Bitten By Death 소설 & 이야기

They all stared at me, looking fearful and suspicious. "Bernice, hold on!" Genesis sounded extremely panicked. I started to panic, too. "No, Genesis! I'm fine!" "What's wrong?" Zach asked, rushing over and looking from me to Genesis. Genesis helped me up. "We need to check on Bernice! I think she was bitten, too!" "You were bitten, Bernice?" Zach's eyes widened. I shook my head quickly. "No! I'm not hurt! I don't even know where this blood came from!"

The rest of the walk home is a blur of self-hatred and exhaustion. I replay the night in fragments—the bar, the drink, his eyes finding me across the dim room, the weight of his body on mine, the sharp pain of the bite, the strange, terrifying pleasure that came after it. Each memory is a fresh wound. I prod at them like a tongue prodding a sore tooth, unable to stop.

All at once, alarm bells went off in my head. "Snap out of it, Caleb!" He dragged me toward the corner of the rooftop, saying, "I know exactly what I'm doing. You're going to give me an answer today." "What answer?" "Either we get back together, or…" Caleb paused for a beat before adding, "We die here together." I froze. Had he lost his mind? "This isn't funny," I uttered, trying to pull free from his grip. "Let me go!" "I'm not joking."

Not caring where the stairs ended, I jumped down the remaining stairs, but found the jump relatively short and thankfully, not leading to the fiery pits of Hell. "I thought you were supposed to be an Alpha?" Right now, I didn't care about her sarcastic tone. "Yeah and those were little bird eating monsters whose bite hurts like hell!" "Rumors," she stated. "Their bites are usually neurotic, very rarely somatic and people don't die of their bites. It’s the infection that occurs later that becomes the real cause of death." A sudden flare of binding light and then the entire basement was flooded with it, allowing me to have a good look of my surroundings.

Cola announced, and I bulged out my eyes, confused. “What?” I asked, and Preston retreated backwards and threw a hard punch on the wall. “Last night a family of four people was all dead from a mysterious bite on their necks. Our pack doctors and healers are trying their best to identify which insect bit them.” He started, and I walked to the wardrobe, took a bra, and put it on, careful not to expose any of my body parts.

It was the colour of a blood moon, of an ancient, foul fire that consumed everything it touched. In that frozen moment, everything crashed into place with the force of a physical blow. Beatrice had been bitten, makers for chaos. It wasn’t a rogue bite. It was a defilement. She hadn’t been turned, she had been infested. My mind screamed a single, horrifying word. Demon.

I cried out to god for mercy, knowing there would be none. “You're an abomination,” I said, raging against his flesh. He laughed, venom dripping from his mouth. “Claim me as your own.” “I have!” “Do what you must.” “Stop being cryptic.” I screamed as the gall of death burned me. “Now, maggot!” he roared. He bit his wrist, pressed the black flow to my mouth. I drank- it banished my pain. “This is immortality. Bitter, isn't it?”

Then I bite down hard. His scream is fucking delicious.I spit the chunk of ear onto his chest, blood dripping down my chin as I whistle my way out. "You're a crazy bastard," Nikolai mutters. "Takes one to know one," I shoot back. "Now let's go get our new plaything." Denzel should've known better. The whole city should. Fuck with wolves? You get bitten. And that poor little girl? She's got no idea what's coming.

He seemed to be relaxing and looked pleased when he thought I was done fighting and he licked my chest. I shivered a bit and then looked at him before I tackled him quickly, jumping onto his back and then bit into his neck viciously again and managed to get the vital parts in his neck, killing him. I fell against his body and shivered as the bite started to fade, the effects beginning to wear off with his death. Toma ran up to me and rubbed his body against me before hissing at the dead dragon. I purred towards him and moved him away from the dead dragon quickly, picking him up in my jaws and then carrying him away. I sat him down near the castle doors and shifted to his size, curling up on

Like, distance is the only thing keeping both of us safe. He turns away. His hands curl at his sides. "Go back to the lodge." "Kieran —" "Go." I don't go. I stand there, heart still hammering, and watch the rigid line of his back. When he finally speaks again, his voice is barely above a whisper. "If I bite you, Sienna." He pauses. "You die." My throat tightens. "That's… not how it works." Every book, field report, and documented case says the same thing: humans bitten by werewolves either turn… or they don't survive the infection.