Aztec Novels & Stories

The pain in my chest was already at the maximum with worry about our pups, but to know that some women and children perished only made this nightmare truly horrific. Still, I had to choke all this down because Phoenix was a killing machine that no one could get close to. I wouldn’t let anyone get close to her. This was the retribution she needed and then we’d deal with this ‘Eden.’ I watched with bated breath to witness this piece of shit be sent to hell.

My new pack members bow their heads, showing their necks in submission. With no time to waste, I run towards the next territory, Pinefort. Their land is near the harbour. There are merchants all around their city selling goods, potions, and food to the outlanders parking their boats and ships. As I make my way to the pack house, I shift into my human form and disguise myself as a merchant. Alpha Nate is there counting bags of money they’ve taken from outlanders. The merchants sell goods while some of the pack members steal from the outlanders under the order of Alpha Nate. The moment I remove my disguise, Alpha Nate is not pleased to see me and foolishly attacks me before I can even make him

she whimpered, speaking in a tiny voice as she continued trembling in fear. I forced my feet to move away from her, struggling to rein in my beast. Aztec only saw red when it came to that man. The man who was responsible for so much suffering. And his father killed my mother and tortured my youngest brother. “HOW DO YOU KNOW HIM?” I growled, clenching my fists and taking deep breaths while Akela was busy trying to calm down Aztec.

With Chike, everything was different, it was smooth, beautiful and fast, too fast, even, and perhaps that was why our beautiful story ended too fast as well. Chike was the medicine, the drug I took that cured me from the illness Alexander caused me, but if the only drug that could cure a disease was making it worse how was the patient going to survive? How would I survive? Finding another Chike wasn't going to help, in fact there wasn't anyone who could do it the way Chike Eze did it.

“Says the guy who has his girl’s name tattooed across his heart.” “Hey!” Theo points toward Brock. “I’m not the only one, have you seen Brock’s tat on his ribs lately?” Jax’s eyes fly wide as his head snaps toward Brock. “You didn’t…” Brock leans back, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Damn right I did.” He grabs for the hem of his shirt, yanking it up to reveal a tattoo inked on his side. It’s a detailed piece with a forest treeline and a wolf howling to the moon, and sure as shit, running through the middle of it is his mate’s name: Astrid. The forest design and the letter A look a little faded, but the rest of Astrid’s name is a shade darker, like it’s a fresh addition.

Hippophorbas went wide-eyed and tried to scramble back. I swung the ax to block him, leaving him only the option to go down a dead-end path. I held back a smile at the irony and predictability. For being from the patron city of the Goddess Athena, goddess of war and knowledge, this twerp isn't very smart or combat-ready. I followed him into the darkened path, ax-grinding along the ground for dramatic effect. I found him quivering in fear against the stone wall. "P...please…please don't kill me…" he stammered. I grunted and swung the ax removing his head. "That's a no." I muttered, heaving his corpse over one shoulder. Lifting my ax in one hand, I grabbed his head with the other and returned

Ash gladly said. Ash re-started the engine and sped away, bringing himself and Leona to their intended destination in the blink of an eye. The lush hills were distant from Moonwood City's heart, on the border between Westwood, where the Argent Family had lived for numerous years, and North Windwood, the city known as the werewolves' royal capital. *** The grassy expanse just at the top of one of the little hills there was where Ash and Leona chose to lie down. After an hour of riding his motorcycle, Ash appeared exhausted.

Alessiano was a damn fool for sticking to tradition when it came to his father’s view on the way respect was earned and upheld. Marcelo came from the old country to the US to meet his future wife in one of the first united meetings between the Italian mod, Irish, Russians and the Americans. Donatella had just turned sixteen when she attended her first gathering, a mutt among pure blooded Italian men and women. Donatella had been the product of a fling my father had after my mother passed away unexpectedly. Salame Gonzalez Russo, heiress to the Mexican cartel, only daughter of one of the FBIs most wanted and world wide dealer in skin. She had given my father the one thing my mama wasn’t able

“Stop acting all naïve princess, Bigfoot assured me of a pleasurable night after my meeting and I can say he really delivered seeing how pretty you look “ the smile on his lips was so creepy and aurora felt like puking. “You are actually mistaken sir, he only asked me to be your interpreter “ She was still talking when Jules began to use his hands to caress her bare skin and she abruptly stood up before moving away. “I am sorry sir but I have to leave” saying that she grabbed her bag and tried to run out but a hand held her from behind and yanked her closer to him and she yelled in pain.

Then, standing with her hands over the ashes, she starts her chant. - Cande cineres Maiorum meorum, qui laesi mortui sunt, surge et fac angelum dubitare. fac Angelum nuntiare avunculo iter per hebdomadam morari. (Latin translation - White ashes of my ancestors, who died wronged, rise and make Angel doubt. Make Angel tell his uncle to delay the trip for a week.) The ashes slowly turn into steam, which rises and passes under the door. Traveling the distance between the rooms, it enters under the door, where Angel rests from the new attempt on his life.