Florian Triangle Monsters Novels & Stories

What a monster. ************

Gideon made for the door fast, mumbling a prayer under his breath. Lucian followed, expression carved from ice. “You play with forces you don’t understand,” he said quietly. Mama Delphine smiled without looking at him. “And you think you do. Dat’s why it’s funny.” Jax lingered. He’d seen monsters, but this? This was worse. It was old. Older than the blood in his veins. He turned to leave and froze. He turned. Marie had moved. Her head turned toward him, eyes glowing faintly in the firelight, and for the first time, something that almost looked like a smile touched her lips.

That will be a surprise for when the Red One arrives. I continue barking out orders, directing acolytes and warriors to prepare the scene for the Crones’ arrival, as well as for the creatures that will come after to clean up. The rougarou. Madame Marie Delphine LaLaurie. The Honey Island Swamp Monster. The Grunch. Flatboat Annie. Letiche. All of them will take their share of the sacrifices. The persistent buzzing at the back of my mind from the coin grates on my nerves like an annoying fly. With a growl, I yank the chain from around my neck and hurl the coin across the room.

Dalton praised Tiana. "We will stay here for tonight princess," Dalton said when they finally stopped moving, "the monsters usually roam around at night, and they tend to be more ferocious and are quite harder to deal with." “Monsters?" Tiana asked as she sat on a stone. "They are the monsters like the ogre, man-eating baboons and savage birds and some still unknown. They are much stronger and more troublesome than the others." Dalton explained. "There are many other kinds of wild creature roaming about here too. And many of them are deadly. It would be best that we do not encounter any of them in the course of our journey. let's just hope for the best and prepare for the worst."

Bogo implored, desperate for their assistance. Tricc swiftly knelt beside Bogo, his brothers by his side. The three siblings, each possessing a unique gift, knelt solemnly before Bogo, sensing the imminent danger looming over RiverBay Pack. With a shared nod, the triplets raised their hands, creating a protective barrier around Bogo as they focused their combined energies on breaking Floridia's hold over him.

“He sent a man and he hurt us.” Troy stumbled to his cot and landed ass first on the flimsy bed. The steel frame groaned and buckled under his weight. “What did the man do?” “He hurt us,” Monster said again. “Who is us?” “Me and Vortigen.” “Who is Vortigen?” “My wolf.” “Troy said your wolf doesn’t have a name.” Monster’s eyes twinkled mischievously and he held a finger to his lips. “He doesn’t know. It’s our secret. Troy hates us.”

My blood turned instantly cold as it clicked— They were the triplets— Sylver, Cassian and Rylan! “Gods!” I whimpered, hiding myself carefully away from their view. They were vicious monsters with red burning eyes. They had claws so sharp that a sword would shrink. My knees started trembling as my mind exploded in a million thoughts. Lyon had exiled them— did they become like this there? How? They were totally lifeless, cutting down everything and anything… Did they come for Lyon? But he wasn’t here. So that didn’t make any sense because I have read enough about creatures to know that they had a great sense of smell.

“Children?” Florian’s jaw tightens in response. I can understand his sensitivity to this matter. Florian’s father indulged in drugs and, as a result, murdered his mate and Florian’s younger sister when Florian’s mother refused to give him money for the drugs. That is one of the reasons why Florian wanted to be assigned to the task force I created to monitor the drugs the vampires are creating.

It’s more about building up my stamina and core strength again. Flora makes me run laps, both in human and wolf forms, whenever we go on our afternoon walks out in the forest, and in the mornings, I do a lot of push-ups and sit-ups. On a night or day, if needed, I punch a punching bag until I’ve worked out my anger. After 6 weeks of straight strength and core training, Flora began sparring with me, first in hand-to-hand combat, then gladly began introducing weapons, such as chobos, as she calls them. But my personal favorite is the sais.