Francis Hetalia Novels & Stories

I bit my lower lip before whispering to Dominic, "Just take it as a compliment." "You never fail to amuse me, wife," Dominic whispered back. Just as I thought things were starting to calm down, one of Dominic's security guards came in. "Sir." Dominic looked at his man and gave a slight nod, indicating for him to say whatever he wanted to say. "Young Master Francis Hemenez is outside." I felt my stomach drop. What is Francis doing here now? I looked at Dominic, whose expression immediately darkened. "He's accompanied by Ms. Anna Cruz."

My son is being held by Francis; he’s got a large needle in one hand, which he’s holding over my son like some kind of deadly knife. “What a disappointment you are.” Francis hisses at me. “Trained to kill Alphas and rid the world of shifters. Not only do you fuck one, but you also give birth to this blood abomiation.” I bare my teeth at Francis as he insults my child; my son screams and wavers his tiny fists in the air, he’s only a day old, and he already knows his life is in danger.

Derek’s POV It was Francis, the Alpha of the West Ford Pack. I turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a white suit with a pair of golden-edged glasses. It was a stranger’s face but I was not surprised. Francis could change his look as he wanted and speak with different voices. That was his gift, disguise. Just then he used his original voice, so I recognized him. I gave him a why-are-you-here look. “I heard of the fight, too. Will you really allow that girl to be a warrior as long as she wins?”

I say, nodding and trying to hide my smirk. “I’m Francis.” One of them says, stepping forward with a warm welcoming smile on his face as he sticks his hand out in my direction. His dark hair is a mess and his shirt is wrinkled, but his smile is pleasant and his eyes gentle. “You’re the beta?” I guess as he smiles largely.

"This may be blunt and cold but, what's your motivation in joining my hunt?" "W-where did that come from?" "I'll be the first to admit, our chemistry is questionable. Uhh... I'm not exactly a friendly person, but depending on what you say, I-I'll try to adjust..." "How nice of you, Sir Miles!" Why is Francis smiling like a proud father finding out his son has a girlfriend? "What the hell? I-I didn't know you can be kind..." "Neh! What's going on? Are we going to play? Come on! Let's go!"

A sinister smile played upon Francis's lips. "You should have known, Leena. You should have known how much I desire Leia. And yet, you dared to take her from me." Francis's voice was angry, striking Leena hard with his words. She trembled at his outburst. Francis's hand transformed into a claw, and before Leena could shift into her beastly form for protection, Francis ruthlessly ripped her throat open.

Instead, he met the child and bent over to talk to him as the Count and the others hunt on. ‘Hello there, little one.’ Hadrian greeted in a gentle voice. ‘What’s your name?’ ‘I’m Simcha.’ The child answered, one of the men chuckled as Hadrian smiled kindly. ‘Hi, Simcha. I am Francis. Nice to meet you.’ The child smiled at Hadrian, and they talked for a while. When the Count and his friends cannot find any more foxes to hunt, they left to go back to the mansion. Hadrian parted with the others to go back to the study as Albert and Anton followed him where they caught him sitting on the chair and looking out the window.

"It's not that simple. Alpha Francis rules with an iron fist. He has spies everywhere. Anyone who defies him is punished severely." Her words sent a chill down my spine, but they also fueled my resolve. If Alpha Francis ruled through fear and intimidation, then the key to breaking his hold lay in unravelling that web of control. "I need to know more, Seraphina," I said, leaning closer. "Tell me about his allies, his enemies. Tell me about the other packs. There must be those who oppose him, those who see the truth." She hesitated, her eyes filled with uncertainty. But finally, she nodded, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Helena’s ex. “You,” I growled, still trying to free my hands, feeling the rawness of my skin. “You did this?” Francis’s dark eyes gleamed with a strange mix of satisfaction and malice. He walked in slowly, dragging a chair and setting it directly in front of me. He straddled it, staring me down, a wicked smirk pulling at his lips. He looked different—more dangerous, with his long hair tied back by a bandana, giving his face a hardness I hadn’t seen before.

“Lena, I will use the utmost discretion. You have my word.” “Thank you so much.” Lena’s face lights up as she stands up and bows to me.. “Thank you for taking the time to speak with me. It means a lot.” “You’re welcome, Lena. Have a good day.” I nod to her as she makes her way out. When I hear her make it to the stairs and check the time. It’s only eight P.M. in France, so I call Francis. “Bonjour, Alpha Bronx.” Francis answers in his smooth, low tone. It’s loud in the background. “Is everything alright? Lena is healthy?”