Alan Wake Novel Novels & Stories

I crouched beside him, brushing wet strands from her face. I froze when I recognized who she was. Well, I had no idea who exactly she was. But I knew she was either Chloe or Halle. One of the daughters of Wilder. Wilder was the Alpha of the Moonbeam pack. He was someone I could never forget. After he killed most members of our pack unprovoked a few years ago, I had been keeping tabs on him, waiting for the right time to strike. This was the perfect opportunity. Wilder would finally pay for his sins.

Alaric's POV. There was no reason for excitement, but watching how I troubled Alana made me smile. I was content, and for some reasons, I couldn't wait for her to be done with the food. My wolf was in a thrill. Scanning my eyes around the room, I figured there was nothing much that I could do, so I went back to the balcony, where the evening sky shimmered with a beautiful sunset. "The Anatomy of the Lungs." I read it on the cover of the book that Alana was reading.

The incredibly loud sound of pacing in fact, the slow and steady pacing of predator on a wet stone surface slowly started to fill the emptiness death have left in its wake. With sound came scent, I could smell the damp stale air then feel it creasing the exposed skin of my arms, feel the cold seeping into my bones from the stone slab under me. It took some effort to open my eyes, I wasn't fully aware of myself. Everything seemed strange, foreign and uncomfortable. Like my skin wasn’t my own! Forcing my eyes open, I was confronted with snow, it hovered and floated in the darkness over my head. Beyond it though was not sky, but a ceiling of stone. No, this was not snow but dust. I could see it

The disappointment and bitterness gnawed at me, wearing me down. Still, the moment he saw me injured, it didn't matter how he tried to hide it, the sheer panic and worry on his face were unmistakable. "Carlee, don't be scared! I'm here!" His voice, mixed with the pounding rain, filtered through the shattered window, sending a chill down my spine. The smell of gasoline inside the car was getting stronger, and I had no idea when it might explode. Moreover, with the flash flood raging down the mountain, who knew if it would sweep through the road at the base?

Somewhere above, the pack went about their lives, unaware that in this hole, their Alpha was trying to extract something from a woman who had nothing left to give. "I don't believe you," he said finally. Something stirred in my chest. Something small and fierce and utterly defiant. Move, I commanded my body. Move. Show him. Prove him wrong. My muscles screamed in protest. My bones felt like they were grinding together. The wolfsbane dragged at every thought, every impulse, every desperate attempt to rise. And when our eyes met, I saw it. That flicker. That recognition. That sense of being seen that I had once treasured and now despised.

She asked with a scoff. "I wish I could say it was," he slid into his breeches, "Perhaps you can ask your brother, Novak, when next you see him." That was it. That was all it took for Reyana to snap, losing her last sense of reasoning. "You manipulative liar!" AUTHOR'S NOTE: NEW BOOK ALERT!!! DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT MY NEW BOOK, "ALPHA OF THE NORTH: HIS WEAKNESS, HER CURSE. It is a dark romance book. Intriguing and suspense-filled.

We’re so far away from everything I’ve ever known, and in front of us sits a vast ocean of waving grass, the bright sun, and lots a critters that wanna kill us. Most of the day, I’m in my wolf form, runnin’ with the cattle. But Pa likes for me to stay with Ma and the younger kids whenever we get to a part of the journey that is a bit more dangerous. I tried arguin’ with him about it the first time he tried to run me off, but one thing I learned a long time ago is that it don’t make no sense to argue with Pa. I ain’t never gonna win. “When are we gonna reach the river?” Alice asks Ma for the three hundredth time.

A ray of ease fell on my heart when I recognized a bunch of girls who stood in the doorway, waiting to see me before the meeting began. 'Hey!' Althea, daughter and heiress to the Bane Pack wrapped an arm around me. They all continued to reassure me that I would definitely make my way out, and find my place here in the Pack. We all spoke about our different Packs. It eased the tension that was building up but it all seemed to shatter whenever the thought filtered into my head and stuck my belly. We were cut off when I heard someone scream my name. The anxiety returned, but pleasantly. I didn't have to look before I knew who that voice belonged to. I knew that voice as well as I knew mine, It

Who the hell told you I was going to talk about nude? " And how did you know my head of department said nude? Are you a spy? Or do you have strange abilities and talents?" " You read minds right? " Melissa asked. " So what if I do? " I asked. " Well the thing is I also do read mind. There is this saying that goes like this, in order to catch a criminal, one has to think like a criminal. So, in order to catch a werewolf, one has to think like a werewolf. Can't you see you are destined to hunt werewolves, that is why you think like them. Werewolves, have a very good ear. They can hear things to the extent of hearing what one's heart says. Werewolves are intellectual beings and so are you becau