Coco Hector Alive Novels & Stories

"Seis, I'm here!" Seis had recently recovered and was still a little tired. When he saw his visitor, he was stunned. "Hector, why did you come from Pernier to Bloomington?" Hector laughed. "You've opened this immortal realm; can't I come?" "Of course, you can come!" Seis quickly let Hector into the living room, and only then did he notice Winston. "Who is this?" "He's Winston, my great-grandson. He is in his 20s and one step away from ascension," Hector said modestly, but he was stunned. Cloth Alley deserved to be the only newly added immortal realm in the last 500 years. It was truly a nice place.

Hector is a snake, and I have to be careful not to let him slither his way back into our lives. Hector looks at me with a raised eyebrow, as if my words were nothing but empty threats. "You seem to have forgotten who you're dealing with," he says, taking a sip of his coffee. I started laughing so much that Hector was in great awe. I couldn't stop laughing as every glance at him.made.me realized how foolish he is for thinking I will just give away the company I have worked for all the years of my life. He scoffed, his lips warped in a snarl as he gritted his teeth, "What's funny Damon?" I could see him trying so hard to hide the fear that was clearly visible in his eyes.

"He's lost a lot, Barret! His multi million dollar penthouse is a pile of ashes! What more do you possibly want?!" Barret leaned in close, his face contorting into a terrifying, psychotic grin. "I want him dead, Coach," Barret whisper yelled, his breath hot and dangerous against the older man's face. "I want him freaking dead! Well, he's half dead already, trapped in that hospital bed, and I'm just here to finish him all up! It's going to be so damn easy... so just let me go!" The coach stared at him, his heart dropping straight into his stomach as a heavy, terrifying silence settled over the dark alley. He slowly shook his head, his eyes filled with pity and deep horror.

Seating on a couch, Derek takes out his ice cream and eats it while I have the boiled rice and fish stew Sofia had packed for me. I sit still for a few minutes, watching Derek devour his best snack. I love seeing the smile on his face. It reminds me of Mum. She couldn’t spend a day without a smile. I miss her so much. “I’m sorry for not looking before crossing the road,” he says with a remorseful look on his face. “I should’ve been more careful.” “It’s alright. Just don’t do it again. You had me really worried.” He nods and gets back to his ice cream. I’m about to take a spoon into the dish when a knock resounds on the front door. The ringing sound of the doorbell follows.

How bad can offending him be when it is a means to save his life? There is no telling how much hatred he has for his human mate. So bad that Nektarios doesn't know her name and refuses to acknowledge her existence. His wolf is suffering from his persistence, but Nektarios has lived based on his own rules. At the same time, the Spirit Walker has no reason to lie. There is a reason she is the oldest living vampire witch. From her lips to the gods, nothing should be taken for granted when it comes to her. However, Nektarios' rage cannot even be tuned down by the gods. A vampire and werewolf in one. Damon knows he would die in a heartbeat if the Alpha King decides to pour out his rage.

But in this batch, there is one soldier who has caught my attention—Zion. Zion is a quiet and enigmatic figure among the Bravata ranks. His jet-black hair frames a face that seems perpetually shrouded in shadows. He seldom speaks, and when he does, it is in measured, cryptic phrases that leave those around him with more questions than answers. His eyes, though, are the most unsettling feature—deep, piercing orbs that seemed to hold secrets untold.

What else do you know? My voice trembled as I asked, Why are you here? What do you want with me? Elijah tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into a smile that never reached his eyes. “To show you the truth.” Reis walked closer, brushing his fingers over my cheek as though I was a doll he owned. I flinched away, but his touch lingered. “Your perfect hockey hero isn’t what you think”. He’s not even human, Lara. He’s a beast. A murderer.

The voice on the other end was cold, professional, familiar. "He wasn't alone. There's another wolf—an Alpha from Crescent Moon Pack. The target is his mate." There was a long pause on the other end, long enough that I could hear the subtle shift in their breathing. They were processing the implications, running through scenarios. "The Alpha," they finally said. "Is he alive?" "Yes. Neutralized with wolfsbane, but alive. He'll wake up soon, and when he does, he's going to come looking. And he won't be alone. Ace will mobilize the entire pack once he finds out one of his mate was taken."

For my lack of a wolf? The humiliation I’d made out of myself at the game tonight? Alpha Rhys Jaeger is known as the “Mad Alpha”, mentally deranged Coach who keeps himself off the ice during the games but keeps his pack hockey players in check. While he stands beside Alpha Silas, he looks more calm than the rumors portrayed, towering over even Silas’s pure muscles and height of 6 '2. Everyone knows about him. Or… thinks they do. They say he doesn’t have control when he shifts. That he’d killed Alphas during games, that he doesn’t keep wives, but sex slaves and trophies.

But there was no time to revel in the kill. More were coming. "ROMAN!!" Cassandra's voice cut through the carnage like a blade. I turned, my eyes narrowing as I spotted her atop a pile of bodies, her silver hair matted with blood, her eyes wild with hatred. She was in her human form, her slender frame deceptively fragile-looking as she surveyed the battlefield with a cruel smile. "Come face your death like the pathetic Alpha you are!" I snarled, starting towards her, when a scream stopped me cold. Belle's scream.