Awakened Outlaw Novels & Stories

And indeed when I checked the key was sitting there on his desk. I was almost to the door when I paused. I would need money if I wanted to survive out there. I couldn't go back to Rowan's pack. I just… couldn't. So I would live like a rogue. With no home and no pack. I walked back to his desk and searched for anything valuable. I saw a few wristwatches that I could sell and picked them, putting them all in the bag. This was what life had turned me into, a thief. But I couldn't care at this point. Numbness was creeping in fast and I was welcoming it.

Rick Stetson rode very faraway from Redwood City, he couldn't bear being called a murderer, he felt so guilty for what he had done, so he moved to a very distant land where no one knew him, so he could start anew. He knew Iris loved him so much, and he loved her too, he wasn't always like that. But things changed when he was going through a lot. The real reason was that he lost a lot of money and this got him to do things he wasn't used to.

Still looking at her, I softly chime, “Katelyn is the difference this time. She is a healer. Her healing abilities have helped to speed my transformation along faster.” Our conversation is interrupted when her eyes flutter open. Oh, she is so cute. I can’t take my eyes off of her as she blinks a few times before she bolts upright in her chair. She still has her hand wrapped around mine as she chimes, “Wyatt! You’re awake!” A soft chuckle escapes my mouth as my eyes twinkle in delight. “Yes. I have just woken up a few minutes ago. I’ve been talking to Dr. Bright about what has happened.”

Shabby and pitiful and when they are finally held taught, my wall of wolves moves aside so I can get a better look. I dust myself down as our prisoners turn to human and it’s now I can see exactly who they are. They are the offspring of loyal followers to Juan. Sons of his close command and yet all there of them look broken and exhausted and not exactly cared for. Filthy in naked skin and have sunken eyes and weary faces that have seen better days. My Guard all turn to human form too and Radar pulls the closest one to him with force, holding him in a grip with arms folded across his back as he bears down on his spine with a knee. Holding him still with that grim expression of a pissed wolf a

appear in relation to the others. pale skin that hasn't been damaged by outdoor work yet. Long hair that is untangled, cleanly, and not matted. The clothes were soiled but not ragged. There was fresh flesh all over me. Not harmful. Unlike the seasoned outlaws surrounding me. A sneer twisted the woman's mouth. She said, "Welcome to your new home." Her tone resembled gravel mixed with a blender. "My name is Warden Cruz. You're issues are the reason you're here. But that will be fixed." I looked around the yard while she was speaking and outlining the guidelines and penalties. Solitary inmates and those in chain gangs passed by. Every one of them turned to face us. toward me. A few laughed. Ot

Of course, he would do that. He was an asshole and not even sex would change him. Besides, what’d I think would happen? That my vagina will magically change him? “Why are we even talking about my brother? The Outlaws are throwing a party tonight and you are coming with me! You haven’t lived in this town if you have not been to an outlaw party!” What the hell else do I have to lose? “Hell yeah! Let’s do it!” LATER THAT NIGHT The Outlaws were a special kind of wild. Their members were far more unruly than the Ryders. As soon as I stepped into their warehouse, the heavy smell of drugs knocked me off my feet. Weed, cocaine, alcohol, you name it was all over the place.

I reached up with trembling hands, feeling along the carved lower edge of the heavy wooden frame until my fingertips pressed against the hidden mechanical latch buried deep within the woodwork. With a quiet, metallic click, the heavy gilded frame swung outward on invisible brass hinges, exposing the dark, square alcove of the wall safe hidden directly behind the plaster. I wiped the hot tears quickly from my face with the back of my hand, taking a deep, shuddering breath as I smoothed my features into a mask of pure steel. There was no room for tears tonight. Tears were for the weakling daughter my father thought he had raised. Tears were for the fragile girl Lurii laughed at in the universi

“We need to kill him now.” “No,” Annabel said, her voice steady but laced with urgency. “He’s not stalling. He’s activating something.” The rogue’s laughter grew louder, more unhinged. “You’re smarter than you look,” he said, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. “But it’s too late. The awakening has already begun.” A deafening crack split the air, and the ground beneath them heaved violently. Annabel stumbled, losing her grip on her blade as the rogue twisted free.

His steel-blue eyes instantly found me, verifying my safety in that single, territorial glance that always made my heart hammer against my ribs. "Miller is in the lower ward," Ruan said, his voice a low, vibrating growl as he walked to the console and leaned his heavy palms against the metal. "The antidote took. He’s weak, but he’s already mapping the secondary border trails the Bureau didn't put on the federal maps. He’s an outlaw now, Esmeray. And he’s hungry."

SINFUL AWAKENING Chapter 9: The Financial Picture The file arrived at six fifty-three on Friday morning. Jade was already at her kitchen table, hair unbound, wearing a shirt that belonged to Dominic because she had stayed again and her own clothes were folded on his bedroom chair, coffee cooling beside her laptop. She had been awake since five, running through the board meeting structure in her mind, mapping the angles, identifying the weaknesses in their position and the strengths they had not yet fully deployed.