Fatal Attraction- Book 1
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Última atualização sáb, out 15, 2016
My breaths came out in pants as the skies were filled with the deafening bellows of an injured beast. The pain that filled my body was indescribable, almost as if someone had ripped off another limb, one that I myself could not have placed claim to. No, this limb that was missing was almost like an extra arm, something I would use on a daily basis. Worry consumed me as tears of agony invaded my line of sight.
"Ardawn!" My breath grew ragged when he would not answer me, and kept moving towards any other wounded, only having one hand as the other couldn't stop putting pressure on the phantom wound at my shoulder blade. Dread crawled through my veins as the earth quivered and shook, something meeting with the blackened undergrowth. The screeching of claws against drakkonic flesh brought me back to attention, staring at the two closest fighting creatures. Red crimson was spilled across the entirety of the battle field, one loosing to another.
I had to do something, or my dragon would die. Summoning all my strength and digging into the reserves of my companions, I gathered all the power I could before releasing it onto the enemy drakkon. It took the brute force of the blast, which took off half of its head, and its neck lolled to each side as it went. It was no longer able to control itself, and without proper support, it toppled over on its right side, the force of the fall covering everything in a twenty-foot radius in brain matter. It was then, with tears still rolling down my face and my wing-less partner by my side, I knew. This war was far from over.
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Bite marks
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From Death to Life- Book One
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TRAILER IN CHAPTER 1 #1 Memories 10/10/2019 #1 Hurt 27/09/2019 #1 Werewolf 04/07/2019 #1 Blind 09/02/2020 #1 Time 10/06/2020 There are three of them They are ruthless They are cursed They are Immortal They are the HellHounds. ****** They were a legend. A story. But all legends are based off of truth. "Don't go out after dark," My father said. "Don't go anywhere alone," My father said "Don't go deep into the woods, for that is where he waits," My father said. I never broke a rule. I was a good girl. But my question always was, what do I do when the monster comes out to play? *** I was blind, so I slowly walk forward, not knowing where he is exactly. But I use my senses. I let this connection pull into a direction. As I slowly walk ,I reach my hand out, "Where are you?" I asked quietly. A big and calloused hand touches my own. From that one touch, electric shocks courses through my body, a strange and warming sensation. I flinched and gasped in fright. The big and strong hand gently grabs mine and softly pulls me forward. A breath hits my face slightly. I was right in front of him. He leans down toward my ear, his lips almost touching it. His breath makes chills run over my neck as he whispers very quietly with a deep and rough voice, "Here I am." *** If you want this book to make sense to you, I would suggest you read Book 2 of my Blood Moon Pack series, it completed and ready to read. You can still read this as stand alone, however there is more information held in Book 2.
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