Franbow Novels & Stories

Logan calls me ma chérie, Landon gave me the endearment bambina while Lorkan's endearment for me is hermosa. "How's Lorkan doing?" I asked Landon. "Well... after three days of being chained, he's good," he said with a shrug. "What do you mean chained?" I asked with my creased eyebrows. "You see, bambina. Lorkan's mate is from Blue Moon Pack, from the land of Aveion, that's why we have to restrain him because he might do something that will endanger him... or us." "Yes, yes! Our pack really doesn't get along well," Logan interfered.

"I'm sure it would have been air... because who wouldn't want this amazing beautiful power" Tony said, lifting his arms in the air...and I felt a gentle breeze brush against my cheeks like a peck. Show off "Or earth" Micah argued, and lied down on the bed staring at the ceiling. Then with a flick of his fingers, the room was suddenly filled with flower petals of different colors. Tony with an excited smile, moved his arms navigating the all over the room with air. It was always beautiful whenever these boys play with their magic. "or even better fire"

A permanent scowl plastered on his features, which I've grown habitual to. Honestly, I am so used to it that I feel something is wrong with him if I don't see him with it. Here I was hoping he would be late today, but instead he was earlier than other days. Unconsciously, my orbs roam over his features. His raven dark hair was fringed up in perfection, not even a single strain falling out of the place. His pair of thick dark eyebrows and his distinctive light blue orbs with greyish tinge on the base right below the brows.

"Girl! You should see your face right now, peace mocked." "Will you ever be on my side? Ugh!" "No, never she sings." Finally, after five tormenting hours on makeup and hairstyling, they think it's time to set me free. Peace showed me the three dresses, Alex picked for me and honestly, they are all breathtaking. One is a purple sleeveless body con gown that looks fitting. It is neither short nor long. It is beautiful. The other is a long strapless red gown. It shines brightly under the dim light and I can tell that It fit in perfectly, as it curves around my waist nicely but then, it's too revealing for my likeness.

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

~Morfran~ “Are you working on it? We need more of that potion so we can continue to be undiscovered,” Morfran demanded, his eyes never leaving Sabrina, his witch. She was walking around him and his men, producing mists from a liquid potion she had copied from the same mixture Geneva provided. It was made with a scent, only familiar within the lands of the Port of Valmore, and so far, it was working well for them. None of the allied packs were able to detect his group. Their numbers never reduced, despite having walked around the borders of the Blue Moon Pack.

While we were all required to take French in school, I had never quite picked it up. “Bonjour, Alpha Blake and Beta Lucas. I’m going to assume you have news,” Alpha Antoine greeted us in his French Canadian accent. “Good morning, Alpha Antoine. Alpha Blake speaking. One of my patrol officers has informed me that the scent from an unfamiliar werewolf pack was discovered just outside the borders of our pack. We’re concerned that our pack might be being cased. Do you have any information on your end?”

BOOM! Multiple loud sounds accompanied by bunch of orange, red, and other bright colors are currently shooting up in the sky. It creates several patterns, but mostly is thorny circles. Another bright yellow color is whirling in spiral before scattered into sparks. And again, another comet-like-fireworks is being shot, creating dazzling lights up there. Most of people are filming and taking photos, thus causing me to get extra sparkling lights from their phone. Everything was extremely beautiful to the point I didn’t realize it’s been twenty minutes since the show started. The staff announces from a speaker, that the next fireworks will be at twelve, which is more than half an hour from now.

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”

It was necessary to soothe their hearts. While they communed in that mood, something transpired. There sounded a strange noise from an unknown source. A human voice screamed like a man who was near the edge of death, as though he was clubbed with a weapon. He shrieked again and stopped. The men jerked away from the ground in fright. Had they not scanned the area, and unanimously concluded that no one apart from them was present there? Another trouble yet unseen loomed around them, as what affected a brother, affected the rest. As they paced forward, following the direction of where the sound came, Jonah appraised his brothers’ faces, one after the other, and seeing that his friend, the brown