Faith Buffy Novels & Stories

The commander spoke as they headed out the door. Christopher grinned. "I'm not Beast anymore." Bruce cocked his head in surprise. "You do know that we called you Beast because of how you are out on the field, right? The way you went through Crucible and everything else you tackle is what makes you a beast." Christopher shrugged. "I guess I didn't know that. But it didn't bother me. I don't mind being called Beast by you guys…" He left the rest unsaid and headed out of the room.

When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained. The little shit fired off a sloppy shot as I came at him. His movements were slow, almost clumsy - a reminder of his human frailty. And I dodged the bullet, not that it would’ve mattered much since my pain tolerance and healing ability were far above average. He fell backward and my wolf snarled, wanting to clamp its teeth around his throat. “Please.” He tried to get away, crab-walking backward; his face nearly green. “Here. Here’s a purse. It’s got money in it. I-I saw the broad go to the ATM.”

When I pushed out the front door Beau followed in my wake I stopped in my tracks stunned, everything was eerily still. Everything that is, except for the wind that whipped in a vortex around her. Angry and chaotic, her loose shirt moved with it. She appeared to be a goddess of the wind. It was my fault, I shut out the Beast and wolf’s instincts, I needed to apologize as a man, somewhere along the way I had apparently lost that bit of myself, a part of my humanity to the rest of it all. I stepped closer. “Wyatt,” Beau called in a warning. I ignored him. One of her arms hugged around her waist, still holding the damn cookie. The other cradled the cup of coffee to her chest. ‘She cries over cof

Sam's voice became raised in her anxiety. Vulcan knowing how close the woman and his Prez were, grabbed her and wrapped her up in a massive hug. "He's gone, Sam. He ran after something or someone outside of the compound and was obviously taken. Now, we have to find him." Vulcan put his hands on her shoulders and steadied her as she took in the news. "We will find him, Sam. Cabi is already on the hunt. He's digging up information. Right now, the thing I need from you is stability. These men and women know who you are and what you are to this club. They are going to look to you for guidance." At her stuttering, he shook her. "Stop! You can't afford to lose it. They are watching you. Any sign o

I argued. “ You always forget, Bunny.” Cassius leaned closer to my ears and whispered. “ I don't have sex, I fuck. For the rules of fucking, kissing is a sin.” He stepped back after he had whispered into my ears, and a short but devilish smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he watched me. I remained freezed, as shock and bewilderment overwhelmed me. Who on this fucking earth fucks without kissing? No one but Cassius fucking Riven.

enough. Ryder looked at her with uncertainty. “Is it Zane?” she asked. She could see that it was, a cold fear grabbed her. “Is - is he alive?” she asked. “Yes.” Ava felt relived flood her system. “Is he hurt?” she got no reply, but she could see that he was. “Are other hurt as well?” There was another silent yes. “Are we under attack?” Ryder drew in a deep breath and rubbed his eyebrows. “We don’t know. The boss was ambushed, he phoned back to tell us. One seriously injured and the rest of them just has minor injuries. But we can’t be certain if this place is the next target so we have mobilised all defences and we are preparing to take care of them when they get back, it should be any seco

Sapphire held Hale in her arms. She hadn’t even blinked when the barriers had gotten broken and a giant chakram moving round and cutting through various soldiers. She didn’t flinch as the steel butterflies sliced through Supernaturals left and right and they fell. She wasn’t bothered that the creatures were back and barreling through. She held him, his face close to her neck as she rocked side to side. She was open, she was vulnerable in the midst of the struggle, in the midst of the carnage. She didn’t even question why she wasn’t dead yet.

Our Alpha can be pretty cool. "With the moon goddess forever by your side, you can open your eyes" the cheesy phrase is said, and we do. I do. I get hit with sandalwood and pine so fucking hard it makes me dizzy. My wolf is whining and making my nerves flood my system. My eyes roam the crowd of people, and then in the corner of my eye, I see, I feel Axton staring at me. I turn my head slightly, and my wolf howls. MATE!

"It looks like you aren't used to people being around you." "It seems so." Vicky smiled." We only want to be your friends." "I'm Maggie and this is Lipa," The third girl said, introducing herself and the fourth girl. "I find it cute that you, Blade's daughter, are quite nervous with girls like us. Your mother is famous for slaying beasts." Ahaa! I screamed in my head. This is why they were here. They know Zara is my real mother. It's no surprise I could feel the sudden change around me. People smiling, waving, and now asking to be my friends.

It took me back, the feeling, to when I’d come back after a long day of playing at the city park to find that my father had been shot through the head twice, pieces of his brain matter dropping from the low ceiling of the shed and his finger still tightly coiled over the trigger as bullet cases glinted in the low light. Silver bullet cases. “Are you saying the Council Order of Elders of the mountain city has something to do with this?” I managed to grumble out through the lump that had filled the lengthy expanse of my throat. “All I knows Mr. Bayes, tis that something’s not right Lycan. We know the Hybrids can shape-shift, you've got to perform a christening once we reach the mountain city.”