Block Tales Ao3 Novels & Stories

“Okay. Now, let’s talk about this Tyr and Fenrir thing. I admit, I’m not the expert in mythology here, but they never boned down, that I can recall. What’s the point of symbolically making them have a baby?” “Good point.” Hannah writes, “Not literal symbolism” as a bullet point under “Owen and Ella reproductive spell”. She uses blue, so we know it’s not a definitive answer. I love my best friend. There’s a knock at the door. Suddenly, any sense of ease we may have felt as we got lost in our brainstorming? It’s gone. Xiao unlatches her holster and moves to open the door. I’m fully expecting a werewolf to burst in and bite off my other hand, but it’s just Tara, standing in the hall with a gym

I feel myself blush just from thinking about him. ‘Do not tell him lies.’ A deep voice comes into my head through the mindlink. I snap my gaze to the door in a panic, thinking somebody overheard my entire confession. I don’t see anyone, and then suddenly, I notice Tobias’ wolf is awake and staring at me, his head tilted to the side. ‘Tobias?’ I ask cautiously through the mindlink. ‘Not Tobias. Aurelian. Wolf.’ I gasped, my hand covering my mouth and sitting back in my seat.

Toby protested indignantly. “Honestly, you can’t lecture me,” she told him. “You are a f-king Van Helsing drug dealer who takes underage girls to sleazy motels, gets them stoned, and then f-ks them without using a condom.” “Okay,” Aaron said from the doorway. “I’m not entirely sure what I just walked in on.” “Definitely not getting naked,” Aislen muttered to Bianca. “Fine, keep your f-king clothes on,” Bianca surrendered shaking her head, turning to light a stick of incense. “We’re trying to undo Morgana’s mind control on Toby.”

⏱TWO HOURS AGO⏱ SHANE'S POV ? "Make sure you execute the job. No mistakes" ? "Don't worry Boss. Consider the job done. They are all dying today" ? "I trust you guys will handle the job well. You will get your balance when the job is done" An evil smirk crept on my face. I told you Darrell that your story was gonna have a sad ending, too bad your beautiful fiancée is gonna die with you along with your useless brother and his slutty girlfriend.

“I just don’t like strangers touching what’s mine.” The word mine lands between us like a thrown stone. My breath catches. I look at him sharply, but he is staring at the oil-slick patterns on my skin, not at my face. Mara finishes the last symbol—a crescent that curves from one hip bone to the other—and steps back. “Now the blade,” she says. One of the acolytes approaches with a small dagger, its blade etched with the same violet glow as my blood earlier. Kael stands immediately, putting himself between me and the boy.

“Before I knew your name. You were a story then. The girl who was stolen. The hybrid princess the moon took and never gave back. It was easier to be angry at a ghost than at the living people who had let it happen.” Kael’s profile went still. “I was angry at myself,” Kael said. “For not being there when your pack’s lines called for aid. For not seeing sooner that what was happening in Bloodthorn wasn’t just ‘internal politics.’ For believing treaties signed on paper meant anything in halls where wolves were being sold.” He glanced down at me. “You’re not the only one with an old ledger of ‘too lates,’” he said. My throat constricted. “I don’t…want to be a ledger anymore,” I said. “Or a symbo

One (voice like galaxies colliding): “Report.” Rowan (exhausted, fond): “She just recruited Al Capone’s ghost crew, claimed her tenth piece, and still made it home in time to keep her mother from grounding her. The girl’s going to be fine.” He sets the jade tablet on the obsidian table. It flickers once and goes dark. Rowan (quiet): “Tell the Council the storm has a family. And the dead answer when she calls.” He walks away before anyone can ask him to stay.

Becoming something writable. Aelrian staggered to his feet behind her, eyes wide, voice hoarse. “Elthara… you’re bleeding stories,” he said, awe-struck and afraid. Threads of color slipped from her shoulders, weaving into the air and vanishing into the page. Her twin had vanished—burned not by fire, but by the story refusing a false version of itself. Only one of them could remain. And the world had chosen.

Anders came into his office holding the latest fax, ‘Sirius we cannot wait any longer’ He handed him the fax which told him last night the small Bala Pack, the smallest of all the Welsh Packs, who lived quietly away from all human contact, had been attacked and wiped out. The Pack was made of barely sixty Wolves, most of them females and pups with a few Warriors to protect them. Six teenagers had escaped, old enough to shift they had raced through the night to find the Dog Star Pack crossing their boundary exhausted and terrified. His Patrollers had brought them quickly into his office and they had recounted a massacre. The humans had killed indiscriminately, taking out the older females and

I tilted my head to see Lucas, who also tilted his head to look at me. “Search the entire house. Eleanor must be somewhere inside, find her, and bring her. Bring me anything that breathes.” I said rapidly to Lucas and nodded sharply, going into the building with some warriors. Not long after, they came out of the house empty-handed. “No one is in there. We could not find her or Ethan.” Lucas said in a calm tone. I could see the rage that was burning in his eyes. I instantly got furious. I walked towards where one of his warriors was kneeling, I brought my claws and plunged them through his chest, ripping out his heart. Ethan's Beta watched in shock as he saw me kill one of their warriors in