Amant Novels & Stories

As for the silver is the weakness of werewolves along side with wolfsbane. Antony’s pov After the girls left me and Fabien, we decided to go for a run to the woods in wolf form. As we were running I felt that something was wrong. ‘’Something’s wrong’’ I told Fabien at the mind link. ‘’What do you mean?’’ Fabien replied. ‘’I don’t know, I think it’s your sister’’ I said full of concern, my wolf was on edge too. ‘’Anton please help rogues attacked us’’ I heard Amy’s voice. ‘’Where are you?’’ I tried to ask her but the link was close. Fabien’s wolf was looking at me worrying.

Ray quietly turns back around. Amanza looked up into Mirror's rearview and saw Ray's worried expression. Then, she sighs, wiping the tears away from the creases of her eye., "I just hate storms.”

"On a scale of one to completely fucked, I'd say we're hovering somewhere around 'start writing your will and making peace with whatever god you believe in.” "Shut up and fight," Amon growled, his shadows lashing out at an amalgam that got too close. "I can do both, you know. I'm talented that way, very good at multitasking under pressure." An amalgam dove at Fabian from above, dropping from what must have been a rooftop perch, and he twisted his blade, catching it across what passed for its throat. One of its arms fell away, twitching on the ground, but instead of weakening the creature, I watched in horror as another arm sprouted from the same location, growing from the stump with wet soun

But Amani was a master of the hunt, her presence felt but never seen. Amani burst back into view, her presence like a bolt of lightning amidst the mayhem. Like quicksilver, her jaws snapped shut around one of the wolf’s throat as she whooshed on by. A torrent of crimson liquid erupted from the wolf's carotid artery, painting the air with a gruesome spectacle reminiscent of a volcanic eruption. The wolf's lifeless body crumpled to the ground, the thud resonating through the night with a bone-chilling finality.

Sandro looked annoyed at the woman in tight clothes, "stop your bullshit!" "Amanda did you know that Sandro is the eldest cousin of my lover Yemet?" "Mm... yes." She answered questions from Mania. Amanda then stood up, she had already eaten the dish. "Excuse me, looks like I need to rest for a bit." She said, then walked towards the stairs quickly without waiting for an answer.

asked Ana. “Of course it's fine. Want to come to my apartment? " bargained Ana. Amanda nodded, of course, she wanted to visit Ana's apartment. One more surprising thing is that they are actually neighbors. They are in the same apartment but on different floors. Ana is happy because finally, she will have a close friend. Because all this time Ana has always closed herself off to other neighbors. Ana gets Amanda a drink and some snacks to snack on. Amar opens the door to the room because he hears Ana's voice who is not talking alone. He was transfixed at the door looking at the figure he saw at this moment. The woman who made Amar fall in love and the woman was carrying a baby. Amar took a dee

to row back to the shore, something happened beneath them. The boat began to rock vigorously. Startled, the twins grabbed the edge of the boat and looked at each other with scared, wide eyes. "What's going on? Todd!" Emily cried. As the swamp Waters around them began to wave back and forth Emily let go of the boat sides and flung her arms around her brother. Todd kept a firm grip on the sides of the boat and looked around bewildered. "I don't know Emily!" He grabbed a hold of his sister as a large grey claw grabbed the boat and lifted it slowly out of the water. The twins shrieked in fear. Five skinny, long fingers covered in what appeared to be boils had a hold of them. They sat very stil

She always wore clothing that covered her elegant body. Once everyone was changed, we all left our room and walked down the hall together. I was at the front as always, with Bast on my heels. Sandy carried Legs on her shoulder everywhere she went. Freya always followed River like Bast followed me. Melody sometimes had Pepper follow her and other times she carried him under her arm. He was an odd rooster. "Where is High Priestess Amarantha this morning?" River asked. "She's busy in a meeting with a neighboring pack’s Alpha," I told them.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.