Legend (A Gothic Shade of Romance #2) Read Online Karina Halle

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: A Gothic Shade of Romance Series by Karina Halle

Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)

In the scorching and riveting conclusion to Hollow, a dark academia and gothic romance reimagining of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, Katrina Van Tassel, Ichabod Crane, and Brom Bones have unraveled the bone-chilling mystery of Sleepy Hollow's Headless Horseman.

But their journey is far from its end. As they share the enigmatic halls of Sleepy Hollow Institute, their lives become increasingly entangled, both emotionally and intimately. Amidst their exploration of dark desires, Kat grapples with the affections of two possessive men who hunger for not only her, but for each other.

As their passions deepen, unsettling secrets within the school's ancient coven come to light, threatening to unravel the very fabric of their existence. Each character faces a profound test, with one harboring a hidden past that could shatter their newfound unity.

In a suspenseful tale of desire, obsession, and the lurking shadows of Sleepy Hollow, these three souls will be pushed to the brink, facing the chilling consequences of their deepest secrets and darkest cravings.

Watch your head.

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Full playlist can be found by scanning the image below or entering the following URL: bit.ly/HOLLOWPLAYLIST

“Pleasure” - +++ (Crosses)

“New York” - The Kills

“Invisible Hand” - +++ (Crosses)

“Going to Heaven” - The Kills

“Corrupt” - Depeche Mode

“In the Air Tonight” - Natalie Taylor

“Feral Love” - Chelsea Wolfe

“Last Rites” - +++ (Crosses)

“Daffodil” - Florence + The Machine

“Built on Bones” - Emily Scott Robinson

“Werewolf Heart” - Dead Man’s Bones

“Me and the Devil” - Soap&Skin

“Burn the Witch” - Queens of the Stone Age

“Bitches Brew” - +++ (Crosses)

“Phantom Bride” - Deftones

“Stripped” - Depeche Mode (single version)

“Ghost Ride” - +++ (Crosses)

“House of Metal” - Chelsea Wolfe

“Halo” - Depeche Mode

“Total Depravity” - The Veils

“Sinner in Me” - Depeche Mode

“Dusk” - Chelsea Wolfe

“Kingdom Come” - The Kills

“In Chains” - Depeche Mode

“Runner” - +++ (Crosses)

“Bones” - Finnegan Tui

“Flatlands” - Chelsea Wolfe

“Seven Devils” - Florence + The Machine

“Crawl Home” - Desert Sessions

“Anhedonia” - Emma Ruth Rundle/Chelsea Wolfe

“Snake Song” - Isobel Campbell/Mark Lanegan

“Mercy in You” - Depeche Mode

“Light as a Feather” - +++ (Crosses)



A year ago

The creature stalks towards me.

Darkness coming out from darkness.

He’s inside my head, inside my nightmare.

He’s stepping out of my mind and into the hall.

The hall outside the room.

Malevolence pours under the doorway, flowing toward me like oil.

The creature forms here.

Tall, broad-shouldered, cloaked in night.

Missing a head.

He’s holding something in his hand behind his back.

Something that drips onto the floor.

I see a hint of long blonde hair hanging.

The color of cornsilk.

I know what it is.

I open my mouth to scream.

The headless man brings the object forward.

It’s Kat’s severed head, her blue eyes frozen in terror.

“Let me inside,” the man says in a deeply inhuman voice that sinks into the marrow of my bones. “Let me inside and I’ll put her head back on.”

I sit straight up and scream. It echoes in the room and for a moment I don’t remember where I am.

Then someone sits up next to me. A man.

He puts his arm around me, his skin cool against my burning body, and gives me a squeeze.

“It’s a nightmare, Abe,” he says in his low, rich voice. “You’re alright.”

I try to breathe, my lungs aching and he runs his palm up and down my arm, soothing me.

“It’s alright,” he says again, resting his chin on my shoulder. “There’s nothing to fear.”

But there’s so much to fear.

All I feel is fear.

I can’t stop running from it and it can’t stop coming for me.

I turn my head to glance at him from the corner of my eye.

Crane. His name is Ichabod Crane.

The mystery man at the opium den.

He had been watching me and I had been watching him.

Wondering what he wanted with me. His mannerisms were so refined despite the smoke going into his lungs. He seemed worldly.

And it seemed he wanted me.

I hated that I wanted him.

Then tonight he got up and approached me and offered me a bath and a place to stay. Anywhere was better than the slums I had been sleeping in, even though the idea of being with him both terrified and thrilled me.

So I went with him here.

I took a much-needed bath.

And then I sucked him off and reveled in his praise.

Feeling like I was good. Worthy.

I was wanted.

I was safe.

It had been such a long time since I felt any of those things.

I’ve been running for so long.

“What haunts you, Abe?” he asks, brushing the hair off my head. I close my eyes to his touch but then stop myself, pulling away and putting distance between us.

“Everything,” I tell him though I know this man won’t leave it at that.

“That much I know,” he muses.

I lean forward and he puts his hand on my back, fingers gently brushing my spine. I hate how good it feels, hate how badly I want this man to use me again like he did earlier. That feeling of being wanted and desired so much, that urge I have inside to please.

I want to please him and keep pleasing him.

“This isn’t the first time for you,” he says. “Or is it?”

I shake my head, no. “I don’t do this often,” I say, my voice raw.

There was only Pastor Ross. That man had started off as a father figure for me, someone who I turned to because my own father acted like I didn’t exist. I trusted Pastor Ross. And I wanted him too. We only succumbed to our desires twice, knowing how dangerous and forbidden it was.

The first time we were together was the first time I had a man’s cock in my mouth.

The second time he took my virginity.

And shortly after that, I took Kat’s.

My heart squeezes at the thought of her. I left Sleepy Hollow for her. I was so afraid that the magistrate would make an example of me to the entire town, not just telling my parents that I was a product of the devil, but that Kat would find out too. I truly didn’t care what my parents thought of me, they already treated me like I was something they had to tolerate, as if I was thrown in their laps like a stray kitten they felt obliged to take care of.