Daryl Dixon Novels & Stories

Owen's pov It was obvious from the look on the alpha's face that he didn't want us near the mysterious woman that had me and my brothers weak in the knees and that pissed me off because his mate was sitting on her knees right next to him. I was confused as to why he was acting as if he and she was an item, my wolf growled at the thought of his mate with another man. Axel turned to her and asked her, her name, in which she only replied it was not important right now and there were bigger things to concentrate on. Raising my left eyebrow I looked her over from head to toe, she had blood covering her but it didn't look like it was her blood, a small smear of blood was on her cheek and I was afr

He kept looking at his watch, annoyed until he us. I took that as my cue to leave the car and walk to him. He eyes me up and down and licked his lips before offereing his hand. I put my hand in his and he brought it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. He then smiled at me, showcasing his yellowing teeth. “When they said my date was beautiful, I didn’t imagine she was this pretty. You are very gorgeous.” “Thank you, sir.” “Call me Alonzo. The girls also call me daddy.” He remarked with an ugly laugh that turned into a heavy cough. I looked away in fear that some of his saliva would fall on my face.

For them. They were coming through faster now. The lost. The murdered. The forgotten. Spirits with unfinished hunger. Some whispered. Some screamed. Some laughed as they rose. Allowed them to rise, to stand, to come back for what they wanted to come back to. To get what they wanted and what they deserved. But one was silent. Always silent. Dorian. Sienna’s father. The man that I believed, I loved. He had been dead for years. Not hidden. Not erased. Just gone, peacefully, stubbornly, still.

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

“Right here. Right now. You can end this, you can stop.” Behind me, Liam’s voice broke softly. “Alaria…” But I didn’t turn to him. My eyes stayed on Darius, on the flicker of humanity still buried somewhere beneath the ruin. “End it,” I said. “Before it ends you.” He looked at me for a long, hollow moment. His weapon hung loose at his side, his shoulders trembling with exhaustion. And for a heartbeat, I believed he would do it. I saw it in his eyes, the surrender, the grief, the recognition that maybe, finally, he understood.

I rested my forehead on his chest as he tightened his grip around the sheets either side of my head before pulling out of me, laying his head on the crook of my neck for a second before pulling away. I covered myself with the messy, rolled up sheets as he rolled onto his back, breath heavy, eyes fixed on the ceiling like he’d conquered something worth remembering. Elijah always carried himself that way, like a king without a crown, too sure of his power to need one. The scent of smoke and cologne clung to his skin, faint traces of arrogance laced with victory. A victory that he has yet to obtain. He turned his head toward me, his lips curving into that sharp, lazy smirk.

VICTORIA I kept staring a second longer until a folder was placed on my lap. “Read through the agreements so you know if everything’s okay,” Mr. Dante whispered, and I snapped out of it, realizing the meeting had already started. From our side, in the dark, I watched the signs on the screen while the interpreter relayed them to Lorenzo. He said he apologized for not attending. “I wasn’t expecting you. I was expecting your father. Patriarch Dmitri Brona is the one I’ve always made deals with,” Lorenzo shot back without a shred of respect.

The shift energy was still glowing at my fingertips. I felt like I could break the trees with my bare hands. A branch fell beside me. I turned around, my wolf claws already pushed out. Damon was at the other end of the woods. He wore only loose pants. His chest was bare, and his muscles were tight. His eyes glowed in the dark as they moved over my naked body. “You should not be here,” he said, his voice low and rough at first as he stared at me. But he did not order me back. Instead he stepped closer. His scent filled my nose. It was war smelling the mate bond.

Eugene Ari Darian's POV After the long event, we exchanged numbers. I was so nervous to ask for it, not wanting to seem too rude or forward like earlier but she took the hint and just gave it to me, it reduced my anxiety level a lot. It felt like my moves had no effect on her like they did other women and it was a mystery to me. "So what do you do?" "I'm a psychology lecturer. I once worked as a therapist but it didn't work out."

Alexa had her fingers crossed, as she knelt in front of the television, waiting for them to reach the Love Pack. "From the Desire Pack, Phoenix Diamond," the female presenter read out, glancing from the paper in her hand, to the camera. Alexa looked over her shoulder at me. "Have you heard of her." Shaking my head no, I wonder briefly why I would know someone from the Desire Pack. Alexa has always been a lot more popular than me; online, and off. She has her hands in friend groups I didn't know existed, and now, I've gotten used to being the one friend left out.