Fair Warning Novel Novels & Stories

This is my first try at a werewolf story, so please pardon my mistake. This book is purely fiction, any resemblance of the names and places written in it to that of real life is a coincidence. Thank you for opening. Happy reading. Glory T!na ***A few words to look out for. I'll be adding them up will I finish the book Premier Shifting:

Just as firm. A beat of silence followed,thick, electric. Then Rafael smiled. It was slow. Dangerous. The kind of smile that started at one corner of his mouth and spread like spilled ink, revealing a flash of white teeth and a hint of something predatory. It made people either back down or make very bad decisions. “Maybe if you spent less time playing head nurse and more time paying attention,” he said, voice carrying just loud enough for the entire ward to hear, “you wouldn’t fall behind.”

he slowly warned and uttered each word in a deliberate manner. I tapped the phone screen to make sure it was turned off, shoved it across the desk, and looked him dead in the eye. "Oh, so does your freedom come in installments, Mr. Radcliffe? I might've unlocked internet access today, so do I have to unlock my breathing rights tomorrow? "Should I get you a VIP card so I can earn points and redeem them for awards? Maybe I should set up a system where I spend 10,000 points for an outdoor walk and 100,000 points to speak to another man."

he warned, his voice low as he stepped even closer, making my chest tighten. “I know that. Why were you calling me?” I asked, finally meeting his gaze, though my breath was still uneven. “There’s a new inmate,” he replied, turning and walking away, his tone calmer now. “Really? We got another troublemaker?” I scoffed, a faint smirk forming as I followed him, my curiosity creeping in despite myself. “Who is he? Another shoplifter? A petty thief? Or some small-time criminal?” “In for murder. A mass murderer, to be exact,” he answered flatly.

Surprisingly , my fingers didn’t shake when I picked it up, but my wolf let out a low, warning growl bubbling in my chest. I wasn't prey. I shouldn't be. Shit.

It was risky, and she was aware of the potential dangers, but the sense of urgency she felt was undeniable. To navigate this treacherous path, Lyra decided to enlist the help of Kieran Dax, a notorious Memory Broker. Kieran was a morally ambiguous figure who operated in the murky waters of high-stakes memory trades. Known for his charm and his penchant for bending the rules, he was someone Lyra had worked with in the past, though she had never fully trusted him. His reputation for getting results, regardless of the means, made him a necessary ally in situations where traditional methods fell short. Lyra’s decision to contact Kieran wasn’t one she made lightly. She knew his services came at a

My father’s warnings had already been relentless these past few days, and the constant reminder of my betrothal to Sage was like a chain tightening around my neck. Still, I nodded. It was easier than arguing, and besides, I didn’t want her to sense how conflicted I felt inside. The rest of the day passed in a blur of preparations. I helped string wildflowers across the tables, their colors vivid against the pale wood. Children darted past me, laughing, their wolves only just beginning to awaken, their energy wild and unpredictable. The elders sat under the shade of the great oak, murmuring among themselves about old alliances and rivalries that tonight’s gathering might either heal—or rip op

Lillian River's POV - TW - Drugs, kidnapping, torture, blood, death. Continue at your own risk. My phone buzzed. I didn't jump - I felt it before it even lit up. Like a ripple across my spine. Something in my ears hummed, like a warning. Something bad was going to happen, something dangerous. I grabbed the phone from the kitchen counter, ignoring the mug of tea steeping beside me. The screen lit up the moment the phone was in my hand. I saw the notification. It was a message from Arte.

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He planted a bomb in a pack nearby that will go off tonight. King William knows the wolves are weak at killing the innocent, so that's why they cannot defeat him. In contrast, I am King William, and I will always win because I have no scruples. During my war with the wolves, everyone and every age suffered collateral damage. As King William looks towards the small pack in the distance, he sees a huge puff of smoke in the sky. A wicked smile was on his face. He turns and walks into the castle.