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"Where do you think you're going?"

I turned around and stared on in horror. My heart stopped dead and my throat choked. In one instinctive move, I took a step back.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere from here, sweetheart, except straight to your grave," she snickered with malice. My heart was pounding, the sweat cooling me as it evaporated.

It became a struggle to rouse my reflexes. Though abruptly, hurtling through the empty channels of my senses, came the realisation that being afraid was useless at this point in the battle. A battle I had to conquer for my family and friends --for the people I love.

My first sensation of blind thankfulness was that my brain was going to withstand the trial.

I stood up slowly from the rubble I'd been lying in, smirking at her as her facial features transformed from a devilish grin to a scowl disguising her immense shock. With rising confidence and my bond strengthening with death alongside each passing minute, I felt the last of my fears recede to the back of my mind.

"This may be my last, but I will take you to the grave along with me." I announced decisively, now at my complete height.

"You think I'm afraid?" I raised an eyebrow, chuckling slightly right after.

All traces of amusement left me a moment later as I connected my gaze with her with a new found determination, watching the angst and flickering doubt gnaw at her.

"That's where you're wrong," I whispered, a hot tear trailing down my cheek. "I've got you right under my skin..."
 
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She was the light in the darkness. She was the good in the evil. The calm in the catastrophe. She was all those, but she was still human.

She was still imperfect.

And unaware.

She had been doing perfectly well in life. Until evil gave a knock on her door, and became her undoing.All Rights Reserved

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Verge of Insanity by Honeyvine

My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

A Deadly Love- Book Two by chloblla

There are worse things than death. ___ "What is wrong with you?" I seethed. She had my back against the wall, pinning me down so I couldn't move. She was much stronger than me, even when I used my strength to get out of her embrace. I held her gaze and I knew that she was gone. There wasn't an ounce of goodness left in her body. She laughed at my question. Of course, I knew what was wrong with her. But I have to find a way to get her back. "What is wrong with me? Ha, nothing sweetheart." she told me with a smile on her face. "I'm just having a little fun." "Yeah, and fun for you is killing innocents," I growled. "Oh, I hate to say this to you but they aren't all innocent." I finally broke free of her and I dropped her to the floor. I held her down with both arms while I was on top of her. All she did was give me a smile. An eerie smile that made a shiver run down my spine. "I should kill you for what you've done," I whispered. "I should make you pay." "Oh, but Sebastian, you won't," she said. "You know why? Because at the end of the day I'm still me, and you will never hurt me, will you?" I hated that she was right. I couldn't kill her. My mind told me that it would be the best to do it but my heart told me otherwise. I mentally cursed at myself for letting this happen to her. "Elora, I know you're still in there." I said. She was still on the ground, but she was not resisting which seemed odd. "She died a long time ago," she said finally. "Alongside her love for you." ___ Book Two in the "From Death to Life" Trilogy #13 in Bloodlust

Her Innocent Heart (Masoom Dil) by BlissfullyElegant

⚠️ Kidnapped Romance: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb0EOwy75EU8UQVbvkI-H8A Running through the woods, she suddenly fell to the ground, because of the outer root of an old tree... Ignoring the sharp pain in her foot, she again started to run. A lower bark of some tree hooked on her rustling veil and It tore with sound. Ah! Branch made a peel on her skin too. Running, running. She just ran. The cold air was shocking her throat and lungs as she inhaled deeper, faster. After crossing many trees, she looked over her shoulder. No one behind but some howling thuds. He must be wearing heavy boots. Compared to him she was bare feet. Suddenly a dried tiny branch cracked beneath her foot. She winced as her sole got pierced, but continued her running that was now transformed into limping. Her heart was beating in her ears. She kept her unsteady pace with her lower lip clamped between the third. She then bumped into maybe a tree trunk and fell with a thump. "Ouch!" With the lowest groan she got up....but... She saw the tall, broad figure in the place of which she assumed the tree. She started backing away but a harsh tug on her scalp stopped her. "Where?" He was having a fistful of her hair with a bitter scowl on his face. "Leave me!" She screamed as he started walking with the same demeanor. "Let go of me!" She yelled while punching in his stomach. He left her hair at once. "Bitch! Keep quiet straight away." With this, he flung and carried her on his shoulder. In the moonlight, he was looking as fierce as a giant werewolf. "Get me down!" She punched his neck and tried to dig nails into his tough yet thick skin. He stopped and hauled her down. She was laying shocked on dry foliage. Then he knelt beside them and got on top of her. "No!" She went pale. *** An innocent Beauty... And a famished Beast. Warning! Grammar sucks #1 in Spiritual many times. Alhamdulillah.

