by Anna Collins
However, as she saw the bike approaching at breakneck speed, she knew there was no way she would make it. She pushed the little child away so as to save her and closed her eyes accepting the finally of her own death. Everything seemed to happen in very quick succession and there was barely any time to react. However, before she knew it, she heard a huge sound and she saw a bike come out of nowhere as it paced up the road and pushed her gently but with enough force and the bike zoomed away in a whoosh.
She was still reeling with the shock and she failed to understand what had happened. Where did the bull come from and how did it manage to save her was something she couldn’t contemplate. As she looked at the bull, the same pair of hazel eyes stared back at her and she realized he was not a bull; he was Kurt – her Kurt. Kurt had come to save her and he had risked his own life to save her.
He stood there and she kept staring at him. She was ashamed of ditching him. She had called him names and had even termed him a beast and yet it was a beast that had saved her life.
Kurt started moving towards the woods and Sarah followed him. She knew he couldn’t make a transition in the broad daylight and Sarah knew that she must follow him. She didn’t say a word, but simply kept walking. He took a turn towards the left and then a sharp turn towards the right.
After moving in there, Sarah found herself in the mystical woods. Kurt looked back at Sarah and then made a transitioning sound. As he changed back to his human form, he stood there naked and looking sexy as hell.
“Are you still angry Sarah?” he asked.
Sarah was embarrassed at her own deeds. She knew that none of the words would be enough to seek forgiveness for the thing she did and so she decided to move ahead, closed the gap between them and pressed her body against his hard chest and kissed him.
The kiss spoke of all those promises they had made and the time they had spent apart. The kiss was a promise in itself of the good times that would follow. The kiss spoke of the longing which each of them felt and it was a testimony to the bond of love that tied them.
“I am sorry for all the harsh words Kurt. Trust me, I love you, but it is just that I couldn’t understand all of it. I felt betrayed and it was a bit too much for me. I didn’t mean to hurt you with my words. I have cried so much. I ached for you. I wanted to kiss you and to be kissed by you. I wanted to sleep with you and let you rediscover every terrain of my body. I am sorry darling. I am so sorry. I should have heard you explain your side of the story.”
Kurt heard her apologize and he kissed her POSEIDONately.
“You don’t need to be sorry for anything. It is not easy to accept us for who we are. I shouldn’t have hidden it from you. It is a part of who I am. I didn't choose the life of a shifter. The shifter life chose me. I can’t do anything about it. Trust me honey, I am not angry at you. Whatever you did was understandable. I love you. There is nothing I can do to stop myself from loving you, but if you choose to walk away, I will never hate you. I know I am not the best person you could be with.”
Sarah cut him mid-sentence and kissed him hot and quick. “You are the only one I will ever need and I don't know if you are the best because I am not going to date the rest. Please take me back. I can’t live without you. Let us move to our dream home and live every promise we have ever made. I want to be with you till the very end of times.”
Kurt looked at her and smiled and was thankful at how happy his life had turned. He had nearly given hope on Sarah. He had thought he had lost her only to have her back. He felt a surreal pleasure that made him happier than he had ever been.
He looked at her pink lips and how they were a little swollen already. He planted a kiss on them and then she slowly parted her lips allowing him to enter her mouth. He claimed her with the most POSEIDONate kiss and pressed his dick on her body. There were too many layers of clothes and he swiftly unzipped her skirt and she stood there wearing just her panties and shirt.
Kurt had to admit she looked sexy in scanty clothes. He pushed his hands underneath her skirt and with his able fingers, flicked the tip of her breast, nuzzling the nipples. She moaned and arched her legs and his dick pressed on her panties. He could feel that she was already wet and so he traveled downwards and let his finger roam around her hot, wet swollen flesh.
“You are so wet. I love it when your body anticipates my move.”
“My body is always aching to invite you in.”
“Then what are we waiting for?”
Kurt gently laid her on the forest floor making sure to place a pile of fallen leaves so that she wasn’t hurt. He then took a twig and placed it on her naval. He took his time to undress her completely and then placed the twig on her wet soft flesh. He kissed her and she screamed his name and the forest came alive with her sexy voice.
Kurt climbed on top of her and pressed his chest to her soft breast and then without any kind of forewarning, pushed his cock inside her. She held on to his back and dug her nails into his bare back. He kissed her and when she kissed back, they swore never to part again.
THE END
SHAPESHIFTER ROMANCE: THE WOLF AND HIS WITCH
They say that the world is full of mysteries. There is some kind of adventure taking place in the world right now. The world that we all live in is full of things we can’t explain. Science surely has made a lot of progress in the past, but it can’t truly justify the occurrence of paranormal. A lot of scientists deny the existence of paranormal being, as they can’t find any pragmatic reason to justify it. But the truth is that there are a few things that are beyond the explanation of science. Paranormal beings like werewolves, witches, vampires, shifters, and more exist between us. They go unseen as that random stranger that you might have seen on the street a few days back. They could be your neighbor or your best friend, hiding their darkest secret from you. They live amongst us, being a part of our society, hiding their existence.
