Dot Warner Novels & Stories

She batted her long eyelashes to Vlora and Leticia who had nothing to say. "Alright, but you will take Conrard and Weston with you..." "Ms Dasher, Conrard went to the tribe..." Garlic informed. "I will go..." Weston immediately uttered. "Yes, take him. He is a monk as well as a warlock. He will protect you..." Pidge had breakfast and wore her long coat, they stepped out of the coven mansion strolled towards the woods.

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."

“We don't lock anyone up in this bunker.” I frowned. Mr. Alvaro's gaze turned toward a short young man whose face was very similar to Dylan O'Brien's. The young man grinned nervously. “Sorry, Uncle, I thought Uncle took the woman into custody. The problem is she is a vampire, so I thought—” “Right, you thought!” Mr. Alvaro barked. The people inside the bunker laughed. “And David, why do you have to believe Arga's words? You—!”

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.

His grey ponytail hung down his back. At an intersection on Great Homer Street, he’d paused. Maybe he’d heard the engine at the last second. Maybe he’d turned his head. Maybe he’d even seen the driver’s face before the vehicle struck him. The four-wheel drive hit him hard enough to drag both him and the motorbike nearly a hundred yards beneath the chassis. “What’s happening?” Mel asked quietly. I ignored the question. “Lucas Dutton. Where is he now?” “He works for some government advisory panel dealing with teenage drug abuse.”

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.

It was war smelling the mate bond. I thought the bond was dead. “You smell like power now,” he growled. “Like storms and the moonlight. What really happened to you?” I stood tall, refusing to hide my body. “I survived. I was what you tried to kill.” Damon’s jaw dropped. For the first time, I felt pain appear right in his eyebrows. “I was wrong, Annie. Cassandra lied to me. I only allowed pride and fear to make me throw away the best thing in my life… my coming Luna.”