Arena Sf Novels & Stories

I heard Karysn call out my name as the door clicked closed behind her. I wiped the tears from my face to prevent her from seeing me but as I began wiping the evidence she walked through the bedroom door. "What happened? Did he cancel the date?" She looked confused when she saw me and sat down beside me. I tried to regain my composure before speaking but felt another wave of tears begin to rise. "Bryce called me," I told her quietly. "What? Why would he call you?" You could see the confusion all over her face. She was quietly contemplating her questions. "I don't know Karsyn. He called to tell me that he was back in town and wanted to catch up like we were old friends," I told her as the tear

“So, you figured it out. Maybe you’re not as dumb as you look.” I ignore his comment and shift back. “So, they contacted you about this place?” I ask instead. “Yeah. They said it’s bad. Looks like they weren’t exaggerating.” I turn back, and nod at the rim of the arena. “Four harpoon launchers.” “Actually, there are eight. I flew overhead for awhile taking it all in. I’m just here to get a better understanding of how they are running the place.” He turns and looks at me. “You and your pack should sit this one out.”

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.

Behind her are Seyla, Rowan, and… Luca. Oh Gods. Kill me now. Every single one of them comes to a stop. Seyla’s eyes immediately lock onto my face. Rowan’s eyes immediately lock onto Callan. Luca’s eyes lock onto Callan. And ten feet behind Callan, whom I didn’t even notice before during my spiral, Fenrir. The massive direwolf stands several feet behind his bonded, black eyes silently watching. I swear the beast is the size of a horse. Silence falls. Then Rowan breaks it.

ASIO HEADQUARTERS – CANBERRA – 7:45 A.M. Jack’s silver Porsche 911 slipped into the ramp’s shadow and glided down, engine note flattening to a feline purr. Overhead, a slate-blue sky brightened by slow degrees; the hills beyond the lake wore a gauze of mist that made the capital look like a model city under a glass dome.

aura answered and ran off, Bigfoot was not one to mess with and she didn’t want to drag anyone into her mess. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Her door was ajar when she entered and her heart skipped a beat seeing he was not the only one sitting on her sofa, some of his men were with him and they looked angry. “Bigfoot” she called slowly as she entered, the aura flowing from him was very dangerous and she was really scared. “Aura, finally you are here” Bigfoot replied and stood up from where he was sitting before advancing towards her, “I thought that rich boyfriend of yours would interfere just like he did the last time “ he mocked as he puffed smoke out of his mouth.

He answered. Skye looked at him. Reyan stopped at the foot of a mountain. Skye’s eyes went wide when he saw what was on the top of a mountain. "Yep. This is a shrine." Reyan said and climbed the stairs. Skye saw an arc on top of the slope. It is red and wooden. "A shrine..." he muttered as he followed him. "Could this be the altar where Hail...?" he muttered as he looked around. Everything is covered in fog.

I told him, looking into his face. "I know, and my resting heart rate is like twenty beats per minute." He joked. Always a joke. "I want to see where this goes. I like you Lex, a lot. I always have." I nodded, my mouth bone dry. "It won't affect anything at work, if we completely crash and burn and I break your heart," he smirked, moving from my slap against his chest. "We will still be the best SFO team, that's a no brainer." "You promise?" I whispered. Leon wrapped his arms around my back, pushing me forward. My head came to his, him gently kissing my lips.

ACE "I'm going to kill him," I seethed, pacing the length of Gunnar's office at Astor Architecture. After I had driven Miranda home to get ready for her day, I came here. I should have stayed with her. If I had stayed with her this wouldn't have happened, "no, I'm not going to kill him," I stopped pacing and glared out the floor to ceiling window that overlooked the city in all its beauty, "I'm going to cut his dick off, blend it and then make him drink it before slowly peeling his skin from his body."