All The Young Dudes Marauders の小説・ストーリー

He opens the door and Adrianna lunges at him while giggling and talking a million miles an hour about her souvenirs that her Aunt Lisa had gotten her. We head inside where Shane pulls me into him and walk straight over to where Austin and Candice are standing with an older couple. The man has a cut on, like the rest of the Warriors, but this one looks different. It's worn, a few holes in it, and on the bottom of the Nightmare Warriors lettering, it says Chesapeake Chapter. "Shane?" "Hmm?" He answers stopping with Adrianna still flung to his chest. She somehow managed to grab hold of one of the mini sandwiches from the platters of food.

she asked curiously as she latched onto the elder’s arm before they all gathered under the makeshift roof they had made from leaves, twigs and a couple length of twine from the Huntress. “There are more out into the world, young one.” The Huntress told the younger with a smile. “And I can’t name them all.” She said much to younger’s disappointment, though she could sense that the younger probably believed about the puckwedgie but had decided not let it ruin her mood. “And what are the ones you could recall?” Tivona asked, “Can you please just give me just one? Please?” she pleaded. “As you wish,” she conceeded to the younger’s wishes much to Aedre’s annoyance. “They say that mermaids exists.

I want her, I’ll have her. Xander and I kept the silent battle with our eyes. I eyed him with my smug face, smirking slightly while he looks annoyed but trying to remain calm. Jolo hissed that made Xander looked away to him. “I hope you haven’t forgot that we almost got tied because of popping cherries.” Jolo shook his head, dismayed. “Girls like that tend to be clinigy.” Marko seconded. Nah, my girl is different from all of your hook-ups.

Xander and I just got back together, but I feel like I had been their Luna for a long time. After breakfast, I went to the training hall with all the young warriors. I stood at the center, surrounded by eager faces—young warriors in the making, their eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and determination. The youngest was just thirteen, brimming with youthful energy, while the oldest was eighteen, on the cusp of adulthood. These were the future protectors of the pack.

Three teenage male werewolves and a young boy stood by the entrance, their eyes wide with eagerness and bodies leaning forward as if they were ready to spring into action. Marcus, tall and well-built with dark, unruly hair, was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, his hands clenched and unclenched as if itching for something to do. Ethan, more reserved but no less interested, had piercing blue eyes that seemed to take in every detail, his lean frame poised with an intellectual curiosity. Tanner was the most animated, his playful smile and twinkling eyes reflecting his mischievous spirit, while his lithe body seemed to sway with restless energy. Liam, the youngest at 10, had an almo

I snap when the call connects. “Four more recruits this month and I just found out the new girl has a biker daddy. He was ever wearing Death Riders' colors.” “Found a new toy, did ya?” I snicker at my man, who is a certified high school counselor. It makes him perfect for recruiting new young blood into the crew. He and his teenage son are a twisted team. Their blood play is extreme, and they both like to share teenage girls. The girls can’t handle it and often bleed out, ruining their fun.

"You think I misunderstood?" Ned froze. Young Usher had cut him off so decisively that his mouth tightened. There was nothing he could do to defend himself. "Usher." "I'm sure this is the last time I'll be warning you all," Young Usher said, sweeping his eyes around. He looked at all the young werewolves there without blinking. "We're adults now. So, let's do something useful for the pack. Especially since the Palace will soon be selecting young warriors and guards. It's better for you to train than to waste time on useless things."

CHAPTER 49 Years flew by and Marcellus was now Alpha Marcellus, he was now 23years old and had taken over the Pack as the Alpha. His parents where still alive and strong, enjoying their time together with each other. Over the years Marcellus had removed the thought of having a mate or even getting one from his mind. Liam and Charlotte's where officially mate and now mated and happy, Marcellus didn't feel like he was lacking out because he didn't have a mate. He was still strong on his own and besides that he still ran the Pack very well.

"He's fast, smart, and loyal. You need someone you can trust absolutely." "Marcus is seventeen," I protest. "I'm eighteen next month," young Marcus corrects, straightening. "And I'm one of the best scouts in the pack. I can get in and out without being detected." Dexter studies him with calculating eyes. "You understand this could get you killed?" "I understand my Alpha is in danger. That's all that matters." The kid's resolve is absolute. "Alright. Marcus comes." Dexter adds him to his mental count. "That's me, Elena, Marcus, and two warriors. Sage, can you cloak five?"

I wasn't drinking as I would have to drive these dorks back and I absolutely did not approve of it as we were still underage, most of us that is. "Oh! Dàinn's here!!" Keanu exclaimed all of a sudden standing from his chair and aggressively gesturing his friends to walk over. I looked at the direction he was waving only to feel cold all of a sudden. 'Ah it's you again!' I thought to myself realizing that his friends were non other than the other two transfer students. "Hello everyone!!" Marcel the second youngest of the group greeted everyone with a wide smile spread across his face. While Dáinn just nodded his head slightly at everyone. Everyone responded with hi's and hello's and the two sa