Aang Novels & Stories

Eli reached across the table and took my hand. "That's already wrong," he said. "Because I've already seen the real Adrian. He's the one who fights when something matters. He's the one who eventually admits when he's wrong. He's the one who's willing to risk comfort to do something right. That Adrian is worth knowing." "You might change your mind," I said.

Under the luminous gaze of the full moon, the stronghold gathered in reverence. The air was heavy with anticipation, the scent of earth and magic weaving through the crowd. At the center of the sacred clearing stood Luna and Kael, poised for the ancient Bond Ritual—a ceremony no Alpha had invoked in centuries.

There’s a strange clarity to my anger—a focus that makes every sense sharper, every movement precise. The moment I reach the edge of the hideout, I don’t stop to think. I kick down the door, wood splintering under the force of my boot, and I step inside, feeling every ounce of anger, every piece of heartbreak, flood through me like a dam breaking. The witches turn, eyes wide with shock, but I don’t give them a chance to scream.

He was thirteen, big and strong, nothing like his younger brother who was wiry and fast but not bulky. “I’m fine,” Aaron replied, his fisted hands refusing to relax. Genty’s eyes dropped from his eyes to his hands and then back to his face again before she said, “If you say so, little brother.” She cleared her throat and went back to tending to the potatoes as she asked, “Are you going with us tomorrow to deliver these? Onora has promised to be there. I can’t wait to see how large her belly has grown.”

I murmured into his neck. “About babies...” “Yes.” I answered instantly “I'm not saying we should have them right now, but in a few months, we could think about it...” “Oh, God... Thank you, thank you Thank you!” I laughed amused by his reaction and then remembered something not very funny. “Angel’s real father was Daniel... What do you think about that?” Against all odds, his response hurt me. “That I hate him, of course.” An involuntary sob escaped me. “Why are you crying, my love?” He asked worried.

Ivanka pointed to Zehra. “You’re South Indian?” Nora asked. Seema looked surprised. “No. I’m Seema Singh, North Indian.” “Singh? So you’re...” “Yea, I’m Sikh,” “Really? You look healthy to me,” Zehra said and Seema laughed. “I’m not sick, I’m Sikh,” Ivanka looked at her like she was bonkers and Seema rolled her eyes. “What’s your full name?” she asked Zehra. “Zehra Mahmood.”

he said, stopping me “if you do not like this, please, the door is behind you, do not hesitate to leave” “Dante…” “It is Alpha Dante, or Mr. D’Angelo, do you understand me? I am not your friend and you are to mind your limits around me” he said, stopping me “now, you have two hours, either get what I want, or leave through that door, and I do not want to see your face, am I making myself clear?”

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