Fergus Novels & Stories

"I am the one who runs this part of town. Mendoza crossed the line so now he is dead. If you double-cross me you will die too. Do we have an understanding?" I pressed send and there was an immediate response. ”I understand, you had to do what you had to. May I know the name of the man I am dealing with now." I typed my reply. ”Jensen, Jensen Daniels. I will be in contact." I put the phone away and sat at my desk and sipped on my drink. I took a deep breath and laid my head back, what a day.

“ Darn it! “ He cursed and massage his head. Its been five years since his wife left him, and four years that he lost her eye on her. How can he be so careless? Or his just too confident that time? Nevertheless, he would still find his wife, even if it means seeking the whole world for her. “ You need to be happy man! Join as at the bar later. “ Minmin stated. There are six of them who arrived in Fergus’ office. Sumo, Vaanz, Bella, Sarah, Ariana, and Minmin. Fergus shook his head. “ I still have so many things to do. Enjoy yourselves there. “ He said without even looking at them. They have observed that

Eira mentally swore that if she ever found this Armando guy, she might just do something nasty to him. For a second she wondered who he was and so she looked up to find the winner. And there he was. The referee held his hand up announcing him the winner. She couldn't see his face because his entire face was covered in a black mask except for his lips and dark brown eyes. His brown eyes. Dark, bloodthirsty and fierce.

I'm coming to save you. He tried to call his brother’s mobile line but it wasn't going through. Drake had learned a few tricks. He could track phones and so he did. Luckily, Fergus didn't block his phone. He took his truck and drove out of the Jordans' mansion and into the woods. He knew his brother so well. Fergus is an evil genius and he's always been obsessed about serial killers documentaries and kidnapping tricks. So it's kinda strange that he left his phone open to be easily tracked except….

I could do a fruit salad. I can recognise that face anywhere, the scheming beady eyes and cropped, grey hair. “Mrs Fernsby.” I must force a smile. I don’t particularly want to be talk of the village at church. Especially not after the shameful things I’ve been doing as of late. Should my soul not already be condemned. I’d wager she’s only in her sixties—though leading the life of a grimalkin has left her with an extra odd twenty years to drag around.

well, I’m not quite sure what, she just said it was important. “Do you need your refreshments refilled?” A young man came around to Cassius’ side of the table with a bright cheeky smile. “Um maybe just a little more for me please.” I say as he pours some more champagne into my glass. “What do you think she needs to speak to us about?” Cassius asks when the guy walks away from the table. “That’s a good question, but I think the both of you know the answer.” A voice spoke up from behind us and our heads turned to find Queen Fara walking towards us, the click of her heels sounding loudly against the stone walk way.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

He’s agony flows through mine. It’s a mixed feeling of rage, anger, sympathy, pain, and maddened sadness. Seeing these dead, innocent, werewolves, lying on the ground like they are worthless, breaks all parts of me. I clench my fists in anger, Oliver is pacing back and forth. I withdraw my phone from my pocket, and dial a number. “Get 20 men, come to the Crimson Pacl territory. Now.” I give the orders to my pack member that I call.

Mercile Industries was a drug research and development company that would do anything to make a buck. She watched 416 cautiously as she allowed her gaze to roam over his naked body. His back rose and fell with his breathing but besides blinking, he didn’t otherwise move. She noticed a red mark on his side. With his arms stretched upward she could see it clearly. Ellie hesitated. He could kill her if he broke a chain.

asked Deril. “Yes, he is the Bright River Kingdom healer. According to Zetoma’s allegations, Fergodo is betrayed. He is coming to King Eric. Fergodo has a Red Orchid formula. The formula can turn all animate creatures into scary dangerous monsters. If Fergodo gives the formula to King Eric, then he will use it to take revenge on our Kingdom. Because of the death of his son, Prince Fabian.”