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Hysteria

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"For the whole night, I wouldn't protect you. If you're able to protect yourself from the numerous entities lurking in every corner of the town, ready to pounce on you any moment, I'll leave you alone. But, if you fail in doing so, you'll have to pay for it with your life,"

The serious air surrounding him abruptly disappeared as he gave me a big grin, showing me a set of perfectly aligned pearly white teeth,

"Unless, of course, you ask for my help. Three helplines you have. If you ask me to help you for the third time,"

He paused for a mere moment, reducing the grin to a small tilted smirk as he stared at me with a set of glimmering amber eyes,

"You'll be mine."

With that, his body turned into a big cluster of several black butterflies, causing me to let out a loud scream from the sudden shock,

"Run, darling. Run."

He had disappeared from my sight yet his booming voice continued echoing around the deathly still surroundings, making my blood turn cold.


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Through Her Eyes by PhantomNovelty

"What is this?" he hissed inching towards me, his eyes darkened as his lips quivered. I stood dumbfounded as I stared back at the note laid in-between his fingers. A poem, it was a poem. One I had left within my daily journal, however I would've never assumed he would pry onto my privacy for such a case. Did he actually believe that I was capable of...murder? "I don't know what you are talking about." I uttered staring back at him. My voice was shaking, lips quaking as I clenched my fists. His face lightly contorted into that of disgust before he shoved the note on my chest, with force, I tippled backwards, only finding myself nestled by his bed. My chest began to pang harshly as I looked up at him. He remained livid, as a tear droplet wound its way to his cheek. It was evident through his stance and light brush of his head. However I only stared back at it, I didn't want to open it, because I knew what was in it. Dance of the Century What be this melody, That draws me in so, With naught but its beat, And my feet to it doth go? It is so familiar, So seductive, so alluring, Yet only I seem to be in tune, As others gaze upon me, fearing. Mayhap I have not forgotten, Despite my faulted upper mechanics, The dance of the century, Dance Macabre, where all must dance, Until their souls set free. - To Andrew His eyes bore into mine, as tears glistened at the edge of his eyes. "What the hell have you done." he whispered with his manner of accusation weighing heavily in the air.

Demons Love by HADES_ANGEL666

I sat shaking in the cold, glass box I have spent most my life in. As a child, I would be thrown in here whenever I disobeyed orders or whenever I complained of my head throbbing like the sound of a hammer smashing a wall. As I grew up, I spent more and more time in here learning the lessons - that were close to impossible to figure out - that would cause the walls to dissolve and set myself free. "Maybe if I help you learn your lesson, you can join me at the dance?" He calls out of the darkness once again, my body growing in anticipation to see his face but still he remained hidden. "You might be here for some time then." I sighed and rubbed my arms with a chill, catching some of my wounds that were still healing. I had the urge to scratch at my skin again but I held myself back. "Is that a yes to the dance?" He laughed causing me to laugh again, I took a step back from the glass and into the bright light of the box, that didn't seem to make a difference to the outside. "Well, I am dressed for it and you would be helping me....how could I say no?" I asked rhetorically and I felt a brief movement from behind my see through prison. "Shall I help you learn your lesson then?" A playful tone echoed out towards me and I tilted my head, holding back a smile. I nodded, I had guessed he could see me and by the small sigh of content I had been correct. "Or I could do this?" Before my eyes had caught up to the shift in the dust particles, a man stood behind the glass, now clearly visible to me. His dark hair fell over his eyes, high cheekbones pushed his eyes into slits as he smiled at me and not a flaw on his skin. Dressed in a black suit and tie with a grey shirt, his finger reached up to the glass. He touched it for half a second and it dissolved beneath his pressure and my eyes widened in shock. "Now may I escort you to the dance."

Mated To The Werewolf King (Completed, Kings Series, Book 1) by AlenaDes

Only sample chps. Annabelle finds out that she is not the real daughter of the Alpha at her werewolf pack. As the world she knows comes collapsing down, she has to hide from the Demon Lord who is determined to find her. Will the Werewolf King yield to the Demon Lord's ultimatum and give her to the enemy or will she be the cause of a looming war between the two species? More importantly, who is Belle and what does the Demon Lord want with her? Belle's meeting with the Werewolf King does not go very well, she finds him to be an arrogant bastard! Worse still, he wants nothing to do with her. "Why do I feel you're my mate? What have you done to me? "bellowed the King. "How do you know I am not your mate?" I asked, growling in frustration. I did not want to be his mate any more than he wanted me to be his, but his cocky attitude was getting to me. "Because you are not even a werewolf," he grunted, his black irises shimmering dangerously. "You're a liar," I screamed not caring that I was talking to the most lethal creature in the world. He roared in laughter, the sound of which irritated the hell out of me. Aargh! How I wanted to rip his heart out even as I wanted to glue my body to his and stay there forever, basking in his scent. I was so mad that I wanted to show him how wrong he was. Soon, he would be sorry, he would kneel and beg for my forgiveness. The mental image of him on his knees made my lips twitch with amusement. I started phasing out to my wolf form, and when I stood in all my glory, I prowled and preened to show off my beautiful fur. He laughed even harder. I simply wanted to kill him. Yes, my wolf was small, but it existed. Why the hell wasn't he on his knees then? "As I said, you're not a werewolf," he repeated. Huh, what did he mean by that?

