Day: July 10, 2018

mythsandmonsters:

Zeke didn’t want to believe there was even the remotest possibility, but he really didn’t put it past his father to have had him chipped just like the others, especially after what had happened with his older siblings.

It also just reinforced the fact that Zeke had been trained as a soldier, an asset that was under ownership, not through the eyes of a parent, and he had no doubt that if he ever got bit, his father wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger.

“We’ve got the right equipment to scan for anything and remove it, but, like I said, that’s on you if you want it.” He finally glanced back over at the way too quiet werewolf, waiting for him to weigh in.

Andy sighed, not really liking having to be dragged back into everything he had literally faked his own death over to get out of. “After I faked my death and Frey ran, they probably would have put a tracker in you young. Probably between your shoulder blades, somewhere you can’t reach. When I was a kid, he used to put trackers there on wolves especially and “let them go”. Then they’d decimate whole packs.”

mythsandmonsters:

“Oh, I did, and you can’t do a damn thing about it,” Ophelia teased, knowing damn well how cheesy the line had been, but she was unapologetic, that part of her personality definitely inherited from her father, with a little bit of Kori’s influence thrown in.

“Oh I’ve got ways of shutting girls up,” he returned, wiggling his eyebrows at her. “Well, at least in a short term sort of way.” 

rustandglass:

Lissa could have drawn blood and he wouldn’t have given a damn, Cael getting off on the jolt of pain that sang through him and the way Lissa took control over him without needing to say a word, and if she carried on like this, then she’d definitely get her way, Cael already panting and groaning with desire.

Her fingers returned to his wrists, the bacon clasped between her teeth. If he was lucky, she’d let him get a bite, but she wanted to see him struggle for it first. It was more fun that way. The sounds Cael made had a way of making her shiver and she quickened her pace, a small whine catching in her throat. Truth be told, she wasn’t going to last much longer herself.

thewitchandtheangels:

“I think you’re vastly underestimating my sheer, stubborn determination. Anyone can be saved, dude. Some are just easier to save than others.”

He shrugged and pulled the bottle he had been sipping out. There was no point in telling Leo what it was laced with. “Losing battle you’re fighting.”

babyitsmagic:

“That might have been more alarming were I not already dead,” he answered. “But I am. I can afford to be a bit more risky in my decisions and if I think they’re worth it, who are you to debate me on it? And I do. I think you’re worth it, Konis.”

Her eyes were filling with tears as she tried to meet his gaze. “Don’t. Please. The last two people that said that… It didn’t work. I can’t… I can’t go through that again. Please. You’re the closest thing to a friend I have and I don’t want you to hate me too.”

mythsandmonsters:

His skin was extremely hot to the touch. More than any sort of fever. Azrael felt as though he was on fire, inside and out, every part of him burning up to the point where one with enough perception could see the air shimmer around him with the heat as his true nature seeped through, threatening to engulf him.

There was a risk that he could burn through the vessel he occupied if Jophiel wasn’t careful, but it was doubtful Jo cared about that right now.

“Excindere urbes et terrae duxit in culturis et genua. Pusillum, insolens puer. Et in umbra formica es.”

It was both a warning and a promise to his brother. One to remind him that he wasn’t simply dealing with an angel of death, but the most formidable and infamous of all, and for good reason.

Even an idiot could see that Azrael’s vessel was overheating at an alarming rate, so Jophiel paused, the current seal in a state of limbo. He had chosen this place for a reason and it only took a moment to flick the freezer on and close the door. It wouldn’t take long to drop the temperature enough to continue.

“Optiones tuas minas, non sint aliquid mihi,” he replied easily, unable to feel the chill across his skin.

Truthfully, he seldom felt even the kindest touches bestowed upon him.