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Never Say Never
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2026-07-20 22:04:31
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Marked By My Prey Because I Need You
The only sign he's even heard me is the slight tilt of his head, and somehow it only makes me angrier. My fingers dig deeper into my palm. This bloody idiot is actually deciding whether or not to answer me. I draw a slow breath. It does absolutely nothing.What I wouldn't give for my dagger right now. One good thrust and—“Because I need you.”A silence has never been so loud. I blink.“You need me?” I repeat slowly.His jaw tightens, as though the words themselves offend him. “I need your help.”“...Help?”“There is something I need recovered.”“And you think I’m going to help you get whatever this thing is because you're apparently protecting me from the gods trying to kill me?”His green eyes narrow slightly as he looks down at me. “Yes.”I stare at him.“And that’s also why you kidnapped me?”“I didn't kidnap you. I saved you.”“Saved me?” I let out a harsh, disbelieving sound. I take a step closer, pointing a finger at his chest. “You call taking me from my home, branding me wi
Marked By My Prey Either You're Lying, Or You've Lost Your Mind
The vampire in front of me is insane. “...Are you completely daft?” I stare at him for a long moment, waiting for his stoic face to crack into a laugh that never comes. “The gods? Trying to kill me? Me? That's the best lie you could come up with?” His eyes darken. “I am not ly—” “That's the stupidest thing you've said since kidnapping me.” I shake my head, taking a half-step back from the bed. “Do you even hear yourself? The gods. The actual gods. Odin, Hel, Loki, Freya—” “I know who the gods are.” “And you expect me to believe those gods want me dead?” "Whether you believe me or not changes nothing.” I frown as I cross my arms tightly across my chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means I didn't expect you to believe me,” he says, a trace of impatience finally slipping into his voice. “But I expected more from a hunter.” Silence. Heat floods my face. “Excuse me?” “You're a hunter,” he says evenly. “You were trained to observe. To gather information about what you don
Marked By My Prey The Things We Refuse To Say
Celine’s voice snaps from across the room. The silence that follows is deafening. Vivienne freezes, her mouth left slightly open, as if she's only just realized what almost spilled past her lips. Beside the window, Lucien’s lazy posture disappears completely, his dark eyes flicking from Vivienne to Celine, and finally... to me. I sit up a little straighter, my eyes darting between the three of them. Reincarnation? Me? Celine’s posture is rigid, her knuckles white where she grips a washbasin. Vivienne smooths her violet dress again, far too focused on the fabric to look natural. “The Master’s business,” Celine says with absolute authority, “is not a topic for room-gossip. Leave. Now.” Neither Vivienne nor Lucien argue this time. Without another word, Lucien pushes off the wall, setting his glass on a side table, and glides toward the door. Vivienne follows a step behind him, though her golden eyes linger on me before the door clicks shut behind them. They know something,
Marked By My Prey Apparently Monsters Gossip Too
“...is rather scrawny for a human…” A finger jabs my cheek. My eyelids threaten to twitch at the intrusion but I force them still. “...Are you certain she's a hunter?” The voice that wakes me is unfamiliar, too close, and dripping with contempt as they poke me again. I don't open my eyes. I keep my breathing slow, even, dragging my mind out of a heavy sleep. How many hours was I out for? The sunless gloom of this room makes it impossible to tell, but my body feels unnaturally rested. Too rested. Then the silence hits me. The agonizing fire of the bond is gone. The pain that had reduced me to a writhing mess has vanished completely, replaced by a strange, humming warmth deep beneath my neck. Because I drank from him. The realization twists my stomach. I gave in. I swallowed his blood and betrayed everything the Order taught me. I bought my life at the cost of my dignity. Disgust threatens to break my composure, but I force my muscles to stay lax, keeping my ey
Marked By My Prey Some Changes Cannot Be Undone
KAINE’S POV Her tenacity far exceeds my calculations. I tilt my head slightly, studying the tension that refuses to leave her shoulders despite the relief overtaking her body. It’s not only her tenacity. From her tolerance for pain to her refusal to surrender. She consistently defies every expectation I form of her. I move her blonde hair aside to better observe my mark. The silver beneath her skin is retreating slowly, one vein at a time. Good. Had she reached for the knife instead, I would have stabbed her. Then I would have had Celine heal her back and still give her my blood. The outcome was never in question. She's nothing like her in this way. Too rash, too angry, too… A soft sound leaves her as she leans closer without realizing, drawing another mouthful of my blood. The pull is unconscious. Desperate. Like the instinct of someone drowning clawing toward the surface. Her throat hitches with every swallow. Dark crimson escapes the corner of her mouth and
Marked By My Prey Never Say Never
“Absolutely not!” His silence is answer enough, but the glint in his green eyes even more so. The bloody bastard is actually considering it. “I’m not drinking his blood. I'd rather die.” My fingers move on instinct, searching for the familiar scar on my wrist. They stop the instant they brush his hand. Right. I can't even reach it. “Is a death wish standard issue for all hunters, or are you just exceptionally eager to fill a grave?” I grit my teeth, refusing to be the first to look away. Once again, I'm doing exactly what the Order trained me never to do. “I’m not eager,” I snap, “it’s our code. And right now, a clean grave sounds infinitely better than being dependent on drinking your blood.” He studies me for a long moment. “A beautiful sentiment. But martyring yourself to a code requires an audience. So, what exactly does dying for your code accomplish? You're nowhere near home. No one is coming to write your epitaph.” I let out a humorless laugh. “And
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