Author Root Novels & Stories

confirmed Paul looking at her with worry eyes “he is the owner of the company and promoter of the campaign that you will develop… Are you okay?” “Shit.” said the lady who was next to the woman that suddenly made me go from excitement to anger in just a few seconds. “But...” she licked her lips in a nervous gesture without taking her eyes off me “in the signed contract it said that we would work with a certain Matthew Adams, not with...”

In one of the buds, a tiny almost invisible marking was made in black A small cursive ‘K’ My stomach dropped. NO. To be continued.......

The shock from whatever was still evident on his face. “Hmm,” my head nodded. “Where did you copy this from?” “Copy?” My finger scratched the back of my head as I stared at him. How did he easily find out it was copied? It took Daisy hours snuffing the internet just for this. And when she finally saw this perfect one, she had to duplicate two for us. “What’s your name?” The CEO interrupted my thoughts. “Eira Rowan.” “And you?” His eyes darted in the direction of Daisy.

His body shimmered and began to shift. The transformation was both terrifying and beautiful. Bones cracked, muscles stretched, and thick fur—deep obsidian with streaks of silver—rippled across his growing frame. In seconds, the man was gone, replaced by the majestic beast that was his wolf, Ravik. Massive and regal, Ravik stood taller than any other werewolf on the field. His glowing golden eyes shone with a fierce determination, and his presence radiated raw, unyielding power. He didn’t wait. With a snarl that echoed across the shore, he sprinted through the rift. The crack sealed behind him the moment his hind legs crossed the line.

“In the case of this mystery Friend VR I think his disconnect is easily solvable then. I think a therapy designed to realign he and his wolf, where he discusses and accepts the behaviour that led to the witches’ actions. I think all that young man and his wolf needs is to be more self-aware and discover personal responsibility. I have a friend, Joanna Ridell, she is a psychologist and she specialises in humanistic therapy which is exactly what he needs. She lives in the Kingdom near the shopping district. I can arrange for a meeting for the two of them. How does that sound. Would VR find that acceptable?”

I look at him from head to toe and somehow, I can feel that I saw him before, I just can't remember when and where was it. While thinking deep he then turn around and smiled at me. "I am Markus Alurious, Alpha of the rogues." He said. Shit!!! This is really a big shit!!!!

Cheryl said loudly as she looked around her. “Not guilty,” Alpha Ramirez stated calmly. “Alpha Ramirez, you are the head Alpha of Brazil and you’ve attended countless meetings with me and Alpha Sinclair as council members, you are aware of our abilities. I warn you now to speak the truth,” Alex said to him. “Alpha Ramirez, did you kill Jane Cooke?” I asked him. “I did not,” he said and his pulse remained steady as I listened to it. “Cheryl Ramirez, did you kill Jane Cooke?” I asked her.

Evander Vasileon was the first Alpha King who sat in the Moonlight Throne, uniting the three other thrones from different areas of the wilding forest, and from there, the Vasileon’s lineage started to rule… not until the moon’s rage. “Do you understand the words written in that book?” My mind already had its focus on this book when suddenly a voice boomed behind my back. A man unfamiliar to me stood tall with a smug smile on his face. I have no idea who this man is, but one thing is for sure, he is not a normal werewolf but a high one, his clothes could vouch for that. Now, I fully couldn't go back on reading so I folded the book and stood.

He has to come back with us so we can keep him safe. “From this moment on, I renounce my title as Alpha. I surrender my claim to this pack, its lands, and its throne. I walk away by my own will. Let the souls of my lost ones leave this land and have peace. I am Alpha no more.” Alpha Tate had just renounced his title as an Alpha and is now rogue. I didn’t have the time to stop him because I didn’t know that he was going to do that. I had no idea.

The beam caught the runes and pulled them apart into threads. Skin. Blood. Permission. Name. The words appeared around me without appearing on any screen. They hung in the cannon light like strips of wet paper peeled off a wall. ARIA BLACKWOOD. OMEGA. MATE: REJECTED. MATERNAL HOST: ACTIVE. ROOT ADMINISTRATOR: CONTESTED. ARCHITECT: VERIFIED. My stomach locked. Leo pulsed once, sharp enough to fold me around him. Hide, he said. It was not a voice. Not exactly. It was a pressure against the inside of my spine, a small hand pushing from the wrong side of the world.