Tempting Jocelyn by author_sky_angel

WARNING: EXCERPT ONLY! "And you smell delicious too." He whispered beside my ear. "Like honey and cinnamon were mixed to create a scent so irresistible. Do you know these two combined are great for the immune system?" He hummed against my neck, sending goosebumps all over my skin. "Fuck you." I managed to get out, glancing at him behind me. I felt his lips tilt up in a smile against my neck before he moved up to nibble at my earlobe. "That'll be nice." He chuckled in a deep sexy voice that rumbles from his chest to my body. "But some other time. Now..." His hot tongue comes out to lap at my neck in slow strokes. I bit down on my bottom lip to stop the moan that was about to break free. "I'm hungry." He darkly announced. Jocelyn, born from a witch family, had no powers making her an outcast among witches. She is determined to make it through life on her own, but then she runs into Sebastian, a vampire who develops a sudden interest in her and has a strange addiction to her blood. However, even though Jocelyn is not new to the supernatural world, it's not easy for her to accept she's supposed to spend eternity with a blood-sucking demon! What's more, humans are being murdered mysteriously, and Jocelyn starts to have visions of their deaths. Dive into a tale of mystery, romance, suspense, drama, and excitement. "Maybe that's why I was gifted with this power!" I screamed at her, but she laughed in return. "Oh, honey. Your powers aren't a gift. It's a curse."

Double Howl (Completed) by lovella_99

****SLOWLY EDITING**** The wind whipped past her golden curls that chased behind her in a tangled mess. Her steps echoed loudly through the silence as she thumped through the woods as though the devil himself was at her heels. The adrenaline pumping through her veins held back the pains of the sharp cuts that the unmerciful wood grounds had tattooed on her bare feet. The branches danced along her fair flawless skin creating a pattern of it's own as it ripped through her plain white chemise which now spotted streaks of red and brown. The flimsy material, now drenched in sweat clung fiercely to her body like a second skin outlining every dip, every edge and every curve...... Her beating heart echoed through the silence in her head but she could still hear the growls of the beast that had been pursuing her relentlessly. She saw his yellow glowing eyes as he stepped through the woods and made his way toward her slowly. A predator and its prey.

From Death to Life- Book One by chloblla

Her death was just the beginning. ___ "What are you doing to us!" I cried. I felt the painful sensation deep in my skin as if I was burning from inside out. Like the sun became my greatest enemy and trying to burn me alive. I fell to my knees and I looked over at him with fear in my eyes. He told me to never show how terrified I was, but I couldn't help it. His eyes the color of night assured me that's it was going to be okay. But it wasn't. "Taking away your ability to walk in the sunlight. You are going to be like the rest of those bloodsuckers." she exclaimed. The pain was getting even stronger by the minute and I screamed at the top of my lungs. I looked down at my skin and I realized that it was scorched. But I managed to speak, despite my mind telling me to focus on the pain. "Why?" I whispered. The woman knelt down beside me and whispered something in my ear that chilled me to my bones. My eyes were slits with her this close to me. I wanted to kill her. "What do you think, Elora? This is war." ___ COMPLETED All rights to the owners.

