Bastian Chapter 37 Novels & Stories

His girlfriend, or at least a girl he’s been having sex with, confronts him about being pregnant, and now he unintentionally led a hunter into his best friend’s pack. “Beta John. Beta Sarael.” Colby greeted, pushing from where he was standing. He bowed respectfully, pushing back his black hair as he stood up with a smile. “On behalf of my brother’s mate, thank you for saving her brothers.” he bowed his head again to Sarael. Sarael raised an eyebrow glancing at me for answers.

Sebastian POV I drag her into the basement of a small abandoned warehouse, surprisingly she has stopped rebelling and is looking around like a frightened child. Its dark, damp and dirty, I know she is going to struggle to hold the fort for the night, which is exactly why I have brought her here. I'm not going to physically punish her, she wanted some time off, she called it retail therapy. Well I'm going to offer her a therapy she will learn from for life. As I drag her to the middle of the basement I can sense the fright, she is trembling and shaking. Suddenly she wounds her arm into mine and with both arms she is holding on to my bicep with all her strength. She is more than frightened now

“My place is beside my Alpha, Xavier but I would stay with you tonight if that is what you want. Go back home, Bastian. Tell them that I am bargaining with the witch. I would be back within a fortnight.” “Are you out of your mind?” Sebastian screamed. “I should tell them that you are bargaining with a witch? Xavier could have my head on a spike for that! What would I tell him is the reason I’m alive and you have been captured by a witch?” “Xavier would never do that,” Jimin said. “And more over, he is your brother now isn’t he? Go back home Bastian. It would be worse if all the rest are dead. Let me handle Calisté myself. I promise you I would be back.”

But this is her best shot. Sneaking to the window of the main warehouse and hiding under it, Scar looks through the glass as stealth as she can, only to freeze when she sees clear of the inside of the room-- Sebastian is in the center of the room, surrounded by four men. His hand holding a baseball bat is bleeding. Blood dripping from his frim wrist. Panting heavily, the man is under extreme pain and stress, but his hand is not shaking. The bat is like his sword, marking out a death circle that alarms his opponents.

I closed my eyes and let the memory play out. Seven years ago. The chaos after the clan banquet. A rival clan slipped a hallucinogen into Bastian's drink, sending him into a blood-frenzy. I found him in the storage room, curled up on the floor in agony. "Bastian?" I stepped closer carefully. He looked up. I had never seen him look so unhinged. "Get away..." he grunted, fighting through the pain. "I can't control it..." But I didn't leave. I cut my wrist, letting the scent of my blood soothe his nerves.

Upon questioning him, he offered an apology for his conduct. He explained that his emotions control his powers. Suddenly, I found myself reaching for his hand and kissing him—a kiss filled with power, passion, urgency, hunger, and solace, all in one gesture. After the intense kiss, Anthony smiled, suggesting we could continue later, and all I could do was blush. Gazing up at him, butterflies fluttered in my stomach. He took my hand, kissed it, and urged me to walk with him. As we resumed walking, smoke began to fill the hallway. We started coughing uncontrollably; feeling lightheaded, I decided to use my banshee abilities before passing out. With a deep breath, I unleashed a powerful scream.

When he said the goddess was giving me a second chance, I thought it would involve getting accepted and starting a new life. The reverse is the case now; I have seen hell in the last two months. I can't feel my body, and Amaya seems to have frozen inside me. "Amaya," I called out in a whisper. "Amaya!" No response. Nodding my head, I got up on my feet. I have had enough of this; I will end it now. My eyes glanced around the room; there wasn't much to make use of. Then I remembered the wolfsbane I had intended to use on Alexa a while back. It's probably still in my old room if it hasn't been cleared out. I would be most delighted to get the poison and stop this torment of a life.

"Remember Caroline, Omegas aren't as weak as they appear so don't use threats or force. The best way to approach her is with sympathy ... so make yourself look pathetic to earn that Omega's sympathy." My body froze for a second then I nodded again at him after he pulled himself away. Balthazar looked at me with a serious face then tilted his head towards the suite door. "Then you better leave now." Vincent who heard Balthazar's whisper finally fell silent. Even though he still looked unsure but at least this time he didn't protest anymore. "We'd better go back now too, Dante," Balthazar called to Vincent then he walked first down the hall towards the elevator. The three werewolves standing g

I could feel their breath on my neck, feel the sharp edges of their fangs pressing closer, and just when I thought it was over— There was a loud crash, it happened like a blur, extremely fast that I thought I was hallucinating. The act came with snarl, storming in with darkness and rage. The boys flew back as if torn by an invisible force and their bodies slammed against the bookshelves with a sickening thud. It made the girls shriek as they scrambled away like hunted animals while the air turned frigid and thick with something ancient and powerful. And then, I saw them. My Psycho Stepbrothers, Cassian, Caius, Dante and Elias

“You need to be more careful. Drivers in this territory don’t watch the road like they should. Close your eyes.” I did as she asked. The cream felt like ice against my skin, dulling the sharp throb in my skull. For a second, I actually felt like I could breathe. The peace lasted about five seconds. The door didn’t just open, it slammed against the stopper with a crack that sounded like a gunshot. Beatrice jumped, her hand shaking so hard she almost smeared the salve into my eye. Barnabas stood in the doorway. He looked like he had run all the way here, his hair messy and his eyes dark with something I couldn't quite name. He didn't look at the healer. He didn't look at the room. He just look