Cole Macgrath Novels & Stories

Michael "Alpha Michael, I thought you and Lincoln were coming home tomorrow?" Henry – the leader of the crescent moon pack warriors asked me. Henry is not the strongest of all my warriors but he is the smartest and that is the only reason why I appointed him as the leader of my pack warriors. I know that when it comes to a real battle, having strong warriors is not enough, we also need brains that can make a solid plan when it comes to battles and wars or when our pack is under attack. Coincidentally, Henry graduated from the National Military Academy. The truth is Henry and I graduated together at the National Military Academy, I achieved the highest honor while Henry in turn achieved the f

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

The door opens. The elder who comes through it is not Thorne, which I expected, but MacCorr, who has apparently made the journey from Scotland faster than I did and who has the quality of someone who anticipated that this private conversation would happen and who timed his arrival at the end of it deliberately, the specific competence of an old wolf who has been in these situations before and who knows how they move. He looks at both of us with the flat authority of someone who has decided the conversation that was happening before he entered is finished.

Inside the grand hall, a massive stone fireplace roared, casting flickering golden light across tapestries and heavy oak furniture, while the chill from the stone walls created sharp, invigorating contrasts. Fiona MacTavish, a 26-year-old Scottish noble heiress with porcelain skin, fiery red hair, and a strong, curvaceous figure, stood by the fireplace in a thin silk gown. The heat from the flames licked at her front while the cool drafts from the ancient stone raised goosebumps along her back. She had come to escape the pressures of her family’s legacy. She found something far more primal. The heavy oak door opened. Malcolm “The Hammer” Adebayo, the world-famous Black Scottish rugby legend

Catherine knelt in the center of the space, her traveling case discarded nearby like evidence of journey interrupted, her dark hair disheveled but her spine straight despite the four wolves that circled her with predatory patience. Murdoch himself stood at the clearing's edge, his human form radiating the kind of casual authority that came from never doubting his ability to control whatever situation he encountered. Pale eyes fixed on me as I emerged from the underbrush, and his smile held satisfaction that made something violent unfurl in my chest. "Kieran MacAllister," he said, his voice carrying the particular accent that marked him as highland bred. "So good of you to join us. I was begi

Nana asks, “ Well, what do you want to know?” “ Everything Marathi, everything.” Macy gulps hard, her mind going to Liam, and how worried he must be looking everywhere for her. She tells her Nana all Liam has done for her and everything that has happened thus far without hiding a thing. “ Hmm, he seems like a possessive one,” Nana says with a half smile on her face. “ He sure is possessive, Nana, and so is his wolf, Rage.” Macy murmurs,

“Just stand still...wait. If you can’t drive a truck, how did you stop the truck the other night?” “It wasn’t me . That was Odin.” Ichabod replied, “That idiot can do anything.” “Oh, I see. Now hold still while I take your picture.” Ichabod stood still and blinked as the light flashed. “Well, this is better.” Adams said before moving to the computer on the table. Ichabod watched as Adams operated on what he called, ‘the box of witchcraft.’ He had been locked in the coffin for so long and so many things have changed. He couldn’t understand how such a box could hold so much information.

“They can’t break what’s already unyielding.” She smiled faintly, even as tears traced the dust on her cheeks. In the darkness of that chamber, in the bowels of a cursed fortress, that sliver of connection between them felt like a flame in a void. Their private moment was shattered when the heavy iron door creaked open and Maeron entered. Dressed in robes of deep midnight blue that shimmered like oil under torchlight, Maeron exuded a terrible kind of grace. His black hair cascaded down his shoulders, his eyes were icy and calculated, and there was a cruel smirk playing at his lips as he looked at the pair.

She was desperate and ever conniving, she was like him and he liked it, they knew each other's habits though a lot was still untold about him. Rebecca McKnight had been his rival since High school, She is the first daughter of Julius McKnight famous Restaurant chain holder and his Director of all Black hotels. They attended the same college and had always been rivals as their families weren't in good terms either. She had tried scheming against him to destroy his company since he started it 13 years ago and he saw it only wise to keep her closer, Leonard believes it is wise to keep your enemies in business closer and under you so you can monitor their every move and know when to strike, thou

he laughs. “So how about you Kate? Any dark secrets lurking in your history?” he asks. “I don’t think Amelie is a dark secret, Colby, she’s a gift from the Moon Goddess and thank the Goddess she has you as her dad,” I say. I then pause to think and realize I don’t have any dark secrets. I may have had some poor choices along the way but I don’t feel embarrassed about my history.