Anime Rockstar Novels & Stories

This call is too important to get distracted. The phone crackles, and I hear the familiar voice of my older brother, Nero, come through. “Orion, Arkyn, you there?” “Yeah, we’re here,” I say, my voice a little rougher than I’d like. Arkyn nods silently next to me, his sharp gaze flicking between the phone and the door, always alert, always ready. “Good. Aeron’s with me,” Nero continues, and I can hear a faint rustle as Aeron presumably shifts closer to the phone on their end. “Let’s get started.”

I use a cane to support myself now. The way he looks at me makes me uncomfortable. It's like he recognizes me. - You are an alpha? – he asks, frowning. - I was one, long time ago, now I'm just an old man. I see the turbines turning in Angel's head. I had to act fast. - What is your name?- he asks, and I sigh. I want to do this away from here, but he has already identified me. - My name is Jack. Angel gets up as if he had springs in the ass, and pointing his finger at me, he says:

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

He was determined to kill every single rogue that come his way, and nothing was going to stop him, or so he thought. She's stunning. She's a solitary rogue. She has only one goal in life: to survive. She has no plans to find her mate. She simply wishes to mourn her pack's genocide for the rest of her life. Alena King is her name. What happens when the moon goddess decides to play sick games by mating Alena and Nathan? The same Alpha that is responsible for the death of her parents, sibling and every other member of her former pack. Fate truly has a twisted sense of humor.

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

Let's go. Coming to the front hall, Carra found that besides lord Livingstone, Angela and Audrey were also there, as well as a tall, medium built man in purple clothes who was drinking wine. His glowing white eyes were sign of his Lycan heritage. Presumably this was Algernon, the only surviving son of the second son of the previous king. Carra glanced at him secretly. He was with handsome features and extraordinary bearing. After all, he was a Lycan and member of the royal family. Yet, there was something about him not appealing to her.

In the back of my mind, I know my mom's right. I'm in love with the boy who captures my anxiety and throws it out the window. I'm in love with the boy who paints my smile and colors my cheeks. I'm in love with the boy who wipes my tears and holds me close. I'm in love with the boy who doesn't try to fix me, the boy who understands. I'm in love with the boy whose name is Declan Anderson, the boy who is my rock. And what if he doesn't feel the same way?

When he sits up, panting with the effort of his shift, I gasp, and I’m not the only one. Iniko looks nothing like the small man he was in his first life. Now, he looks large and muscular, someone who could rival Ancalagon in size and strength. I watch as Iniko closes his eyes and takes a deep breath of air, then he looks right at me. “Mate!” I turn and look behind me, certain he’s looking at someone else. Everyone behind me is staring at me. Holy shit! Iniko just called me his mate.

And then there were the mavericks like Colton Lyon, in as much as they can be anyone else like Colt, who, are just natural born bad -asses. Mancini had alluded to something like this in that first meet back at Colt's place over the holidays, but we'd been so focused on The Fox that we'd let the rest of it slip by us. Maybe we should revisit that shit and get ahead of it before they get the drop on us.