Brock Hudson Novels & Stories

"But for now, would you grace us with a voice to your visions?" As Luna Morrison affirmed with a nod, her narrative began to weave through the room, entrancing the assembled. Beta Johnson, the insolence draining from his features, tensed to flee, but Brock and his men were already in motion—the glint of silver handcuffs promising no escape. With a silent message, I had already branded him a traitor in Brock's mind.

the man I'm now assuming is his brother ducks his head closer to Harper's and says "Taking it up the ass and sucking dick" Questions and anger run wild through my veins at the feeling of pain that's radiating off of Harper. A low threatening growl rips from my chest as Niro wants to break free. "If you don't want to end up in the ICU I suggest you let me go now and walk away" Harper warns the man who chuckle and shakes his head. "Oh yeah" they both come to a stand still "Are you going to do some kinda voodoo magic shit to some how make you strong enough to beat me"

Cyrus “If we lived in one of the more religious parts of this country, you’d be hanged for what you’re doing, you know?” Brock said. He raised his hands when he caught my sour facial expression. “I don’t mean any harm; I’m just stating a fact here.” “There’s no truth in that. She’s my mate, and she belongs here with me.” Brock scoffed. “She’s a priestess, and you’re keeping her here against her will.”

“We just wanted to talk to you about the Harrison girl.” “Yes, I know,” Brock said. “You don’t want me to go to the council and tell them that you have photographic evidence that Granite and other council members were present moments before her mother disappeared because you think that it will be problematic for the human girl, and I don’t really give a damn because they took a huge sum of money from me and my pack as a penance for a crime they clearly knew we didn’t commit!” Brock was so angry, it seemed that steam was about to start coming out of his ears.

"I make my own decisions about when and how I go back. You do not control that." "Understood." "And I want everything you have on Marcus. Every document. Every name. Everything your people have been building for two years. I am not walking into that pack house with half a case." Brock looked at me for a moment with an expression I could not fully read in the dark and the rain. Then he nodded once. "There is one more thing," he said. "What?" "The person above Marcus. The one running the larger operation." He paused. "They know you survived the fall. They have known for weeks."

Apart from the fact that his father counted heavy stacks of billions every day, ranked as the most eligible divorced bachelor every time, topping the pages of the wealthiest in the country—his son Soren was also on a whole other high. Soren Gregory—the perfect fucking hockey god. Oh man, he was hot. You wouldn’t understand. It wasn’t performative of me saying this shit, but Soren was fucking gorgeous. Like most hockey players, Soren was six-four in height, black wavy hair always pulled into a bun, and when he let it all down… let’s leave that to your imagination. Pierced the top of his ears—not the tip. His godlike, perfectly built body had not a single scar or tattoo on it, well except behi

Then, the arena exploded into a deafening, thunderous roar of pure jubilation that literally shook the concrete foundation of the building. The scoreboard flashed brightly: Hawks 4 - Russians 3. Julian Vane had just scored the winning goal at the very last second of the semi finals, but that wasn't all. As the sports commentators began screaming frantically into their microphones, the giant overhead screens flashed a historic announcement in bold gold letters: NEW WORLD RECORD: FASTEST ACCUTENSION SHOT FROM A DEFENSIVE ANGLE. Julian had just broken a legendary, decades old world record right in front of millions of global viewers.

I took my back when the man nodded at me, but then got halted when I saw Alpha Jacob walking toward us. “Brother! Finally, you came. I’ve been waiting for you for quite some minutes now.” What? Alpha Jacob has a brother?

I respond. "Damn, who the fuck got on your nerves? Why are you being so rude?" I give him no response as I walk across the field, letting out a breath after a few steps before turning to him. "I'm sorry. I'm just thinking about some stuff, and you're annoying me. " He beams before swinging a hand over my shoulder. "You're forgiven, dude. Come on!" And I fail to contain my laugh as he drags me along. Brock is that guy who looks tough at first glance, but when you get to know him; he's a softhearted guy with an odd vibe. Not to mention quite disturbing when he wants to be.

I just smiled at him sadly because I feel so tired right now that I can't even move my lips. "It's time, they're all gone," Kendrick said in a voice full of hope. Maybe if there's anything good had happened to me in this place for almost a year, it's probably meeting Kendrick. He's kind and caring to me, that I can't help but wonder if he's Benjie's legitimate son. Kendrick always gives me water and food secretly, he also helps me escape this place but all of our plans didn't work out. Sometimes I can't help but feel sorry for Kendrick, he's only fourteen and he was surrounded by barbaric murderers, though they like to call themselves werewolf hunters.