El Líder Del Juego Del Calamar Novels & Stories

I had told them we were playing a special game called The Silly King. They were vibrating with excitement, hiding behind my wide, floral skirts as we approached the armchair where Alaric sat, staring blankly at a portrait on the wall. "Señor Alaric," I rasped, my voice a soothing, grandmotherly hum. "The moon is high. The spirits of the mountain say you are the chosen leader of the flock tonight." Alaric blinked at me. His eyes were unfocused, his tie loosened until it hung like a noose. "The flock? Yes... I am the leader. I am... the big sheep."

said Cali. "Who? I asked curiously. "Your leader, human," said Cali. "Your leader is Alpha Deucalion and I uncle." My eyes widen. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. All along our leader was a werewolf.

Was Kalder spending too much time away from the water? Coco Domingo led her guests up the stairs, and Kalder wished he could follow. This was the long game, and he'd take his time getting to know all the players. He might seem aimless, but he was still in line to rule the Vibrio pod. Kalder would protect his kin from all threats. The ocean called. Perhaps he'd go for a swim at sunrise. Standing, he reached out his hand. One last kill before he returned to the deep. "Baby, should we go back to my place?"

He is the type who can never say no to any game or bet, especially as it involves his genius play and hands to play with his band. “Tsk!” now smirking and hook with the gambling scenario, yet not at hand, and in front of him, he taunts with the words and asking. “Your call.” Declaring as he made the move to let Clay move first and in front, he glances at his bandmate where it all nods in agreement and respect to his decision as to the leader, lead guitarist, and very vocalist of the band. Clay nods as his gang gave him a fist bump and quickly supports him through and through. Now and with smug and very confidence unto his face, he set the deal of the game they four is all but an expert with.