Cerita Cwe Novels & Stories

Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left. Eloise wiped her tears with the back of her hand, steeling herself. Whatever force had claimed their father and now threatened Elena, she would face it head-on. The fight was far from over. Eloise and Elena froze, shocked by the outburst. Their mother had not uttered the name “Carla” in recent days, and its sudden reappearance sent a chill racing down their spines. To Eloise, it felt like confirmation the fractured stories her mother had whispered in moments of clarity might truly hold the key to their suffering.

Zeke called down. I climbed back up. “There’s a chest and this weird book, I don’t know. But nothing is in the book.” “The cover says Ghost Stories.” Wyatt pointed out. I swear the cover was blank before. I sighed and handed it off to Hunter. “It must be enchanted or something.” Hunter opened the book. “Who is Captain Rowell ‘The Cruel” Swale?” “I don’t know,” I answered. “Why?” “There’s a story in here about him.”

“We’re a team, aren’t we?” All three heads leaned close. Warm breath surrounded her in the cold. Rivera’s Doubt Back in Geneva, Rivera sat alone in her office, glass walls overlooking the city lights. She replayed the mall footage again. Cerebus shielding the girl, sparing the soldiers. She zoomed into Beta’s eyes — not rage, not frenzy. Intelligence. Mercy. She remembered her first mission, years ago, in the Caucasus mountains. A sighting of something with wings like a man. The firefight that followed. Her squad’s screams as the thing lifted two men into the air and dropped them from a hundred feet. She remembered the bodies in the snow.

" Tristan asked. "Your kind has been living in the human world for over a thousand years now and in your world time which means over a thousand years indeed. The first of your kind to ever come to the human world is a rogue wolf named Cole but he changed his name to Jaejin, because his human look alike was of an Asian descent."

Thankfully, Zephyrus and the others had gone downstairs to the administrative office, and I led Cerelia there. All eyes turned towards us as we entered the room. Strangely, Cerelia was calmer than I had expected. “Come and sit here. I can see you’re quite fine to hack into our system and steal important data. Have you sold it already to your partner in crime, the Red Wolves?” demanded Zephyrus, his face contorted with hatred. Cerelia didn’t wince, although I felt agitated at his accusations. “How can you accuse me without proof, Alpha?” She sat down calmly beside him.

“Someone can't even make a decent joke around here.” “What are you doing in my office?” I responded, not immediately going to the chair. “You're earlier than I'd have expected.” “I got some information on the CWs,” he said, plopping onto the visitors’ couch and giving me a bored expression. “CWs means Crimson Wolves, by the way.” I hadn't known. But I pursed my lips and waited for the report. He heaved a breath. “That Edward Kim guy? He's trouble. Big trouble.”

Although, they all knew that was reason they were there and it was only a matter of time before events spiralled down to the cardinal motive, they were unprepared. “Cwena, here, went missing for days - and nights, of course. I called up the officers at Mariners Spur - where you work, Eallric, to help me look for my baby for three days - three disturbing, unsettling days.” She paused her long speech to catch her breath then resumed, “I didn't approach you, though, because - Gerey was presumed dead - and I feared mine was, too and I didn't want to take any chances by having a liaison with the dead - we all know the myths we grew up with and how true they could be. Well, on the fourth day, my b

A blinding stab of rage hit me in the chest. “You’re Azrael, aren’t you?” The shorter one, who’s silken gown barely managed to cover her large breasts, crooned, “I told Cerlia here that I saw you check in, but she didn’t believe me.” Cerlia giggled softly and fanned her face with her hand, “I’ve never serviced a God before.” Serviced? Oh, hell no. My wolf, being the feral bitch that she was, silently urged me to piss on Azrael in a show of dominance—because that would certainly send a message.

Emberly reasoned. "Please don't do this, at least reconsider. I won't be able to live without you." I pleaded as tears clouded my vision. "You must live, you'll have to live, for our daughter." She said and I gazed at her in confusion. "The last few months have been hell, my parents didn't want me after they found out that I was carrying the child of a werewolf. I was homeless, helpless and scared, especially since I couldn't reach you. I came to our special spot everyday but you were never here. My parents eventually had mercy on me and took me back but they were harsh and made me work for everything I used. I felt lonely and frustrated but I had to keep pushing on. I gave birth to our daug