Bardocks Mga Nobela at Kwento

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

“What’s so funny, guys?” They look at me in complete shock, and I just shake my head, still not understanding. Finally Josh answers, “Jean-Claude… Van Damme… Van-douche…” I blink at him, still not understanding. “Really? Nothing?” I look around at everyone and now even Greta has a small uptick of her lips into a smile. “Okay, what am I missing?” “Bloodsport, Cyborg, Kickboxer, Universal Soldier? Any of those ring a bell?”

He barked. “My permission is the only one you need now.” I mocked. “Start moving!” I barked back. He started walking without arguing back. So fast I could barely keep up. “Wait! Wait up.” I yelled. “Wait for me!” He slowed down, giving me a chance to catch up to him. He was right at the entrance of the forest which wasn’t far from our cottage. “Don’t ever, ever, command me like that again.” He said. His black-red eyes are more red than black now.

“He sold drugs to teenagers and was also involved in a series of kidnappings. And his boss gave us this address. Todd wants his money, and I want your boss’s head on a stake.” Bold. I have to give it to Serena. If I didn’t have Jared, Seth and Clint behind us, I would think twice before poking these bikers. Flabbergasted, everyone inside waited for someone to make a move on Serena. It was the bartender who chuckled. His laughter was pure glee and excitement. He grabbed the shotgun and rounded the bar counter, cocking it. “Ah… you must be the she wolf.” Serena tipped her head a little to the side. I didn't see her face, but I could hear the smirk in her voice. “You’re in charge.”

Drake growled. Suddenly, his eyes turned red; he was fuming mad as he transformed. He runs towards the rouge, who transforms into a werewolf and mercilessly scratches his back. He wasn’t contented; he attacked the rouge, and then Drake beheaded the rouge until it transformed into a human, lying on the ground, lifeless. They fought the other rouge and howled angrily. “That’s for poisoning my stray!” Drake gritted his teeth as he beheaded them all. Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha.

Cherie says, in a small voice and Uncle Kon quirks up an eyebrow. “You’re a timid little thing, but there’s Beta blood in you; I can tell,” he says. “Are you a warrior?” “She’s an MMA fighter and knocked me the fuck out when we met,” I say. Uncle Kon blinks at this, then he looks at me and back at Cherie before bursting out with laughter. Yeah, normal guys would be embarrassed for getting KO’d like I did at the hand of this little mouse. But not me; I’m proud as fuck that she held her own and knocked me out while Haze was in control.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

The Southian Warrior was startled and shook his head. "Because we're like dragons and falcons, not worms like all of you! I may be a rookie in Dramon's martial arts community, but I can beat you with just one hand!" Zane actually put one hand behind his back, looking as if he didn't think anything of his opponent at all. The Southian Warrior was stunned for a second before bursting into laughter. He wasn't angry at all. "What a joke!" He sneered. "If that Ballard guy had said it, I would have believed it completely. But you…"

I made a disgusted face. "Eww, does this turn you on?" I asked sarcastically while he just grinned shamelessly. "Okay, let's make you happy then," I said as I walked towards the weapons. I pulled out a big electric stick and approached him with a smirk, making him nervous. I went behind him. "You're gonna love this," I whispered in his ear. I forcefully inserted the stick into his asshole and he screamed at the top of his lungs. I plugged it in and turned on the switch, the stick buzzing with power.

Most parents wanted to talk about their kids but Lily’s dad seemed not to want to talk to her at all. Just when she was losing hope of seeing him, the sound of a motorcycle shook the building. She watched the man getting off the huge black Harley looked like something from a bad dream. He was tall and wide, he walked with a lot of confidence, his dark hair was pulled back, and even from far away, she could see the tattoos on his arms like sleeves. "Are you the teacher?" His voice was rough as he approached which made her want to step back. "Ms. Vance," she said. She put her hand out with a fake smile. "Thank you for coming, Mr. Miller. Please, have a seat."