Romans & histoires Ballora

She nearly rolled her eyes but stayed silent—she had no interest in looking anyway. "I'm sorry," the man rushed out, voice trembling. "I caught the scent of a human and didn't realise she was with you." Orion frowned. He hadn't masked his scent or pheromones, and yet this warrior had been unable to recognise him. That could only mean one thing: whatever Malcolm had injected him with was suppressing his scent. The question was, for how long? "What's your name, warrior?" he asked, voice hard. The Lycan shifted uneasily on his feet. "My name is Vega, Alpha."

"I need to know." I gave each word deliberate weight. Lorenzo laughed. "Isabella, that's you," he said gently. "The cross mark is a natural flaw in the marble. It looks exactly like the injury you had as a child. You may not remember, but I remember it clearly." His tone was persuasive, almost sincere, but I knew my own body. I had never injured my ankle like that. He stepped closer and reached for my cheek. I recoiled before I could stop myself.

“I’m more of a woman on the edge and that’s a very dangerous place for you” Petrof looked like a trapped animal. His eyes darted around the room and Nova opened her other hand and out bloomed a second fireball. I would say that was the exact second Petrof though OH fuck, I give up, judging by the look in his eyes at that moment.

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

And I returned. A small noise tugged me back to the present—a kitten-soft sigh from the cradle. I peered over the edge and found our little Luna awake, staring up with amber eyes gone wide and wondering. She didn’t cry. She stared, and then her mouth shaped the ghost of a smile that would undo kingdoms when she was grown. “You’re trouble,” I murmured, heart a chaotic, grateful drum. Balor stirred, lifting his head, sleep-rough and beautiful, the lamplight turning his hair to a halo. He blinked at his daughter and then at me, something raw and holy lighting his face. “She has your mouth,” he said, hoarse.

But I pushed the thought aside, telling myself I was just being paranoid. Just then, a teacher walked into the room, pushing a very round, glowing white ball to the center of the room. The ball was about the size of a large beach ball, and it pulsed with a soft, ethereal light. Several computers were plugged into the ball, their screens glowing with a faint blue light. The teacher, a tall, slender woman with long silver hair, smiled at us as she began to explain the purpose of the ball. "Welcome, students. This is the Luna Sphere, a device that will help us determine your rank and wolf type. It's quite simple, really. All you have to do is place your hand on the sphere, and it will detect yo

Nova *TW: Description of a person burning alive and, you know the battle* The smell wafting out from Balor was sickening and it was disturbing to watch. It was like he was burning alive, but there were no visible flames. There was the flicker of air around him like the heat around a burning fire and the heat coming off them was uncomfortable. Bile was rising up in her throat and she was forced to step away and empty her stomach from the little food she’d just had at the end of the stage. No one even seemed to notice her stepping away from the couple and throwing up her food.

she paused, her tongue flicking briefly across her lower lip, "...more aware." I stiffened, my fingers curling tightly around my coffee mug. "I'm sorry to disappoint," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. Lena chuckled, the sound like velvet but somehow cold. "Oh, I wouldn't say I'm disappointed. Just... intrigued." She leaned closer, her scent washing over me—something expensive and floral, but with an underlying sharpness that made my nose wrinkle. "An omega who doesn't know she's an omega. It's fascinating, really."

The appearance of this object made everyone even more curious. “This game is called 'Dare, Drink or Dance,' and I am the creator of the game,” Karl proudly announced while continuing to smile at everyone. “The rules are very simple. This ball in my hand is actually a special ball and is called 'The Ghost Ball.' I will be the first person to hold this ball, but then I will pass it to the person next to me before the person next to me continues to hand the ball to the person next to them. The ball will continue to move from one hand to another until the ghost appears, and the person chosen by the ghost must choose between ‘Dare, Drink, or Dance.’ Can everyone understand the rules?”

Was what he got in response and Alec walked away to the bar. Malakai looked in the direction Alec was going and saw Eden. His jaw dropping. Eden looked like a whole 5 star meal, she was leaning on the bar with Astrid beside her looking bubbly as ever. Malakai wondered if Eden knew how much of a psychopath Astrid was.