Frank Castle Novels & Stories

Fiona would start in fall and couldn’t wait. “I’m getting married!” Tanisha squealed and the man smiled. “Congratulations.” Skylar smiled. “To who?” “To Frankie!” She laughed. “Are you Frankie?” Skylar asked the man. He gave a deep laugh. “Yes, ma’am. John Franklin, everyone calls me Frankie.” He was a handsome man with bright blue eyes and dark brown hair down to his shoulders and a three-inch goatee. His lips were full, and his nose was broad. They both wore jeans and Harley Davidson T-shirts. Black motorcycle boots covered their feet. He wore a leather vest, and Skylar saw a patch with a wolf on the back. The tattoos on his arm indicated that he had been a mechanic in the army.

Frank lowered his head in shame, he didn't know he'd find his king in that position with the luna. "So where is he?" He asked as they walked down in the quiet hallways of the castle. The sky was so dark, not even a twinkle star was seen nor the moon. If not for the small lights that came from the houses of the pack members, it'd be impossible to see. "In the throne room my lord" Frank answered, moments later they reached the throne room, he opened the door for the king. "My lord" Brutus and the man in question greeted. "Get to it"