Tara was one of those paranormal beings as well. She was a witch, the successor of an Old Russian witch clan who moved to North America post World War II. When her grandmother moved from Moscow to New York, she had no idea that she would fall in love with Leo, a true werewolf who originated from Brazil. Together, they created an entire life for themselves. They gave birth to Tara’s mother, the first blood of its kind. She turned out to be one of the most powerful witches of all realms, and under her mother’s protection, she was able to evolve her skills in the best way. Everyone had high expectations for her until the unthinkable happened – she fell in love with a human. It was an abomination for a paranormal to fall in love with a human as it might compromise with the secrecy as well as the power of their blood. They eloped and gave birth to Tara.
When Tara turned out to be a witch, her parents couldn’t be any more proud, since the amalgamation of human and paranormal blood can cause an unforeseen complication. Her mother taught her everything she knew about the paranormal world before she realized she couldn’t run anymore. As Tara’s father grew old, and her mother realized that she couldn’t save him, she decided to kill herself on his deathbed. Tara’s parents died together in love, leaving her alone.
She was living in an old house near Nashville. It was a peaceful locality nearby the outskirts of the town. Tara was a pure witch and couldn’t age. She was 22 from the last few years and was living in pure isolation. She didn’t want to interact with people much. Knowing that she was the daughter of one of the most powerful witches who had ever walked on the face of the earth, she would practice her craft almost every day. She had a garden in the backyard that would have all kind of herbs that a true witch needed to do magic. She thought that she had made an entire world for herself until the unthinkable happened that changed one thing: everything.
It was one of the usual weekend nights for Tara. She was getting back from her evening walk, a part of her daily ritual that used to help her to connect with Mother Nature when she saw someone outside her house. Her senses were elevated as she came closer to the figure. She knew that something w
as wrong that night, but couldn’t exactly figure out what was happening.
As she saw a man lying down in a bad shape in front of her porch, she didn’t know what to do. “Are you alright?” she asked him in her peculiar accent. She wanted to make sure if the stranger was fine or not. As she turned him around, she realized that he was bleeding. His face was composed of a few scars and he was almost naked. Tara looked at his muscular body and chiseled muscles and inhaled his essence.
“Werewolf, what are you doing here?” she asked him as she realized that the man was a paranormal like her. She tried to wake him up a couple of times, but the man didn’t utter a word. She checked his nostrils and lungs to make sure if he was alive or not.
“You are a tough wolf!” she said when she realized that he was breathing heavily even after getting so brutally attacked. She turned around to make sure if they were alone or not and used a magical spell to open the door.
“You are not dying, not on my watch!” she whispered in his ears and took him in. Her clothes were covered with his blood. There were several gunshots and wounds all over his body that were streaming out blood.
She cleared her central table and placed his body on it to get a clear look at the wounds. “Who would do something like this to you?” she said as she examined his body that was penetrated with numerous silver bullets. Normal bullets can’t harm a werewolf and she knew that he was being attacked by a group of hunters, who possess dangerous platinum and silver weapons that can harm a paranormal exponentially.
She knew that she had to act fast else she could end up losing the werewolf forever. There was no connection between the both of them, they had never met before, but Tara could feel connected to the man. She had to save him, there wasn’t any alternative left. She tried to examine his body to know more about the stranger. Usually, werewolves have tattoos about their pack or any significant history, but she couldn’t find anything at all about the strange man.
“Don’t tell me you are a lone wolf. It’s not a surprise you were caught by hunters without your pack,” she said while cleaning his wound with some spirit.
The moment the magical spirit touched his wounds, it imparted an intense amount of irritation and pain to the wolf that lay there in his human form.
“Ah! No!” he said and started breathing heavily as Tara was cleansing his body with the spirit.
“I don’t want to cause any trouble, but this is necessary,” she said and tried to calm him down. She quickly went to her garden and came back with some hand-picked herbs.
“I know what you need. Trust me!”
She prepared something on the stove with those herbs and gave it to him.
“Drink this, please. This will make you unconscious and you won’t feel any pain. I can simply take the bullets out and heal you without letting you feel the pain,” she said looking at his dark eyes. For a moment, their eyes met, and as he looked at his own reflection in Tara’s ocean blue eyes, he knew that he was safe. He opened his mouth and drank the liquid that put him in an unconscious state. He closed his eyes and let Tara do her magic. He was finally relaxed, knowing that he’d be alright when he would open his eyes.
As Ralph closed his eyes, the flashbacks of the last night started to appear. He knew that he was dying as he knew how before dying one gets the flashback of his life. He could remember it all – the moment he laid his eyes on his parents to how he discovered he was a werewolf, he could remember the first time he met his pack or the time he made love to one of the fellow female werewolves on the pack. But most importantly, he could remember how a group of hunters attacked their pack and isolated a few wolves. He would see how he ran towards the city, hoping to escape the hunters. But they were so many and he was the only wolf. They attacked him with their specialized weapons and shot him with silver bullets that slowed him down.
