Finn And Poe Novels & Stories

From across the room, Finn’s voice sliced through the moment with disapproval. “Father, that’s disgusting. If you want to flirt with your mistress, do it where I can’t watch.” Leo turned to his son, a grin tugging at his lips despite Finn’s harsh tone. “Flirt with my mistress?” he repeated, amusement evident. “Eloise isn’t my mistress, Finn. She’s going to be your stepmother.” Finn crossed his arms, his expression a mix of disbelief and irritation. “Step-mother,” he scoffed.

well, let's party shall we! The atmosphere soon lit up as everyone started laughing and dancing . Nick was dancing with Miranda and Claudia with their father. After some time they switched partners and Miranda was dancing with her dad. They danced for a while before Miranda saw Ken and Eric standing in the dark, she excused herself and went to talk them. Before going, one of Mr Cooper's friends started talking to him about fishing. "Hello gentlemen, I wasn't expecting you but you're welcome. Please join us. " Eric did a flimsy curtsey and went to talk to Nick who was still slow dancing with Claudia.

Finley asked through the mindlink. I hesitated, not wanting to be outside with her in the full moon. But if I didn’t join Finley she wouldn’t be able to run around freely. I took off my clothes and shifted. Finley took off and I followed, she was fast and she seemed to enjoy being this free. Zane seemed to like Finley’s wolf, because he kept chasing her and playing with her. It must have looked strange, two large wolves playing together like two puppies. I didn’t notice it until it was too late, the sun had set and the full moon was in the sky. I looked at Finley and Zane and me said “mate” simultaneously. Finley must have felt it too, because she ran away from me back to the forest line wh

His scent, usually timid and almost apologetic, now carried a note of desperation. Hera paused before him, the moonlight casting her elongated shadow across his trembling form. "Finn," she said, her voice low, but laden with the weight of authority and disappointment. "I need to understand what happened last night." Finn flinched, the word "happened" echoing like a whip crack in the night air. He stammered, his voice barely a whisper, "I… I couldn't control it, Princess. The moon, it was like fire in my veins. I… I attacked…"

Then Jasper came over. Jasper was Finn’s classmate and also lived nearby. He had come to drop off a puzzle set they had planned to play with. “Why do you look like that?” Jasper asked. Finn held up the tablet. “No one wants to watch the new animation with me.” Jasper looked at him. “I can watch it with you.” Finn’s face brightened a little. “Really?” “Yes.” So the two boys sat in the sitting room and watched the animation together. Finn slowly relaxed. He laughed at some parts, pointed at the screen, and told Jasper which character was the strongest.

The wolf's amber eyes widens over the iris, and his canines protrude into the corners of his mouth. Andreas and I flew up from the chairs in the second, Martin threw himself over Finn, but we were stopped by a brigade of rifles pointing straight at us. “You are surrounded. The cartridges are filled with storm-hat extract. It is a very effective poison, even for Ulfhednar”. Finn says without showing the slightest sign of fear. "You do not have a chance, so please put me down". Martin bares his teeth and tightens his grip. "How about you let us out and you survive”. His voice has deepened.

They dragged Dante out into the rain, his knees hitting the wet asphalt. "You're in no position to bargain, Moretti," Vane coughed, straightening his suit. "You're a ghost. And ghosts don't talk." As Dante was dragged toward the intake block, he looked up at the stormy sky. He could feel the connection—the "Lethal Bond"—pulsing like a live wire. She was alive. She was hunting. And the poison of their shared secrets was finally beginning to infect the world above.

Poe reached out a tentative hand and Hunter reappeared, the tips of Poe’s finger’s so close that it almost grazed Hunter’s brow. “That is the how of it.” They setup camp just within the tree line and Poe pulled from his rucksack some dried venison and hard cheese. “I’m curious about the link you share with Tete,” Poe said between bites, returning to their earlier conversation. “You say you experience what the other feels?”

There are times where I know for a fact I wouldn’t have succeeded in a fight if it hadn’t been for Finn and Nash. After ten minutes of jogging, I came to a halt when Finn held his finger up. Silently, I tip toed closer, ensuring I was light enough on my feet not to disturb the fawn about twenty feet ahead. I stepped up beside Finn watching as a doe joined the fawn, watching her for a moment before leaning down, and sipping from the same stream. The two of us stood in complete silence, watching the mother and its baby until they quietly trotted away. “You may speak now,” Finn crossed his arms over his chest, and I sighed. “For as much shit as you give me for exploiting you,” I narrowed my eye

"Why is everyone looking like this?" Finn, still in my arms, tugged at my collar, pulling back to look at me. "Mommy, look," he whispered, pointing at the book Theo was holding. "That’s the broken wing I saw. The day I saw things from the water in the garden.” My heart skipped a beat. I gently set Finn down and went ahead to collect the book Theo was holding. I looked down at the page he left open in between his fingers. It was an old record of Northern myths and mercenary guilds. On the open page was the sketch of a single, snapped wing. Hunters of the Silver Moon.