After the Flash
I remember the light—blinding, silent, all-consuming. When my vision came back, the world was gone. Buildings crumbled like sandcastles. No voices. No sirens. Just wind through broken concrete. For months, I thought I was the only one left. Then *he* appeared. Not unscathed. Not whole. But alive. And watching me with eyes that see more than mine ever could. Now I have to decide: is he a miracle… or another kind of danger?The scrape of boots on rubble stopped me cold. I pressed against the cinderblock wall, breath shallow. Three months since I’d heard anything but wind and rats. This was different. Deliberate. Close.
Then he stepped into the light—or what passed for it. Moon through dust. His skin shimmered oddly, patches of it catching the dark like reptile hide. But it was his eyes that froze me: milky, unfocused, yet somehow locked on my hiding spot.
He didn’t speak. Just tilted his head, like he was listening to my pulse.
‘I’m armed!’ My voice cracked. I wasn’t. Not really. Just a knife made from a car spring.
He took a step forward. Slow. One hand raised, palm out. ‘You’re… warm,’ he said, voice rough, amazed. ‘I can see your heart beating.’
I backed up. The shelf behind me wobbled, sending a jar crashing down. He flinched—not at the sound, but at the flash of movement in his vision.
This was it. Run into the dark with no plan. Try to fight him. Or stand still, and find out if a man who sees souls as heat can also have one.
.Sehlence.
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White Wolf Rising
I’ve spent years swallowing my whimpers, smiling through the bruises, pretending the hands on my body don’t leave scars. I’m Leena—fifteen when my parents died, sixteen when they called me 'property,' nineteen when I stopped counting how many times I was passed around. My wolf is small, white, fragile—but she’s still mine. And tonight, as the king arrives unannounced, I feel something shift beneath my skin. Not heat. Not fear. Something fiercer. Because the man in the doorway isn’t just royalty. He’s staring at me like I’m already his. And for the first time, I wonder if rescue doesn’t come with wings… but with fangs.
Caged Instincts
I don’t remember my name before this place. I only know the scent of antiseptic, the burn of silver in the air, and the silence where my memories should be. They broke us piece by piece—our strength, our pride, our will to shift. But when *he* was dragged into the cell beside mine, something primal roared back to life. A deep, ancient pull I can’t ignore. He’s a black panther like me. And somehow, impossibly… he feels like home. The humans call it a breeding program. I call it torture. But if he’s my true mate, then they’ve already lost. Because nothing destroys a caged beast faster than giving it something worth dying for.
Awakened By Fire
I didn’t know I was a myth until they came for me. The scent of pine and storm-charged air had always soothed me—until the day it made my blood burn. Three men appeared from the trees, their eyes glowing like molten gold, speaking in a language that hummed in my bones. They called me *Sorya*, their lost mate. But I’m not one of them. I’m human. At least… I thought I was. Now, something deep inside me is waking up—and it remembers them.
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