My first times by VicaIzsk

- So? - I whispered in his ears and I could smell his scent. - What? - Do you feel yourself in danger? - I don't see why should I - he said leaning even closer so that I could feel his breathe, moreover I could touch his pulsing vein, the life running through under my fingers. - You should... - Why is that exactly? - he smirked lazily. I felt the hunger growing inside me but paralel, I sensed the tension between us, something untouchable which made my brain shot down, leaving me with only my instincts. My eagerness. - Just because I... I imagined. His neck, my fangs, his blood, my pleasure. His moan, my bite. And then I looked up to him, into his sparkling eyes and realised how much I wanted to hurt him.

Heir of Fury by myraheath02

His eyes bore into me, hot and relentless, a fire I wasn't ready to name, burning my skin. My blade hovered at his throat, the edge biting into his skin with each deliberate step he took. When the blade finally broke the surface, drawing the faintest line of blood, a maddening smirk twisted his lips. "Such a vicious little kitten," he purred, his voice like blood-laced velvet. The sound vibrated through me, sparking a chill along my spine. He took another step, defiant, a predator toying with his prey. "Are you going to kill me, kitten?" My breath caught, but I refused to falter. I tilted my chin upward, matching his intensity with my own. "I will," I spat, my voice low and steady, every syllable a vow. His smirk only widened, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Good," he whispered, leaning closer, pressing against the sword as if daring it to go deeper. "I'm looking forward to it." I knew he was daring me, taunting me... And yet, I couldn't bring myself to move.

In Shadows of Night by dstry0515

I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.

Unnatural forces by Chloenn

'What are you doing here?' he said angrily forcefully yanking my arm. 'I told you to stay hidden.' I pulled my arm free. 'I know but I wanted to help!' I told him with creased brows wondering why we were wasting time. 'By getting yourself killed? Is that your idea of helping?' his deep eyes shot daggers at me. 'I don't care! This is my fight too?' I argued shooting back the daggers. 'You don't...' he mumbled the rest of the statement running his hand through his hair in obvious frustration. 'This is a war, not one of your childish games, Santana.' Injured by his words, I shot back. 'Then i would rather die than li...' I stopped when the atmosphere immediately changed...drastically. His eyes narrowed into mere slits as his face grew dark and he seemed to loom darkly and threateningly over me. I shivered as I stepped back in both awe and fear. He suddenly scooped down and gripped my shoulders pulling closer to him while lifting me off the ground until i was almost the same height as him. 'I will rip everyone's throat with my bare hands before I let anyone touch you.' he hissed his eyes a deep shade of grey that they were almost black. What the hell? * * * All Santana wanted was to live an quiet life. After what happened to her Grandmother everyone's eyes were on her family and all she had to do was to try and not be a psycho... how hard could it be? Oh...she had no idea. From her recurring dream to her brother's terrifyingly accurate intuition to her own ability see beyond the physical, it was becoming increasingly obvious that something was amiss... ***

FUCKED. by Ann_Siren

"Are you daring me", he asked breathing down my neck. "Yes", I responded calmly. "I want to rip those clothes off, but first I have to Punish you Chloe", and with that, he tied me to the bed and claimed my lips. .........................................................

The Darkest Temptation ✔️ by Midika

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Death's Awakening by hananahQbanna

"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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Through Her Eyes

"What is this?" he hissed inching towards me, his eyes darkened as his lips quivered. I stood dumbfounded as I stared back at the note laid in-between his fingers. A poem, it was a poem. One I had left within my daily journal, however I would've never assumed he would pry onto my privacy for such a case. Did he actually believe that I was capable of...murder? "I don't know what you are talking about." I uttered staring back at him. My voice was shaking, lips quaking as I clenched my fists. His face lightly contorted into that of disgust before he shoved the note on my chest, with force, I tippled backwards, only finding myself nestled by his bed. My chest began to pang harshly as I looked up at him. He remained livid, as a tear droplet wound its way to his cheek. It was evident through his stance and light brush of his head. However I only stared back at it, I didn't want to open it, because I knew what was in it. Dance of the Century What be this melody, That draws me in so, With naught but its beat, And my feet to it doth go? It is so familiar, So seductive, so alluring, Yet only I seem to be in tune, As others gaze upon me, fearing. Mayhap I have not forgotten, Despite my faulted upper mechanics, The dance of the century, Dance Macabre, where all must dance, Until their souls set free. - To Andrew His eyes bore into mine, as tears glistened at the edge of his eyes. "What the hell have you done." he whispered with his manner of accusation weighing heavily in the air.