his hands into fists and pulled them up in a fighting stance. Eagerly I lunged at him, striking him. He blocked and sent a swing at me, which I was swift to avoid. I kept my eyes closed to avoid breaking off my connection and losing this imaginary character my mind always created to escape my very own hell of a life.
Everything was going well. I was still standing strong even after countless minutes of our heated combat. Abruptly, I felt a mighty force of wind which forced me to pull from my subconscious. My eyes flung wide open. I scanned the slightly huge gym I worked at after school hours. The doors were shut, and so was all windows and anything that could pull in the cold air from outside.
"Hello!" I called out to the faintly dark silence of the gym. "Is someone there?" It couldn't be Jim, the gym instructor who usually camps in the gym throughout the night. He wasn't even in town, so I decided to have the gym all to myself. Believe me, it was damn better than spending the night home with the chances of being deafened by the loud moans from sensual sex and repeated banging on the bed. Sometimes I feel the little exercise even gets done on the wall of the room next to mine in a hellhole called 'a home'. What an irony. Home is usually a teen's safe haven, a personal space where you belong and feel loved. But mine was a constant hell that I was willing to take whatever bus I could find to make an escape.
I didn't get a response. With a cautious last scan of my surrounding, I resolved to return to my training when I heard the unmistakably loud thud of the door, which I'm well damned sure I locked when I got here after escaping from home.
I was alarmed, but not terrified. I had a lot of scary shit going on in my life to be terrified of a little invasion. I picked up a long metal stick. Whatever or whoever the unlucky bastard was trying to break in picked an awful night for that.
I headed to the entrance door, and like expected it was opened. I checked around but there was no one. My eyes caught something strange on the door. It was some kind of a scratch. I trailed it with my fingers. It seemed like a work of anything but art done with the nails. But that was an impossible theory. Each scratch marks were few inches apart from the other. It couldn't be a human, probably some wild cat that lost it way or something.
I dropped the metal stick, taking a step outside into the cold unwelcoming night. I scanned the surroundings, into the deep woods miles away from the gym. But there was nothing out there. The Moon was up in it's abode as usual, and smiled up at it. In my seventeen years of existence, that shimmering work of nature up there have always been something that intrigued me.
I felt the biting cold already feasting on my poor skin, since I had only a light long-sleeved round shirt on. I was about to head back in when I felt the rustling of trees around. Now that was creepy. Hastily, I marched for the door. Before I could grab it knob, I felt myself being lifted roughly and dragged away into the woods in a speeding motion. I didn't know by who or what as the hold around my waist was sharp and piercing. It was dark and the more I was carried deeper into the woods, the Moon's protective ray on me slowly disappeared due to the canopy trees that shielded the woods.
Fuck! I was already in the woods, with my head upside down. I wriggled free from whatever hold that held me, crashing against the slightly wet earth and dirt. I was on my feet quickly, running towards the direction I was pulled from, hoping to get back to the gym.
Something didn't feel right. Especially not with the loud animalistic, and unseen noises that kept hounding me. My boots kept diving deeper into the moist earth, leaving a trail. And the emotionless crisp air was against me as well. I was forced to halt in my tracks when I was blocked by someone, or something.
It was awfully dark, and I couldn't see a thing aside from the blinding red eyes that bored down at me from where I stood. I visibly gulped as an army of several emotions I couldn't make out ran down my spine and every vein in my body. I felt the heat of breath fanning my face. It wasn't human. An animal of some kind. It gaze held a dark and crystal clear conviction to attack.
My survival instinct that had always been birthed within me kicked in, and I had to save myself. For just today, I chose flight rather than my usual theme for fight. It was sheer lunacy to fight that which wasn't human.
I dashed in the opposite direction. I could hear the aggressive drumming of my traitorous and frightened heart in my ears. Before I knew it I was thrown back off guard. I winced. Pulling my back off the muddy surface of the earth. I was surrounded by three of the wild beast. They had murderous red eyes as they bored down at me.
I scrutinized my surrounding and grabbed an wood stick laying idly on the wet surface of the earth. Instinctively, I swing at one of the creatures, and from the other side I was attacked by another creature. I felt a sharp pain from my side stomach. It wasn't deep, but it hurt like hell. From another angle I was hit, the impact was strong as it swept me off my feet and I landed harshly against the truck of a giant tree.
Cold crimson fluid flowed from my head, I was bleeding. I tried to move as the three creatures moved closer to me, seeming pleased at themselves. My vision went hazy, and my body slowly went numb. They were already at me when from utterly no where one of the creatures was thrown away. Immediately, a small fire broke around, circling me as if protecting me from my attackers. I heard a piercing sound and a dying groan. It alarmed the other two creatures. Whoever came to my rescue lunged at them. Everything moved so fast, and soon the creatures were killed.
From the corner of my vision, I saw someone racing to my side. The figure was that of a man. It was a man. My heart nearly stopped as he approached me. His body blazed in a streak of yellow and orange flame. It seemed like it didn't hurt him... almost as if he was extremely comfortable... fucking hell he was.
He wasn't human either. My vision almost gave up when he reached for me. His arms capturing me and I felt a warm feeling in them. His eyes were.... were.... something... something between flaming yellow and shady green. It was terrifying, yet comforting. This had to be a dream. I totally drifted into darkness.
Warning! Matured Content!!! “You're making a deal with the devil Elena,” The deep timbre of his voice was thick with warning. “I don't care,” “This wouldn't be a walk around the park, you're asking for the keys to hell, Elena,” I paused, inhaling as the image of my dead parents and sisters flashed in my mind. “I still don't care,” I said, dragging my bottom lips between my teeth. Dimitri's eyes dropped to my lips. His gaze was hot and searing but they also battled with rage and indecision. “You should Elena because once you walk through the gates of hell, there's no going back,” His fingers grew firmer on my thighs, gripping the flesh, caressing it, leaving the heat of his touch still burning through my skin. ***** Elena Duval wakes up from a coma two weeks after her fatal accident with no memory of the last two years of her life. She discovers a lot has changed in the last two years, and what's worse, she's now married to a stranger. The almighty and mysterious Dimitri Ford Castello of the Ford's Empire Group. Soon, she realizes her life is in danger and her fatal accident was a murder attempt instead. Someone's after her life, an unknown enemy which she believes is also responsible for the deaths of her entire family. And now they want her dead because of a secret she's supposed to know about but is locked up somewhere in the missing parts of her memories. Driven by revenge to uncover the mastermind behind her family's bankruptcy and mysterious deaths and with the determination to regain her memories, no matter how much pain it brings, Elena is forced to make a deal with the devil himself. One that comes with a high price.
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The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.