#devilwoodstarter

[cecilialcighton]

“--Wait, no! I’ll stop laughing, I promise... It was just... It was funny...”

[mariaionesco-blog]

“God, I hate flying.” Anamaria muttered beneath her breath, tattered leather boots crunching through blankets of fallen leaves as she skirted around the very edge of the forest, making her way in a rather slow procession toward her cabin. If she’d learned anything in her extraordinarily long life, it was that rushing anywhere was a waste of time, which was probably why it had taken her more than a month to make her way to Devilwood. 

A sudden crack from over her shoulder forced Maria to stop, but when she turned upon her heel to confront whoever, or whatever, may have been stalking along in the shadows behind her, she merely grimaced. 

“You know, it’s usually considered pretty rude to sneak up on someone.” 

[rageofthewolf-blog1]

“Whose ass do I have to kiss to get me a nice room with a proper bed, you know one of them firm beds with a solid mattress, that doesn’t smell like skunk? Either something crawled in my room and died, someone’s been sneaking in my room and fucking atop my mattress, or they pissed the bed. I can’t decide which. Either way I want this bed out.”

[rageofthewolf-blog1]

Fredrik was no stranger to trouble. It was what he did, how he operated, basic adrenaline 101. It was so close to home he could practically feel that word alone shift the course of the blood running through his veins and raise the hairs on his arm. But he swallowed. He contained himself. His gaze focused on the noise just down the hall. His footsteps echoed the noise he heard. “Don’t you give me any trouble,” He murmured under his breath. His voice; soft.

[misstress-demi-blog]

“You” She almost growled as she looked at the slave, “Come here. Now.” The mistress demanded, she glared at the slave through their cell. Her heat had driven her through the roof, it was the last day of the full moon cycle and it was the strongest and hardest to control. 

[braxton-carterx]

“I didn’t steal anything.” Braxton stared at the other, keeping his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet. “No- no you can’t check my pockets. What would I even take from you?” It was hard to tell if he was lying or not.

[kennish-slaves-blog]

Olivia looked up and saw a person coming towards her, without even thinking. She got up and moved away, “Please..no..  please don’t hurt me..” She begged. Since day one of waking up in this place she couldn’t believe what she’d been through. First being subjected to slavery, then finding out the existence of vampires and werewolves. She’d hadn’t met a werewolf yet but, she sure as hell didn’t want to either. “Please.. “ she begged again as her back was against the farthest wall in her cell.