Dale Horvath Novels & Stories

It was already dark and foggy outside, the perfect setting for rogue attacks. "What's your name?" I asked, finally turning my attention to him while continuing to sip my wine. "Alex, Alpha Hawthorne," he replied, and I nodded, my gaze still fixed on the flames. "How long have you been working here?" I inquired, realizing that I had never taken the time to keep track. My brows furrowed as I pondered the kind of man I had become. It occurred to me that my disregard for my staff was likely one of the reasons for Aurora's disdain toward me.

Donatello took his jacket off and rolled up his right sleeve, revealing what looked like a grim reaper scythe. “I got the title devil, demon, grim reaper, for a reason, Ezra.” He said, putting his arm on the flaming door. He hissed in pain before removing his arm and nodding at a man who stood and watched in silence. The man brought over a bottle of vodka and poured it on the burning wound making my heart ache. “You are not going to wait for your mate to come out, because we are going in.” “How the hell are we going…?”

MATTEO RODRIGUEZ Matteo Rodriguez has just gotten back from his morning exercise. His body dripped of sweat and smelt of fresh leaves and of woods. He marched straight to the fridge and grabbed a sachet of packaged blood. He tore it open with one bite and gulped the whole content at a go. He wheezed out air and hissed noisily with a squeezed face. There was nothing better than drinking human blood.

He says. “Or maybe human.” I add. From what Oliver said about his research, I think there’s a connection there. “What’s your theory?” Alpha Elias ask. I look at him. Trusting my guts to not trust him with my theory, I lie. “I have nothing yet. But I have a feeling there’s a third supernatural being that’s involved in all of this.” Alpha Elias sighs, putting his hands in his long length jacket. “I’ll keep in touch.” He insists, and zooms off in his car.

A cold smile curved my lips as I looked at them. "You should be worrying about yourselves instead." ... On stage, the foundation representative held up the Horvarte acceptance letter and announced loudly, "Please welcome Ryan Jenkins to the stage to receive your Horvarte University acceptance letter and a cash scholarship of 10,000 dollars." Under the gaze of everyone present, I walked onto the stage and received what was rightfully mine—the Horvarte acceptance letter. At that moment, Mrs. Miller and Mrs. Flores rushed onto the stage, shouting in disbelief.

The university's location on an island in the thriving Village of Norwood made it easy to spot acquaintances. As she settled in, she ordered a vodka and allowed herself to be swept away by the live band's rendition of love songs. Just as her drink arrived, Hilda's call interrupted the moment. Deciding to ignore it for now, Boma focused on her drink, determined to savor the evening despite the distraction. ***

dispensary in Florida. And I’m a cop.” I took and deep breath and laughed while shrugging my shoulders. He chuckled and I swore I saw tears forming in his eyes. He sniffed and wiped at his nose, “My name is Thorn. Thorn was written on a piece of paper and pinned to my clothes at the hospital I was left in. My adopted parents kept it. I grew up a only child and played football. I have been a blue collar guy most of my life. I move states every year and enjoy drinking more than I should-“ a loud bang sounded from the end of the barn and Thorn and I both jumped up and the room felt colder as Maxine and Eddie walked in. Great. Now I gotta deal with this evil bitch all over again. She was wearin