As he finally entered the city, he realized that he had escaped the hunters, but was devoid of energy. He could die any moment and then stopped. He lay unconscious in front of a house, with a will to carry on his life. He could hear Tara in the background casting several spells at the same time, trying her best to cure him. She knew that he was a paranormal, and the loss of his life would be an unforgettable loss. Suddenly, there was a moment of silence – he couldn’t hear or feel anymore. The liquid started to enter his system, making him unconscious. It was darkness everywhere. He was sure that it was his hand. He couldn’t abandon the darkness anymore, so darkness he became.
“Are you alright?” he heard an angelic voice as he tried to open his eyes. It was sunny outside and he could see a halo forming behind the most beautiful face he had ever seen. He looked at the stunning face and knew that he was in heaven. He could look at those ocean blue eyes for the rest of his life, play with her long blonde curls, kiss those red lustrous lips, and make love to her charming face that had an aura of its own.
“I am… you… who are you?” he tried to ask her.
“Don’t worry, you are safe. I found you last night outside my porch. I thought that you have died for a moment, but then I tried to cure you. I think I succeeded.”
He couldn’t understand what she was trying to say. He was in an entirely different world. “Am I dead?” he asked her.
“Ah! No, of course not!” she giggled.
“Why does it feel like I am dead and in heaven? You are so beautiful like an angel!” he was still half unconscious and Tara smiled, knowing his state of mind.
“Uhm. Well, thank you! Can you tell me your name?” she asked her in order to get some details. She wanted to let his pack members know about his safety so that they could fetch him home.
“Can you tell me about your pack? I have tried healing you, but I am not an expert werewolf witch. I know your pack must be having dedicated witches and warlocks to cure you. If you can tell me anything about your pack, then I can try to contact them,” she wanted to help him, but he was not giving many signs of improvement.
He didn’t say anything for a moment. There was a constant headache that he was fighting with and just wanted to close his eyes. The more he would try to regain his consciousness, the more pain he would experience owing to the wounds. He finally decided not to fight it anymore and let it all sink in.
“Ralph. My name is Ralph,” he breathed out profoundly to let her know his name. He couldn’t speak anymore and closed his eyes in order to sleep. Tara didn’t interrupt him anymore. She knew that disturbing him will only hinder the process of healing.
He didn’t say anything about his pack, which made Tara assume that Ralph didn’t belong to any pack at all. Choosing a wolf pack is the most sacred ritual for any werewolf – it a part of their identity and defines them for the rest of their lives. Some werewolves automatically choose the pack of their werewolves, while a few go out to discover them and select a pack. She knew some werewolves who chose a pack even before turning into a werewolf for the first time but also knew a few lonely wolves that were devoid of any pack and had decided to stay stag. Asking a werewolf about their packs and past several times is considered extremely impolite in paranormal norms.
Tara knew that if Ralph was not telling her about his pack, then there must be a very strong reason behind it. There was no tattoo or identity symbol on his body to depict his belonging to a pack. Tara also noticed how Ralph dodged the question about his pack. She finally concluded that Ralph must have been a lonely wolf, a stag, and decided to never ask him about his pack again. She didn’t want to disturb him by asking the haunting questions about his past. She wanted Ralph to live in the present and get healed as soon as he could so that he could commence his life once again.
“Don’t worry! You will be alright in a few days. I promise you!” she said and started applying the paste of a few herbs that she had prepared for his wounds in order to heal them. Tara kept looking at Ralph and all his masculinity. She had covered his body with a blanket and could see his chiseled chest, the thin hairline on his chest, his bulging biceps, and amazing body. Even a
t such a fragile state, he looked like Adonis. He had a dusky body and short black hair, a flawless jawline, and effortlessly sexy arms. Tara was already turned on by his mere presence. She could feel an extremely strong cosmic connection between the two of them. She couldn’t find any rational explanation behind it, but knew – just knew that there was something between the two of them which she was not able to comprehend at that moment.
As Ralph closed his eyes, Tara kept looking at him and touched his face. She started brushing her hands on his forehead in order to make him feel comfortable. She finally passed a kiss on his forehead in the most romantic way. “Get well soon, Ralph!” she called him by his name for the first time, knowing that it would be the beginning of an interesting journey.
The next couple of days passed in the same way. Ralph would wake up for a few hours and they would talk. Tara would keep asking him about his well-being and how he got himself into such a mess. All Ralph knew that he was attacked by a group of hunters and in order to escape them, he entered the city area and landed in front of her house.
He was walking on a line between the state of consciousness and sleep. He would sleep for the entire day sometimes and lay wide awake at nights. Sometimes, while resting, he would get nightmares, but would soon realize that all those nightmares were not real when he would look at Tara. Ralph was getting attracted to her every day. He would find a strange sense of peace and solace in her presence. With every day, he would get better as Tara did everything in her power to heal him without letting him experience any pain.