Cal Trask Novels & Stories

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

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.

Liana’s POV I turn my attention back to the alpha, observing his kilt crafted from vibrant red tartan. My eyes unintentionally drift down to his calves, which resemble thick tree trunks. I gulp nervously. “They’re the same, aren’t they?” he remarks. “So?”

We made our way further towards the trap when we heard a voice, it was a female voice and mind you it was the most beautiful voice I've heard, even in her scared state....she started blabbing about how she doesn't taste sweet or how the gods won't accept her flesh, the most funny one was her sayings no one will buy her organs as they won't work without her, she thought we were carnivores, she must have really been scared, my parents and sister fell into a fit of laughter but I just managed a smile, the soul must have been scared and I was the one

Tristan continued, his voice was low and dangerous, “and you will release them. Clear their names. If you do not, your pack and that hospital you claim to care about… it will all collapse if this video reaches the world.” The room went silent. Not a single elder dared to breathe. Even Selene, who had been smug all morning, was pale, her lips pressed into a thin line. Tristan’s threat wasn’t empty. No one doubted it, not for a second. I couldn’t look away from him. He looked like a king, poised, and unshakable. Every move was calculated, every glance was commanding. And all of this, he was doing for me. For Jackson too, yes, but mostly… for me.

"Those useless creatures you want to kill are the result of your incompetence. Elderly people who should be enjoying their last days, pregnant women who will deliver a new life, men who can provide for the pack and their families and children with hopes, dreams and futures. These are the lives you want to end without even thinking twice." I can feel all the hair in Travis's whole body rising in a chilling manner and I wanted to smirk at his cowardice but stopped myself. I can also feel how he's stopping himself from trembling like a scared pup. "Had you only done a good job being their Alpha, there won't be a rebel group threatening you. There won't be lives at stake." I took over and let Tr

Sisca explained at length. Jes was stunned, not that Adam was a CEO. But stunned to know the fact that Adam is a mafia. It seemed unethical for her to fight a mobster all this time. Her life almost flew because of her own actions. Sisca patted Jeslyn's shoulder, waking Jes from her reverie. Sisca smiled sweetly. "You don't need to be afraid of Adam. Even though Adam was a big mobster he would never hurt someone he loved. He will only hurt the person who hurt him, more precisely a charlatan. "

“That’s right. The person in charge of Miss Marissa’s safety is the most powerful instructor in the Insurgent Trifecta, and he is already on his way. He is arriving soon, and he is a 4S-class powerhouse. All of you combined will not be a match for our instructor!” However, The Fool behaved as if he had just heard the funniest joke. “Ha-ha-ha… A 4S-class powerhouse? The Insurgent Trifecta is just an abandoned organization in Rheasia where all the talented people are dead, leaving only the instructors of Wolf’s Fang and Dragon’s Blood who are slightly capable. The instructor of Dragon’s Blood is on a mission in another country while the instructor of Wolf’s Fang is only a 3S-class powerhouse.

His intentions were clear as day. "Of course," Jacob assured him. He wasn't stingy and would give what was due. Besides, Travis was an old friend of Carissa's and had even temporarily held the rank of battalion commander in the military. Given his background, there was no doubt that an appropriate salary would be part of the arrangement. Satisfied, Travis grinned widely. "Great!" - The snowfall continued to get heavier.

The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek. “You look sad?” I ask, taking his backpack off his shoulders. “Didn’t you have fun with Scott?” “You’re late. Again,” he mutters, maintaining the annoyed look on his cute little face. “They had fun,” Sofia informs, joining us outside. “Thank you,” I smile. “And by the way, you look terrible.” I look at the blue short-sleeved gown I have on and can't help but agree with her. It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was.