Austin The Hedgehog Novels & Stories

Austin said when we caught up to her. “How did you know about the flower?” Paige snapped. “I have really good hearing. I overheard you talking about it.” He replied with a shrug. “I didn’t know it was something important. I didn’t mean to make fun of you.” He said this as he drew her in for a hug. Paige pushed him away and said, “Don’t ever do that again.” “I won’t. I promise.” Austin said, “But in my defence, I thought you guys were messing with me about the whole ghost wolf thing.”

I turned back to the exam table. Austin was sitting up now, barely, propped against the wall. His hoodie had been stripped off, and someone had cut open the side of his jersey. His toned torso was bruised and starting to swell near the ribs. Dried blood streaked the side of his abdomen. I swallowed hard and grabbed a cloth, dipping it into the warm water bowl. I dabbed at the blood, trying not to notice how close I was standing. How warm his skin was. How hard his muscles were under my fingers.

The two walked forward in such a leisurely manner that nothing seemed suspicious. "Austin had a symbiote in him, and it's triggered to be released on purpose. Are you not involved in this?" She asked lowly.

And Alpha DOES NOT correct everyone's misconceptions about me. I hate all slaves, and every time I see them, I have to fight to control myself not to kill them. Austin also hates slaves. his left eye was blinded by a rogue attack. He will not hesitate to gouge out slaves' eyeballs whenever they do something wrong in front of him. He takes pleasure in revenge and tormenting the rogues. Usually he used a spoon to gouge out the eyeballs, and this was the first time I saw him use his fingers. He saw me and hooked his finger to let me pass. His expression was contemptuous as if he were summoning a dog.

Those are true and it's comforting to finally say them out loud. Austin isn't as immune to me as he pretends. Last night, I saw the outline of his stiff dick beneath his pants. I guess he isn't gay, because on some level he's attracted to me. He thinks he's the spider to my fly but he's wrong. I'm really the spider biding my time and waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce and devour my prey. He'll slip up and I'll have my chance.

She took a deep shuddering breath as the man walked past them, heading back to wherever he had been originally headed. She waited until she was certain Mr Higgs left before turning her attention back to Austin. She looked at his face, her fingers still gripping onto his clothes, and found it impossible not to stare at him. He had beautiful brown hair, wavy and thick like cotton candy. His features were sharp yet feminine at the same time - his long lashes and full lips, his high cheekbones.

On the giant screen, several henchmen knelt trembling before Austin. "Mr. Hood, we don't know where all those cops came from, but they snatched away all the brats," one said. The wine glass in Austin's hand shattered on the floor, his veins bulging at his temple. "You're all useless! Get out of my sight!" They scrambled away in terror, while Austin yanked me out of the cage and threw me to the ground. My clothes were disheveled, my body etched with wounds from relentless torment.

Austin goes rigid underneath my palm, with the next fist supposed to land on dad's face, now hanging up in the air and freezing like a statue. It works! Austin's body freezes and his head turns to me and that's when I finally get a look at his face, and I'm shocked. His eyes aren't the beautiful green eyes I'm used to, but pure black. His sharp canines are longer and sharper than a human's. He is in human form but looks like a dangerous animal who has no sense of reality. His predatory eyes focus on me, and in fear I swallow hard. And as I can hear footsteps getting closer, I then do something I've never expected.

"No, nah, nah. I saw it. It was so big and ugly. Austin had a strong but very kind voice. " Ms Hovsepian, I mean you. There is no roach here. Stay calm and get off your ass. Sara, however, just buried her fingers deeper into his neck and clung to him tighter. “NO NO! You till get that bugger off the premises, and THEN I’LL walk. Austin had long suffered the misery. "Ms. Hovsepian, there is no cockroach," he added while shouting more and more.

We’d been here two days now, moving only under the deepest cover of night, Austin vanishing for hours at a time to meet with his contacts or, as he vaguely put it, ‘rearrange some of Henry’s furniture’ I knew that meant something far more sinister. “You’re thinking too loud, Freckles,” Austin’s voice rumbled from the shadows near the cave entrance. He’d been gone most of the previous night, and the faint, metallic scent of old blood clung to him, quickly masked by the earthy smell of the cave. He never elaborated on where he went or what he did, and I never asked. Our bargain was clear : he handled the overt destruction; I handled the subtle infiltration. “Just wondering when the other shoe