Dot Warner Novels & Stories

He had put her there. Years ago, in desperation, in weakness, he had forged a quiet alliance with Valerian—a secret exchange of information, power for protection. He had fed the Night Walker king pieces of Blood Moon intelligence in return for peace, autonomy, safety for his lands. At the time, he convinced himself it was the only way to preserve his family. To keep his sons out of war. To keep Serena out of danger.

The doorbell made both of them stunned when they put the bottles of the beer on the table and stood up to walk to the door. The moment they looked out of the window, the two tall men towered outside the door. "They are here!" David gulped in nervousness, Weston didn't bother to open the door, instead, he turned to walk away. Then a loud knock on the door and it slammed open. The two men stepped in looking around when their gazed fixed on the coffin. Walking up to the coffin they were paused by David and Weston. "No. She is resting. Do not touch her. She is the wife of Maddox Dasher..."

he said, his voice a velvet whisper that carried an air of authority. I mustered a smile, my heart thudding in my chest. "The pleasure is mine, Elder James." Dorian's hand rested gently on the small of my back, guiding me to the next person. "And this is Alpha Nicklaus, the leader of the neighboring wolf pack. He has a reputation for his unwavering loyalty and strength."

I only made one sound for a moment before death took away the remnants of my consciousness. Dona collapsed in front of the INDICENT headquarters after using the Body Transfer from outside the Demon Forest to Alas Purwo. Barbara's limp body slid over Dona's back and almost crashed to the ground. Dona's consciousness was about to recede, black dots filled her vision and her head was dizzy. Several people from within the base rushed to the two of them. When Dona finally passed out, someone was already carrying her.

I'm in. Weirdo: But I just wanna eat. Oppa: Jack, you better get your ass over to Jess's place before I drag it there. Weirdo: Fine, fine, Jeez, no need to get your pants in a knot grandpa. Oppa: Jack Vincent Tucker. What did you just call me?. Weirdo: Uh Oh, see you soon Jess, I'm out. Weirdo logged out. Val: Jack's yelling, we'll see you guys soon.

he said to Dante. "But then, since you all want a solution, here is one for you, Sophia should be removed as Beta," he said, catching everyone's attention. "What, I know it's in all your mind but you don't know how to say it so I help you," he defended. "What's your name," I asked. "Jackson," he replied. "So Jackson, tell us why in a time like this, we should remove our capable beta," I questioned, trying to compose myself.

My mother and I had been following up the notes from my Father’s diary lately and the sooner we unravel the mysteries it unfolds, the safer our lives will become. “Come in.” answered a voice from inside the room after I repeatedly knocked on the door. I went inside the room and it took me some seconds to clearly see the entire place. The room was dark and stuffy. There were clothes, bags, furniture and papers all around. I wondered how the man I went to see survives in such a tight place.”Sit down.” He said while pointing towards the sofa with lots of clothes on. I pushed the clothes and sheets to the other side of the sofa and squeezed myself into it. “I am Fetty Dzarma.” I began. “My fath

she inquired tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. Donovan's gaze shifted to the girl, his expression remaining impassive. "I am Donovan Garrett," he replied simply. "President of the Student Union Government, Wilberforce Island University. And Boma is my wife." The serving personnel exchanged puzzled glances, sure of the significance of the title. But they had always assumed Boma's husband, if she had one, would be someone unassuming, like her. As far as they were concerned, she wasn't important. She was there partaking in the punishments just like everyone else. It would be safe to even assume she might be among the poorest staff, the way she acted like her whole life depended on

WRITER’S POV Dashing into the hideout, Arthur growled loudly which showed he wanted to be all alone. His men who were training there all vamoosed. The thought of having a human mate made his blood boiled. Events of the last time he went hunting when a human hunter nearly killed him made it even worse for him to accept his fate which he only saw as terrible. He put a call across to his beta, Dennis and before the next thirty minutes Dennis had arrived. He called Jeremy too. They are the only ones he could confide in that moment. He needed someone to tell him he was having a nightmare…anything just to end this terrible fate of his.

Weakness coursed through him, and his vision blurred. Struggling to stay on his feet, Ryan told Hawthorne, "Hey, you need to rest." He walked toward Hawthorne, helping him steady himself. With Hawthorne's arm draped over his neck, they slowly made their way toward the exit. Hawthorne attempted to say something, but words failed him. Instead, blood continued to trickle from his mouth as they exited together. "Get in there, arrest the council member, Vera, and bring the Omega," Ryan ordered through a mental link. Soon, some of his guards stormed in, swiftly carrying out his orders. Meanwhile, he assisted Hawthorne toward a waiting car, and together they drove away.