Crow Hogan Arc-v Novels & Stories

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

After some minutes,I dropped at the house and paid the man. "Who are you?" The security asked. "I'm Angelo from Marcello." I said and the gate opened. I walked in and was greeted by the gigantic building. It was so huge and beautiful. Looked more like the popular white house in the USA. I walked in and there were lots of artifacts and beautiful painting in the lobby. I was taken to the living room by a man in black suit. I sat down and they went in to call whoever the package was to be delivered to.

Hunter was roaring viciously and they had shifted back to their human forms. Happiness twinkled in her eyes upon seeing Hunter punching Armando ruthlessly as blood splurts out of his mouth.

Rica smiled politely. When they settled, Angel went off to the east side with Arwel to play the adrenaline game they were talking about. It was just a simple game of the number of hunting prey. And whoever gets the most numbers will be the winner. Then, rogues came out to cause a ruckus but the Reeves cousins were already on their move. “Damn, I’ve got five here.” Marius clicked his tongue when he killed the last rogue on his side. “Yahoo, I’ve finally got eight this time.” Tiffania chuckled when she informed that and it was making Marius and Lincon whined.

Chapter 4 : The Past Aqua didn't always have to hide who she was. She didn't always have to keep secrets. There was a time when her life was filled with laughter, love, and the open embrace of her unique heritage. Born in the hidden town of Silver Cove , Aqua grew up surrounded by family and friends who cherished her for who she was. Her striking white hair, a mark of her lineage, was a source of pride, not something to be concealed.

“It doesn’t matter.” I blink, caught off guard by his calm tone. “What do you mean, ‘it doesn’t matter’? We’re still missing crucial information.” Arkyn crosses his arms, a grim smile tugging at his lips. “Creed’s sending his witch, Nova. She’s already on her way. She’s dealt with this coven before and has some information that’s going to work in our favor.”

"If the city sees the truth, the Archive loses its authority, but if your father can reboot the system before the drones finish the broadcast, he’ll erase the evidence and everyone who saw it." As they paddled toward the shore, a massive, bioluminescent shadow rose from the trench behind them, a creature that looked like a tangled mass of violet cables and human limbs,the "Archive Avatar" that had consumed the Shadow Market. It wasn't targeting Silas, it was reaching out for the drones in the sky, its metallic tentacles elongating with a sickening, hydraulic hiss.

“Your brother thinks he’s so stealthy, but he forgets that those in my generation have been there and done that. Plus, there’s no real explanation for the two of them having each other’s scent on them all the time unless they were spending an inordinate amount of time together. I would hope that your brother isn't stupid enough to think that he could sleep with my daughter if she isn’t his mate, especially for as long as this has gone on.” “My brother isn’t stupid,” I say, smiling at her. “I don’t think so either,” she says as the waitress comes over filling our coffee mugs. “So, tell me about your trip to Araphyra. I understand there was a rogue that you think is working with the vampires?”

The hungry looking rogues circled us, smacking their lips together and growling. Rachel pulled me into her and let out a kick to one of the rogues. She was a great fighter while I just stood their like a useless idiot. Picking up a long stick beside me I poked one of the rogues in the eye making him yell out in pain. Buying myself a few more minutes to think, I found myself wishing I could reach Ben by mindlink. "We're coming. Don't worry." His voice filled my mind and I squeaked in response. How the hell did that happen?

Whatever this conversation is, he doesn’t want me to hear. “We have to stop it though, right?” another Alpha says, a frown upon their rather immaculate features. Their skin is what bothers me the most about them. Always so perfect and youthful. I believe it’s Grayson, with those distinguishing stormy grey eyes. “There has to be a cure.” “A cure? Unlikely,” Alden quickly reprimands. The smartest man in the room.