The werewolf Chase
Her scent had begun to change, from the warm loving scent he grew to like so much, to the slight bitter sweetness of fear. "come on," he rumbled, his own ears tilting around to try and catch what hers did.
Ander - Chapter 3, Subchapter 13
That flavour was reserved to pass over ander's tongue that night, a poison fouler than any other, bitter and burning. it was in the eyes, always the eyes.
Executive decisions Chapter 16
His presence was a gift for them, a moment to be cherished in their bitter dead hearts for an age.
Dragyn Saga part 1
They knew precisely how far along phiresong was, and how much to give, she could still see the look on her birth-mothers face when she refused to eat the bitter-herb, knowing that she was closing off her only means of staying within the clan, but also knowing
Thunderweaver Volume 1: Interlude: An Un-invited Guest
He smiled then a bit bitterly and gently shook his head and went through it, out to the hallway. he walked next door; liam was silently waiting for him there sitting on the table.
Jasper's Oddysee (B1)
The thought went as follows: "you couldn't have done it alone," but rather than, as might be expected, rage or bitterness, or even guilt filling his body, jasper found a smile rise to his lips.
A Spare in the Trunk: Part XIV
"it's past and i really don't want to leave on a bitter note. you two have managed to stay together this long, longer than any of my relationships ever lasted." she blew the hair out of her face.
Chasing the Sun - Chapter 50: Through the Snowfall
He was greeted by a bitter taste. the wolf wanted to put it back, but the bitterness gave way to something sweet, like a cherry.
Shiny Pennies on Parade
I'm ... why aren't they bitter? they should be bitter, like us. they should be empty." "like us?" ma echoed sadly. c nodded. "well ... i don't know." "so, yes, maybe i do envy them.
The Wildlands: Attria (Chapter 1)
As he nears the front of the cave the bitter cold cuts through his wet fur. before he can object further kyra throws him into the snow bank.
The Bar...
Isn't a trace what goes on in a voice that has no emotion the stories seem the same, filled with shame by name, all missing some kind of devotion to even the smallest of concern for where they went wrong they simply nod along to the same ol' song "too bitter
When I saw you past the breeze.
bitterness settled, a cold man's heart. moisture rose, a fog thickened. everlasting love changed, turning into hate. a blind man's greed, never fulfilled. a sound of crashing wave, no breeze came.