Dot Warner Novels & Stories

“Regardless of what you telling me, it's not going to leave this bedroom.” “These walls have ears, and if you think that anything that you say is not known to others, you are very wrong. This place is not a place for you to mess around or to think that you have the privacy or the silence or solitude. Everything they you say is heard. Every move that you make is calculated and one mistake can end up being fatal.” She said, almost like a warning. But then she chose to continue. “The war. His father. The betrayal. This place. Take your pick. Nolan’s always been... composed, sharp, focused, but he used to be human under all of that. Now? I’m not sure he even remembers what softness feels like. I

I clenched my jaw to suppress the feeling his words stirred in me. Instead, I looked at the two troopers to see if the one he mentioned was there. They were both cute, and if this were before Logan, I’d have been interested. But now they do nothing for me. “Yes, there is a Trooper Bryant,” I answered. The trooper in question raised an eyebrow at his name and looked at me. “Luna?” he asked in a whisper that I’m pretty sure no one else heard. I blinked. ‘He’s a werewolf.’ Theia kindly pointed out. ‘Duh.’ I internally rolled my eyes.

awake. Take care of yourself.” He hurried out of the room and Tyler looked from Thorn to me, “Um, that was weird. Right?” I nodded my head and looked over at Thorn who was staring at Tyler oddly, “It was weird because he is a witch. He was giving off weird vibes. Almost like he was scared.” Tyler nodded her head but I was full of questions because I have known Doctor Winder since I was a boy and he was a werewolf. I had seen him shift on multiple occasions, “Nah, he is a wolf, man. He just knows a lot about witches. He has taken care of all different kinds of people. I’ve seen that man shift more times than I can count.” Thorn shook his head and crossed his arms over his wide chest, “Sorry,

Apparently being covered in blood is something of an aphrodisiac to werewolves because many of them are quietly expressing their desire to be my second chance mate, according to Darius that is, who is planning on adding blood to his wardrobe for the next Mate's Ball. When we arrive, my father is standing on the raised platform at the front, chatting with many of the older warriors, and he looks fine. You'd never know that his arm was injured or that there was wolfsbane coursing through his body and briefly I'm filled with the same awe I had for him as a child. Back when I thought he was the strongest, bravest man in the world, before I knew how cruel and cold-hearted he actually is. Gene lea

Mell couldn't help but chuckle at his comment. "Bestfriend, huh? Anyway, what was your question a while ago?" "How would you interpret this Donna thing, as well as the last line? Because I have a feeling, it will reveal our next clue. As warrior, we must decipher everything." "Of course. The Donna pertains to a authority. It's a pseudonym of a certain warrior, who was apparently a spy in the Clan." Mell stared intently at Ash, observing his reaction. He knew he was taking a bold risk, he had just implied to their enemy that there was a spy in the Clan.

“There was a notification, I sent guards, and at first nothing was seen, but one of my most experienced men decided to check the caves and found Warner, wounded, trying to heal himself and with nothing but the clothes he was wearing and the wound in his side, an arrow dipped in aconite.” I raised my eyebrows at what that last part meant. Hunters," I muttered, and Duncan nodded in disbelief. “Yes, that's what I thought, but Warner won't say anything,” Duncan said. “He won't talk to anyone but you or Axel. And I'm tired of having to restrain myself from killing him for what he did to my girl.” “I'm sorry, Duncan,” I said honestly. “There's something I want to tell you, which is why I called th