Aw Man Novels & Stories

I wasn't in the mood, so I didn't eat well, my original purpose was to attract the attention of those predatory wolves. And, it worked, but disappointingly I don't realize where the other person is, I can only feel a strong energy around here, not only that but more. Normally, just someone looking at you from behind, that feeling, you know. What makes me more certain is the “MANA” which especially happens to werewolves who frequently abuse magic. Quite similar to Arina, she also occasionally overflows with MANA, the difference here is the illness. Arina has no control over it,, and usually, she will fall asleep for more than a few weeks.

, as if it was nothing to be concerned about. I see a tall man, his eyes wide with fright yet his fists balled as if poised to fight. He looks exhausted with dark rings under his eyes. His hair is short but messy as if he’d just woke up. His long, but nicely trimmed beard match his chestnut coloured hair. The fact that he had those dark rings under his eyes and his hair was messy, did not distract from the fact that he is a very attractive man. With a nice defined jaw and dark eyes. Wide shoulders with muscular arms, not like a body builder, but that of a worker, a hard working man. He looks like he could chop wood all day.

The human version of Hulk as the announcer had called him. He stared at me with bloodshot eyes, like a predator ready to devour its prey. He had eliminated four men before me. I was the last guy on the list since my entry came late. I hadn't planned on going to fight but after Kris shut me out, I needed to take my anger out on something or particularly someone. I'd never been good with anger management. When vexed, someone dies. It's how I'd been trained. The bell went off signalling for the fight to start. Hulk charged at me and a smile broke out of my face.

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.

I froze. A man stood by the edge of the trees, lighting a cigarette with steady hands. Smoke curled around him like a crown of shadows. He looked like sin in a suit, dark, dangerous, and maddeningly composed. His eyes didn’t flinch, didn’t waver. He didn’t even seem to care that I was on the verge of collapsing, yelling, or trying to escape. He was watching me like I was a mildly interesting movie he didn’t pay to see. He was watching like he was actually enjoying it!

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

Not Carter’s heavy knock. This was… careful. Calculated. “Come in,” I said, already tensing. My wolf stirred and I frowned as I stared at the door, watching as it opened. The man who walked in was unfamiliar in the sense that I didn’t know him, and yet… something about him struck a chord. Tall, sharply built, with piercing gray eyes that could cut right through armor. There was something ancient about him. Something regal. And dangerous. “Need I help you?”

These bastards had come here for Avery wanting to bring her back to whatever hell she had escaped from and I'd be a dead wolf before I let that happened. By the time we had completely annihilate the rogues blood is dripping from my mouth and claws, my fur is soaked in the red substance and my eyes are completely black, my thirst for blood getting the best of me. "Damn i don't even wanna see how you look when you shift back" someone says Looking up i see Alvin one of the top warriors of our pack looking at me with an amused grin on his face. "I completely forgot why they called him la bestia, i remember clearly now though" Lucas another one of our warriors who is one year younger than me says

Then, he replied softly, “Indeed. I thought I was the only one left. I didn’t expect my Divine Sense to not detect you. You waited until Wotan left because you’re afraid the two of us would join forces against you, right?” “Wotan is freakishly strong. He is number ten on the Gold Ranking of the Chaos Ranking. After entering the Acmean Rank, his strength must’ve improved tremendously, surpassing other powerhouses at the Permanence Acme Rank. I don’t think I could win against the both of you.” The man parted his lips and explained relaxedly. It was evident he did not take James seriously. James looked at him and asked, “What race are you?” The man laughed and said, “Haha! It doesn’t matter If

Andrius was the main reason his son became an invalid at home! Now when presented with the chance of taking revenge and killing the main culprit, he would never miss it. “Mr. Stormbrew, I’ll make the necessary arrangements now.” Then, Wayman signaled his secretary with a glance. The secretary left for a while and came back with a buff man who was at least two meters tall with bulging muscles that were impactful to one’s eyes. His exposed arms and neck were covered with countless scars from stab wounds, gunshots wounds, and incarceration. The most terrifying one was the long scar from his nose to the right jaw. It was terrifying to even glance at it. It was unimaginable what he must have gone