Claw and Tongue by leona_rokhartt

[Hiatus - Continues Updates in May] She had never felt such fire under her skin, such heat, as when he suddenly pulled her close. The scent of his sweat was in her nose, heady and intoxicating, the sound of her heartbeat deafening. Her fingers twitched, itching to play over his skin, to let out her claws and mark him as hers. She fought to keep the beast contained. To keep the lioness bound, to keep her from taking- "Raoul-" she gasped, that familiar growl in her hoarse voice. "I need-" She wanted to tell him she needed him to let her go, that it would be too late if he didn't. What crossed her plump lips was something entirely different. "I need you." Raoul Romak, woodcarver and artist, is new in the town of Moors, as he just inherited his great-great aunt's old house. He's fit, strong, and why shouldn't he be after years of physical therapy? He's resolved not to fall in love after a terrible accident left him with a metal leg, so why not settle down in the forested surroundings of Moors? Especially if it means sticking around the Bearclaw Café and the intoxicating Mara. Mara Hawkins is the fiery and driven owner of the Bearclaw Café. She's got her life neatly put together, an active sexlife and an appetite for life. She would have been the perfect woman for Raoul's passion, if it was not for a small detail- Mara isn't human. She's a lion-shifter, and she's as likely to bite him as kiss him, and the possibility is frightening. Especially since her inner lioness rebels at the very thought of humans and has a tendency to turn feral. If different species weren't enough to keep the two apart, things are made further complicated as Mara's trauma comes back to haunt her in the shape of Joel Grosom. Can Mara overcome past fears and admit what Raoul is starting to mean to her? Can she protect Raoul from those who would harm him, and more, can she protect herself? Can Raoul open his heart to Mara or will he keep it in its chrome cage?

Mahkie Amoretto: The All Knowing by Shaaunee28

Mahkie slid the phone in her pocket and took in another breath, letting it out slowly. She wiped the unshed tears from her eyes and willed her legs to start moving again. She wasn't thinking about anything. She just walked. She walked as if it would somehow provide her with a chance to escape from her own mind. Truthfully, she had no idea where her legs were taking her, nor did she care, so long as her thoughts were kept at bay. She wanted to be free. Free like the birds chirping high up in the trees. Free like the animals rustling around as they wandered through the woods. Free like the wind absorbing into her skin. She just wanted to be free. Her sole purpose at this moment was to rid her mind of all the stressful things threatening to break her mentally. She needed her sanity. She couldn't survive in this world without her sanity. Mahkie didn't know how long she was walking for, but she could see the sun going down. It was getting dark. Soon, it would be too dark to find her way back to civilization. "Turn back." The sound of another voice had Mahkie's heart slamming against her chest. Her eyes darted around the woods, for signs of another person, but no one was there. She was met only with the sounds of branches creaking from the whistling wind and insects humming to their own tune. Nothing out of the ordinary. And yet, nothing was what it seemed.

The Witch: Children of the Moon Goddess Book 1 by Laurali_Violet

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Fade by AntheaValkyrie

"What the hell are you?" I screamed. The more I scooted away towards the darkness, the more their eyes glowed. I hyperventilated as they grew nearer and nearer. "Calm down, human. Come quietly and we might not kill you." I stumbled to my feet and ran. I didn't make it far before I was swiped off my feet. My body painfully hit the ground and I gasped for air. My aching body screamed at me to get up. I began to drag myself away. Even if I didn't make it, at least I tried. I was lifted and easily thrown into a tree. The force vibrated through my body. I coughed up blood as I landed. I lay on my stomach, unable to move. Is this how everything ends? Is this how I die? I can't die here. A foot stomped itself onto my back. An empty, breathless scream came out of me. "You stupid human. What a lowlife. I changed my mind. Who wants worthless trash like you? Die quickly, will you?" The pressure intensified by the second. I screamed in pain. No. No. No. I was about to give up on hope. A voice boomed through the forest. It was full of anger, dominance, and blood-thirst. It sent shivers down every inch of my body. "Get off my mate." Disclaimer: there will be scenes that may not be suitable for a young audience. Chapters will be labeled if so, but read at your own risk. You have been warned Rated #2 in notjustarandomgirl as of August 16,2019 Rated #58 in Special as of August 27,2019 Rated#764 in Lost as of August 20, 2019

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Verge of Insanity

My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.