The Annihilator (Dark Verse, #5)

by RuNyx

To everyone who cannot find themselves in a world full of people, Being lost is a hard prologue, but a much beautiful story awaits you. Find the courage, and turn the page.

The dark, which had been oppressing her little mind, gradually became familiar.

child. He had named him after death too.

So we don’t know him yet

Whatever it was, from the moment her fire had found his, her fate was sealed.

Her eyes swept the crowd of well-dressed men, going straight to the shadowed corners, knowing that’s where he stayed. He liked that.

Though she wasn’t a blaze yet, only an ember, she was his.

One day, she would be an inferno, and he would be the devil who controlled it.

Why am I already obsessed

"Eyes, flamma."

He'd come for her. He'd killed for her.

She felt one of his hands hold her wrists behind her—similar to the restraints but somehow she didn't feel bound—the other hand coming to grip her jaw. His thumb traced her lips before tracking the tears on her cheek, his gaze watching her cry in something akin to fascination. His lips came to her cheek, his tongue darting out to lick her tears,

skin, a promise and the threat all in one sentence both claiming and capturing her. "I'll always come for you."

most. It was easier to deal with a monster who was a monster up front and not a snake in the grass.

He was watching. He was always watching.

The rose, the prettiest thing she had ever seen, all black and frozen in time, had been the first gift she remembered receiving,

until she and the rest of the organizers knew—anyone who bid on her died. Yet,

Her only other friend had run away when they’d been children, and she knew to this day they were hunting her.

Gen??? Or Tristan’s sister?? No she was too long ago right??

But then she reminded herself of the one thing that kept her going, the search for one little answer that made her wake up every morning and brave the day.

Which is??

Anger was good. Anger made her feel. Anger reminded her that she was still alive.

They all looked at her but no one saw her, none except the man who watched her like it was his religion.

body. A lighter came to life in his hand, momentarily making him visible.

Yep confirmed shadow man!!

But she had to live. For that one answer he held.

it was those eyes—one utter black, the other an odd combination of green and gold—

“If I stay away from you, you’ll miss me, flamma.” Fuck him.

Heheh

She might be moved once, or at maximum twice, but never five times, and Lyla didn’t understand why she had been.

She’s. It Tristan’s sister so it has to be the third missing girl from 20 years ago right??? One was his sister one was gen (main girls sis from last book) and then Lyla???

The one friend she'd had in childhood had left her behind and run away, and

Why give her black eternal roses for every kill?

'Your voice makes my atoms sing.’

“The world isn’t ready to see who I would become if this—” his thumb pressed on her pounding pulse “—ever stops.”

“It’s just us. It’s always just been us. Focus on me.”

“Then you’re my slut.” His thigh pressed into her where she was empty, pressing her clit hard. “Mine.”

But seeing her had felt like finding the richest shades of his favorite colors, seared across his retinas with a taste of something sweet on his tongue.

Maybe slide inside her while she slept, make her give him her trust to the point her body intuitively reacted to him even in her sleep. And in the morning, she would wake up sore with no memory of how but

They didn’t know she wasn’t the bait he would bite, she was the prize he had already won in this bloody game—he just had to claim the winning.

“Touch her and you die,” he remarked quietly. “Touch her worse, die worse. It’s a simple thing, isn’t it? I don’t know why you didn’t understand it.”

The mean one was bald, his head gleaming as he took a seat at the head of the table, wearing a ring with the same snake design as the man from the club that night.

Hector the bastard

'I'll always come for you.' Liar.

“Tell me... tell me where he is...” “Live for me and I’ll tell you,” he bargained as always,

“You have been, you are, and you will always be my only obsession, Luna Caine.”

HOLY FUCK IT IS HIS SISTER!!!!! OMG

He had missed that. He’d missed her. And he'd almost lost her. That wasn't okay. That wasn't in the vicinity of okay.

She needed to feel safe to heal, and no one would make her feel safer than he would. Because they had conscience, morals, ethics, and he? He had her.

he’d always dangled the one thing he knew she wanted more than anything—her answers—

Is she looking for answers about Tristan then?

heading to the home he had built for them over the years.

Everything he’d done for the last six years had been for her, so she could live one day freely without looking over her shoulder all the time.

Burn marks littered places on the back of the hand.

“Exactly. I’m always behind you, even when you cannot see.”

“How... how did you know?” she stuttered,

Because hes been in the syndicate too???

“I know you, flamma,” he reminded her. “The deepest desires of your heart, the softest secrets of your soul, the meanest moments in your mind. I know them all, I own them. Every desire, every secret, every thought.”

“Why not live here before?” He turned his neck to look at her. “You weren’t here.”

“I’ll sleep in the other room until you invite me back. This bedroom is yours. This whole house is yours. There’s

She wouldn’t be fucking suicidal if she had friends and family in the first place.