Core Frisk Novels & Stories

"Heard his playing hand is shredded. Sucks." Jax snickered, a low, predatory sound. "Sucks for him. For you? It’s a goddamn throne. Coach Carter needs a new lead Enforcer for the Ice-Claw squad. You’re the only one with the speed to hunt the puck and the teeth to keep it." "I'm a freshman, Jax. Quiet." "Freshman? You're a Navarro." Jax leaned in, his voice a conspiratorial growl. "Stop acting like a pup. Look at you. You’re already staring."

I was teased and tormented most of my childhood, but like my parents had drilled into me dont show any emotion and always log it away for another day. I have spent most of my life plotting and planning the death of almost every pack member. Especially the dick of an Alpha Dylan Fairway the newly appointed Alpha and his perfect whore of a Luna Ashley. They make me sick, she has fucked every man in the pack and he likes to take credit for others work I should know.

She nearly dropped her phone. “What the hell?” She thought back to the club hours ago when she had kicked Jax away. “So he looked underneath my shirt??” She typed furiously. “You are such an asshole. I am reporting you for harassment.” She sent it and threw the phone aside, but when it pinged again, she rushed back to grab it. This time it was a video. The clip showed the base of his cock and pelvis. He was carefully shaving the area with a razor. The camera lingered on the thick root of his shaft.

Corey was looking at me with a smile on his face, “So are you two a thing now?” If blushing actually burned, my skin would be melting right now. “Corey.” Frankie laughed, wrapping his arm around me. “If she lets me, then hell yeah, won’t miss that chance twice.” I smiled when he said that. I looked at Corey and Rocky. They looked tired. “Was it a busy day today?” Corey nodded, walking to the fridge. “The usual, I snagged some products for you by the way.” He opened the fridge, showing the top rack full of beer and a few different liquors.

Corey growled in pain, struggling to get over the fire and at the same time, stop Anthony. Corey used the windforce power and pushed Anthony backwards, slamming him against the wall. Then he pulled backwards in an extremely swift flying motion, simultaneously absorbing the fire. He was flying towards Anthony. Anthony used his power to freeze him in one place. Approaching to stab his claws into his chest, Corey broke free and stabbed his claws into Anthony's chest.

He deserved to be free. Movement in the corner of the room drew her attention away from the man who haunted her thoughts day and night. Fear made her heart race as a technician entered the room. Jacob Alter had to be one of the most callous, unfeeling monsters who worked for Mercile Industries. The asshole actually enjoyed inflicting pain on the test subjects. He especially targeted this one with his brand of cruelty. A month before, the big man chained against the wall had broken Jacob’s nose when Jacob had gotten too close to the elbow of the restrained test subject. Ellie knew it had been well deserved. The bruising still shadowed Jacob’s face as he flashed an evil grin toward his intende

Not at all. “And you were praising such a sick minded person’s hard working nature in front of me, Ms. Fozer,” Corey's blazing words made both of them turn their heads to look at him and they both caught venom engulfing his gaze and even tongue which was evident in those words he was spitting out at them and were using against Kieran.

“No… please…” Damon, the CEO, stepped closer, his presence commanding, even in his drugged state. His gaze, usually sharp and calculating, was now heavy-lidded, fixed on Luke’s slender form. He ran a hand through his dark, tousled hair, a raw edge to his usually polished demeanor. “Such a soft little thing,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that vibrated through Luke’s bones. His fingers brushed Luke’s inner thigh, the contact sending a jolt through him, both terrifying and strangely exhilarating.

But they were shards without a hilt. "The Core isn't a brother, Nathaniel," I said, my voice echoing in the vast, subterranean cathedral. "The Core is the Friction. It’s the spark that happened when the First King’s blood hit the Northern snow." Félix was beside me, his emerald aura a roaring, white-hot flame. In this heat, he looked less like a man and more like a force of nature. "Then let's make some friction, Little Bird. I didn't come all this way to watch you bake."

“What could he have against him so much to want him dead? Yes, Corey was a pain in the ass, but why kill him?” He dragged a hand through his hair, frustration boiling beneath his skin. “Damn,” he hissed softly. “I could never understand how that stupid wolf thinks—always bloody and wicked.”