Adelina Amouteru Novels & Stories

Fearless, even when she could see the murderous look in their eyes. Amadeus frowned at her. "Her name is Adelia Coetzee. We are told she is the daughter of the healer." Alastair offered up before his brother got himself knocked into next week. I appreciated when people knew when they were outmatched. Outnumbered. The crowd around us would happily tear at them on my behalf. But the name was what stuck with me. Stuck with all of us. Alvara kept her shields around her. Not even letting some emotion slip onto her face. She cocked her head to the other side. Watched the twins closely until a small light went off inside her head.

explained one of the directorates. The woman stood up and put both of her hands behind her. “I am Adriane Rillejos, Malabi pack’s representative.” Hearing the name, Zaetron’s face completely lose all emotions and his hands started to tense up. “It’s a pleasure to meet the council and the leaders of Claveria Haltera,” added Adriane as her eyes traveled around the table where the Alphas were seated. Feeling an odd intuition, Zaetron gradually affixed his gaze back to the woman named Adriane. That long purple hair, azure eyes, bronze skin… they might have been natural. But why does it feel like there is something in her that’s more of a pack’s representative.

First, Jared, Then Alpha Lundamous and his Luna. And then Adelia.

His smile turns slightly oversized. "Who are you beautiful? I haven't met you in the previous meeting." He takes my hand and places a small peck. I could see Lucian's face darkens at this. "Stephanos, this is Adelia, associate CEO of Alastair Corporation." "You are lucky to have such a beautiful associate Lucian. Where did you found her?" Excuse me. Found me? What am I? A possession. My anger spikes up slowly. "Can we start?" David pipes in. He looks visibly tensed.

he said, voice low. I swallowed hard. He didn’t look at me. Just kept staring at the wooden table like it had answers carved in the grain. “Sara…” he began. “She’s not… that’s not her name.” “I mean, not the name she always goes by.” My lips parted, but no words came out. He continued, fast now. Like ripping off a bandage.“Her other name is Adelina. Adelina Vossen. She’s Black Orchid. Born into it. Trained. The Black Orchid is…” he was saying, but I couldn't listen anymore.

One of the pack members yelled from the crowd. “Then we prove them wrong. With Luna as our alpha, we will not only have a strong, capable leader but someone who makes us untouchable. She is who Brax chose to lead us.” Nick looked over at me and gave me a warm smile. “I bow to Alpha Luna,” he declared, taking a knee.

Julius said, planting his palms firmly on his desk and he thankfully navigated the conversation away from topics of conversation we had yet to discuss. “I’m assuming our Luna here is up to speed about Wes?” “Yes.” Julius and I replied in unison. “Okay dynamic duo. Well, when I say he is perhaps the weakest person I’ve ever encountered, I’m not lying. This guy is talking and I’m not even asking questions.” “I’m sure you’re not doing nothing.” Julius scoffed. “I’ve electrocuted him a handful of times, sue me.” Dean rolled his eyes, crossing his forearms over his broad chest. “Anyway, he’s confirmed that Adrian is working with someone and he’s got connections in the Blue Moon Pack.”

She has some history on Katerina she wants to tell you,’ Hunter mind links. I follow Hunter back to our pack. When we arrive I find Adelaide waiting for me. “I’m glad you are here.” “It’s time you knew about the Angels and about Adelina.” I don’t interrupt and let her continue with her story. My mother, aunt and Beta are all listening. “Adelina was the first hybrid known to the supernatural. Adelina was half fairy and half werewolf. Her wolf was named Irena. The very same that is now attached to Katerina.”

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

JB's forehead furrowed for a moment. "Why? Did the directors make it difficult for both of you?" "No, it's just that this junkass saw his long-time crush. Remember Celestina Heuvelton? Our university’s campus muse? A fucking gorgeous girl joined Miss Manila?" Elyano asked. JB's eyebrows furrowed as he remembered the girl his friend was talking about. "Ah! I remember," he snapped when he remembered the girl. "What about her?" he asked curiously.