Devoured by the Gargoyle. Monster Lovers, #4
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- FormatePub
- ISBN8230833697
- EAN9798230833697
- Date de parution14/07/2025
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- Infos supplémentairesepub
- ÉditeurIndependently Published
Résumé
For weeks, the dreams haunted her; stone wings unfurling under the blood moon, a voice like gravel calling her name, a need buried deep in her bones. When the pull becomes unbearable, she follows it into the forest, toward the ruins no villager dares approach. Within the cathedral's crumbling walls, she finds more than legend. Crouched atop a forgotten altar is a gargoyle locked in stone. and waiting for her.
The moment she touches him, ancient magic stirs. The covenant awakens. And her body becomes the vessel for a rite older than the church itself-where consent is sacred, and surrender seals the bond. He is massive. Inhuman. Reverent in his hunger. And when the blood moon rises, she must decide: walk away, or be devoured-heart, soul, and flesh.
The moment she touches him, ancient magic stirs. The covenant awakens. And her body becomes the vessel for a rite older than the church itself-where consent is sacred, and surrender seals the bond. He is massive. Inhuman. Reverent in his hunger. And when the blood moon rises, she must decide: walk away, or be devoured-heart, soul, and flesh.
For weeks, the dreams haunted her; stone wings unfurling under the blood moon, a voice like gravel calling her name, a need buried deep in her bones. When the pull becomes unbearable, she follows it into the forest, toward the ruins no villager dares approach. Within the cathedral's crumbling walls, she finds more than legend. Crouched atop a forgotten altar is a gargoyle locked in stone. and waiting for her.
The moment she touches him, ancient magic stirs. The covenant awakens. And her body becomes the vessel for a rite older than the church itself-where consent is sacred, and surrender seals the bond. He is massive. Inhuman. Reverent in his hunger. And when the blood moon rises, she must decide: walk away, or be devoured-heart, soul, and flesh.
The moment she touches him, ancient magic stirs. The covenant awakens. And her body becomes the vessel for a rite older than the church itself-where consent is sacred, and surrender seals the bond. He is massive. Inhuman. Reverent in his hunger. And when the blood moon rises, she must decide: walk away, or be devoured-heart, soul, and flesh.