Fantastic Beasts Kowalski Novels & Stories

the driver asked. “In the Light Bar,” Aisha responded. She thinks she might go to the bar and need a drink to forget what happened a while ago. “I will fucking kill that girl with your husband, Aisha! I will fucking kill her! How are they making you cry, and that asshole! How dare he hurts you?!” Kai—her wolf, was understandably more aggressive than usual. Aisha held onto her chest; she could still hear the loud beating of her heart; Kai was about to go and take over her body, “Calm down, Kai. I settled that already; keep quiet,”

"It was fun watching you making a fool of yourself." I rolled my eyes, blocking him. That's the only thing I can do. I would've really punched him if he were a person. "That would be like punching yourself. Remember, we share the same body." I thought I blocked him. Guess I didn't. He owns my consciousness so... this wolf doesn't go by rules. I clapped hands to get their attention, "Alright, werewolves. I have something to tell you all." Janice gasped, "Wait, you really are constipated?"

She looked like a high schooler who had a crush on one of the hottest guys in class, whereas she was a 200 hundred-year-old Faewolf. Miriam had been a maid the day she was born and now grew into serving the BlueMoon pack, She and Iasha had now become best of friends since Iasha was not allowed to associate with any Faewolf. The trip to Iasha's bride-to-be's house was a very quiet one, which made Iasha more worried that something was just not right "Mom, is everything okay?" "Huh", Mrs Owens was lost for a moment and forgot how to act, " I mean everything is fine.... What could possibly go wrong?"

He said to Master Ralph in horror, “The Holy Beast… The Holy Beast Kylin has gone mad! It rushed out of the cave before it started injuring many disciples and two Elders!” What?

he taunted. Realizing they had truly been discovered, the figure finally stepped out from hiding. "You won't escape today, Chase Collins! This day next year will be the anniversary of your death!" he declared confidently. "Who are you?" Chase asked. He was puzzled by the vaguely familiar face. He was unable to recall where he had seen him before. The man's expression twisted in frustration. He was infuriated that the target of his hatred did not even remember him. "Chase, you're too arrogant! I'm Albus Hawkins, the chief hall master of the Martial Soul Hall!"

Jószef wasn't altogether sure that had changed much. "Of course. If anyone could understand what those women are, it's Rhys Davis. I've known him for centuries. He and Alistair Alexander are the most powerful Weres in all of North America. With these women as their mates, they could become even more powerful, if they so chose. But I think they will prove to be more circumspect than their Hungarian predecessors." Guillame Bertrand had been the European Archivist since leaving the Council one hundred and fifty years ago after the Vlkolak debacle. It had sickened him then and it still did to this day. Maybe he could make it right now, at least for this generation. "How long until we land?" Jósz

My heart pounded as I watched the King approach with the council of elders, their steps slow, deliberate, the weight of the moment pressing down on all of us. They moved toward the center of the square where the beast had been laid down by the strong werewolves. Right beside it lay the Fulak beast—once terrifying, now looking small, almost inconsequential. The strange beast dwarfed it, so massive and heavy that it had taken more than thirty men to drag it from the forest into the square. The King had even sent more men to assist because they hadn’t allowed us to help them with our magic.

Drew shouted at his back. ------ “This is Kyle.” “Are you the one interested in buying witches?” Lewis asked. “Could be,” Kyle’s annoying voice replied. “I need to speak with your boss,” demanded Lewis. “You can speak with me, arsehole.” “I don’t think you can make me a realistic offer on what I’m selling. I’d prefer to go straight to the source of the cash.” “What are you selling?” Kyle asked, his curiosity getting the best of him. “A white wolf/white witch hybrid, who can perform magic in both human and wolf forms,” replied Lewis, knowing he now had Kyle’s full attention.

For now. Damon tightened his arms around me, holding me against him as I held our son. Fabiano Lombardi was a villain king, a beast who ruled all other monster. The king of beasts. Damon Petrakis was no prince charming but he was a simple knight sent to the castle of king by my friend, Gideon. Damon was a knight. And I was the princess who didn't get her prince charming. Even thought I didn't have my prince charming, I didn't deserve a monster.

“Do not die. This pack needs you. Both of you.” We started walking. The forest grew darker. Colder. The trees became twisted. Wrong. Like they were frozen mid-scream. After two hours, Kade stopped. “We are being followed,” he said. I smelled it too. Wolf. But not a normal one. This scent was tainted. Cursed. “One of the Council’s wolves?” I asked. “Maybe. Or something worse.” We kept walking. Faster now. The presence behind us grew closer. More aggressive. Then I heard it. A howl. Long. Mournful. Hungry.