B Madron Novels & Stories

My name is Erica Mareen, I was born into the moonwalk pack. I am the only child of my parents, the alpha and the Luna of this pack. I grew up not knowing who my mother was because according to my father she lost her life trying to give birth to me as a pup. My father has been really sad after losing my mom, it shows on his face all the time. Losing a mate can be very drastic and it takes only the strongest wolves to overcome such tragedy.

Madelaine Yeah, I’m sure he said that before but I still got strangled. I tightened my fingers around the knife, feeling that overwhelmness again. I dropped my head, my other hand crawling up to feel my throat. My lungs felt tighter, my eyes blurry. “Maddy it’s a panic attack, breathe… nothing is coming to get you, you are not scared just breathe… Maddy, 1, 2 breathe…” My sponsor’s and my mom’s voices overlapped each other in my head.

The thought is very appealing, but I am sure both Maddie and Clara are going to give me hell if I actually follow through with that plan. On the platform I wait until everyone is quiet and looking at me and Maddie. Then I clear my throat and smile. “Thank you everyone for attending my 25th birthday party, even though this night has not formed as we thought when we planned this. It fell out even better, because tonight I have the pleasure to introduce to you my amazing beautiful mate and my pack's future Luna Maddison Nox.” I bring Maddie forward, and she makes a small shy wave when people start clapping. I could not be more proud, and everytime I think this she does something that proves me

to look up. She kept her face tilted low so no one could see the red and blotchy mess she assumed her face was. She felt like all she'd done was cry lately. "Can I sit?" It was Madron, a gentleness to his voice. Cooper shrugged as if to say, "whatever" without having to speak. Madron sat down beside her on the edge of the rock. She did not move to accommodate him and kept her face turned away. Cooper was hoping that he would get the hint and leave her be, leave her to cry in solitude. Madron dug one heel of his black leather boot into the moss on the edge of the rock to stabilize himself and he leaned forward, his one arm resting on his raised knee, his other arm bent to support his chin. H

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha

The armored vehicle was drowned out by tens of thousands of zombies. The monsters were squeezing and crashing against the defensive layers. The concussion grenade incessantly let off maddening noises, causing the zombies to be in a constant state of frenzy. The safe and wide space in the vehicle was now hell on earth. Jasmine covered her ears. She shouted hysterically, her body tumbling alongside the violently shaking vehicle, "Jason, you absolute b*stard! Turn this bloody thing off!" Her exquisite makeup was ruined and twisted by sweat and fear.

I kept his eyes off my mind, refusing to look at the man’s face, refusing to let him see the cold, hard rage hiding behind Luna’s mask. Outside, Mateo walked calmly into the main floor of Club Máscara. He had driven his Audi sports coupe through the narrow streets of Madrid, but his demeanor remained entirely composed. He hadn't bothered to put on the velvet mask provided at the entrance. He walked in with his bare face exposed, his sharp jawline relaxed, and his dark eyes observing the room with a quiet, patient focus.

Before I could turn towards his direction, the voice of the lady I now know her name to be Matilda, suddenly interrupted me. "Oh dear, my apologies." She said sweetly, stepping forward. "Didn't realize I was making you uncomfortable." I could now clearly see her face as she turned directly to me. She was pretty, like, badass pretty. Her loose black cargo pants hung low on her hips, chains clinking with every movement. A cropped band tee clung to her, showing the glint of a silver bar through her navel. Her blonde hair was messy, choppy cut — on purpose — and her ears was lined with tiny hoops and spikes climbing all the way up to the cartilage. Her tats crawled along her bare arms, disappear

she said, her voice soothing yet filled with an air of mystery. We took our seats around a small, round table draped in a deep purple cloth. Madame Zara began by reading our palms, her fingers tracing the lines with practiced precision. When she reached me, she paused, her expression turning serious. "Are you facing some financial trouble?" she asked. I nodded my head, feeling a chill run down my spine. "And so you have decided to participate in some event to earn money to solve it, right?" Madame Zara continued. I nodded again, my heart pounding.

“Saturday. I’ll make the arrangements.” “Perfect,” Mason said. “And Alex, don’t let this eat at you. Ricardo thrives on fear. Stay focused.” “I’ll try,” I replied. As the call ended, I sat in the silence again, my thoughts still racing. Michael’s reassurance and Mason’s confidence gave me a sliver of hope, but the worry remained. Ricardo was a storm brewing on the horizon, and I didn’t know how hard he’d hit when he finally struck. When I finally climbed into bed, Brie was already asleep. Her breathing was slow and even, her body curled up beneath the covers. She looked so peaceful, completely unaware of the storm brewing outside our world.