Arlecchino Novels & Stories

"Ti chiamerò più tardi," He ends the call and walks back to me with a new smile. Lorenzo introduces himself properly. He is the alpha of the River Moon pack, a pack nearby and an ally to this one. They have the second-largest, strongest, and wealthiest pack after Lake Moon. "You look young, how old are you, bellissima?" he asks. bellissima? It means gorgeous. Heat creeps to my cheeks. "I turned eighteen," I answer. "So you're still in school,"

Gosh. I stepped into the second floor of this fast-food restaurant to meet this kind of alpha guy where he’s the one who always perky enough about this program. I really thought he will offer himself as the leader though. For the very first time of this meeting, I already dislike one of the members and I wonder is there any chance I dislike anyone else in the club. My eyes were catching each corner of this room, well, I don’t know his looks yet so I need to make sure I don’t greet the wrong person. My sight stopped to the guy wearing a denim jacket, he looks tubby and his eyes never leave his cellphone. “Excuse me, I’m looking for someone from group 5 of the community service program. Are yo

called Archie with a high intonation. He and Lyla managed to align themselves with the two Argent brothers. Loui gave a crooked smile, returning Archie's uncharacteristically unfriendly greeting. "You know that Ash is the only Alpha who can lead all the werewolf clans throughout Moonwood? Did you give him your blood on purpose, and want to turn it into a Hybrid like me, huh?" said Archie. He didn't let Loui answer his questions step by step, one by one. Archie uttered all his lines in one breath, like a woman sulking at being bullied so badly. Chatty and a bit scary at the same time.

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

Arla smiled, he looked happy to be there. “Hi Marcel, long time no see,” Arla grinned at him and gave him a scratch behind his ear, causing him to wag his tail happily and nudge closer to her. “Are you ready?” came Alpha Lorenzo’s voice via mind-link. “I think so,” she replied nervously.

he suggested, but I was simply shaken. “How do you find a creature that may be dead?” I sarcastically inquired. “What do you mean?” He was taken aback by the question. "I stabbed her with my arrow head, which has a silver blade, and only a miracle can save her,” I say irritably as I pour wine into my cupboard. I stirred it by silently moving the glass and watching the liquid ripple in time with the movement of my hand. “Alpha, there's a woman here in the North border who claims to be carrying medicine that can cure you,”Alkane, my Omega, reported through our mind link.

The journey is long enough, and it gives Aranjo time to think about the Emperor, the Archer God. "Are you witnessing all this? Do you enjoy it and want to fuck me? One thing is for sure, we will do it when I return to the celestial realm and I will make you prostrate asking to be satisfied!" mumbled Aranjo, addressed to the Emperor of the celestial realm. The Archer God who was always watching Aranjo through the portal mirror, felt something tickling. The taste that had been so long gone had never even approached him, even God Archer was sure that the taste was already destroyed.

One of the men caught her staring at them and the corner of his mouth turned up into a crooked smile when their gaze met. Ann's body shivered in fear while her body heated up quickly, his gaze was wild and his brown eyes sparkled through the light.“You wanna make love honey?”. One of the men asked and when she didn't respond he said. “Too bad we don’t make love honey, WE FUCK!”. His deep voice growled when he uttered that statement. It turned out that the man who said that was Alaric Dario , the ruthless Italian mafia who shows no mercy.

He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing. “Lucky girl,” the announcer coughed out before calling the name on the parchment. “Princess Illyria of Alvannia.” My heart sank hearing my name from the announcer. Where is a little bad luck when you need it? I left the crowd and walked to meet Prince Deucalion. His lips curved into a cupid-bow smile as I approached him. “Haven’t seen you in one of these before,” Deucalion commented as the music began. I silently fitted his stretched hand in mine, not knowing what to say. “You’re a silent one too,” he added, resting his oth

He smiled at me, his voice deep and dominant, “You must be Princess Elora, the new intake.” “Y-Yes,” I nodded like a woodpecker. “Yes, sir.” He held up his smile, “Oh, please. The name's Alaric Greyhound.”