Cal Trask Novels & Stories

You can only say one thing—ability users are utterly reckless. "Hand over fifty of them, and we'll leave immediately!" Astrid demanded in broken English. Travis Carlson—the leader of the Zimtam Outpost—was exactly what Ray had figured: a middle-aged guy standing about five-foot-nine, sitting ramrod straight. He let out a scoff. "Yeah, keep dreaming."

“Carter is in. The shipments will be arriving soon. I don’t know what you said to him but it worked. “ Of course, it fucking worked. I was the most powerful and dangerous man in New York. A lot of his actions were motivated by fear. I was unforgiving and everybody knew it. Carter was smart to accept my escorts, drinks, and deals. “Be ready for him and be careful. “ “What did you do? Apologize? “ “I don’t apologize to anyone. He was happy with the girls you sent and drinks. All I had to do was stroke his ego by telling him he has the best ammo and product in the business. “ “Okay. Where are you? I thought you would want to see this shipment for yourself. It is the biggest one yet. Is there so

Tristan grabs me by the throat and has a ball of fire in his hands. “Don’t forget wolf that I am stronger than you. My father and brother were stupid. I will do things my way. get in the way and I will kill you myself.” This is not going well at all. I need to figure out how to keep Katerina safe from this freak. Gunner

I swear not even a cockroach can get past that guy. Jared was the son of an omega female and a beta male. I say was because his parents died during an NC attack (nightcrawler). He's worked his arse off to be the beta of his pack today, and goddess knows how proud I am with what he's accomplished. Still, if my father saw him associating with me in our house where he'd forbidden anyone to enter, no doubt he would have killed him. There's no questioning how merciless and cruel my father could be, and that's precisely how the pack is named after him. The Cruelcrest Hounds Pack.

Randall asked, holding him but he slammed his hand down. “Fuck! Fuck!” Cursing, tears glistening in his eyes, feeling utterly powerless. Hating himself for not using his cognition before. “Tristan, please don’t scare us. Tell us what the hell is happening.” Ruth called, worried to find Tristan broke like this. Sniffling, he looked back at Katastrofi, wiping his eyes, explaining with trembling lips. “Before us is… Katastrofi the Destroyer... Our one young mistake brought him to this world. I told you guys to not go there! I told you it’s dangerous. We are doomed now!” He yelled at them with a tear rolling down.

[CARLTON’S POV] Tristan exhales against my neck, thick arms locked around me like iron. His heartbeat slams against my chest: loud, erratic, completely fucking human. Tristan doesn't fear anything. Not bullets, not blood, not death itself. But those two men—Rusev and Seo—did something to him I've never seen before. Suddenly I'm the hunter and he's the prey. Me, Carlton Dickson, standing between the most wanted man on Earth and the world trying to tear him apart.

Does that mean he is the one who is causing all these monsters to go after us? That guy always did seem a little too nice for my comfort. Bonnie said. But I never thought he would be some monster-making psychopath. I am afraid it is a little more specific than that, Huguely said. I had my suspicions earlier but now they have been confirmed. Dean Trask is a warlock and an immensely powerful one at that. The girls all of that each other as they heard. Huguely’s words. Each one struggled to form syllables to describe the type of emotions that had been acquainted with learning that a man who would always seem to be fair and just was now their greatest.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

I asked her. I felt like a total piece of shit because I had been so focused on Jadelynn lately that I was not being a great brother to her. Taylor was involved in a car accident last year that paralyzed him from the waist down. He was a great guy who truly loved his family. He had been one of our head trackers before the accident. Now, he just taught courses to prepare those newly recruited Zeta-Force members for tracking. He was one of the best mentors we had for it.

Cali We made it to Tristan's office just in time for the conference call and I dropped into the visitor’s chair beside Tristan's desk as he set up the call, trying to focus on the task at hand rather than the need that coursed through me. But I couldn't seem to rid myself of the thoughts that ran through my head, memories, images. Tristan naked, his muscled body, his dark eyes, his rough hands, his warm mouth, his skin pressed against mine, his hands skimming my body.