Futuristic Four Novels & Stories

There was always a catch, Zara and I thought as I narrowed my eyes at the four sexy and brooding men sitting in seats across the table from me. “They must continue to submit to their Alpha King, and agree to a mating of his choosing, with a pod.” Colt stated clearly looking me directly in the eyes. Goddess his eyes…just looking into them made me feel all tingly all over and get all fuzzy on the inside. ‘I’m your all fuzzy inside. There ain’t no more room in here for anythin’ else! Ya got that?!’ Zara quickly interjected to remind me. I just had to chuckle at her silly snide remarks at times.

Fours deep voice breathed out as I felt his heat from his body radiate towards my own making me want to shift around, his hot breath was on my neck and between that and him screaming directions I couldn't concentrate. I took a deep breath attempting to ignore the fact that today Four was wearing the tightest white t shirt I have ever seen, his muscles literally ripping threw so when I looked that's all I could see. The last few days that's all I could think about and I needed to knock it out of my head. I shouldn't be falling this fast. He's unpredictable. And not to mention he's a bloody animal, I needed to remind myself nothing had changed. "Okay slowly lift your leg" Fours hand landed on

The crystal flared white, and a holographic display shimmered into existence in the middle of the hallway. ​It was a map of the globe, but it was not the world I knew. It was a projection of the future as the Architects had envisioned it. There were no cities, no forests, and no oceans. There was only a singular, interconnected grid of silver and grey, a planetary machine where every living thing was a standardized component. There was no room for the Sovereign or the Alpha in this vision. There was only the Mute.

“The stronger the wolf, the more mates they can sustain bonds with. Four mates means you’re much more powerful than anyone knows.” Despite the indignation that coursed through me—having a fourth mate felt like a curse, not a blessing—part of me was curious about what this mysterious fourth mate might be like. Was he another cocky asshole like Lucas? Another brooding jerk like Rowan? Or something else entirely? But mostly, I just hoped I never ran into him. Three mates were already more trouble than I knew what to do with. “Can we continue training?” I asked. “I want to get stronger so I can figure out how to deal with the Elders.”

Their bodies started moving like four closely connected cogs of a machine. All four of them were now starting to sync their moves. Each of them had their individuality and yet their combat pattern, extrapolated to the other three. Each of their hands have started to flicker with glints and spark of their weapon. A four fold synergy rushed though their patterns and combined to give birth to a decentralized genesis of four separate consciences working towards a single goal. The pace with which these four now started moving was almost no slower than the Angel herself. The synergy and collaboration that the four of them achieved was not something anyone could do. It's like all four of them could

'He wasn't your mate, Alvara. We ran close to the road but still far enough out of sight that humans won't get too suspicious. From what I could gather, the four men shared an internal link with each other. Ciaran would get a vacant look within his eyes every now and again, driving Ozias to run in front of him, just in case he couldn't fully understand what was happening outside of his body.

Fifteen years ago..... Unknown pov “Sir she has arrived,” one of my best men said “Fine, send the others to go pick her up at the airport” I replied “Yes sir” he replied before leaving “Charles, are you still there?” I asked through the air pod “Yes sir” he replied “Any update?” I asked “They just left the building now. They are on their way to a family dinner” he replied “Keep them on close range. Hope they guys are going as planned?” I asked

“Worth a shot “, Venus said shrugging her shoulders. “Spring’s flowers•Summer’s heat •Autumn’s fall• Winter’s Ice AUTUMN PACK Draco had just eaten lunch and was very satisfied. He stretched his long legs on the recliner in his office while staring into oblivion. The thinking was something he did often and getting lost in his thoughts was his favorite pastime. Clad in tattoos from neck down, he played with his dangling ear piercing. A knock on the door. The most irritating sound he’d ever heard. Second to slurping. “What?”, he said, his deep smooth voice echoing in his naked room.

The air in the penthouse of the Thorne-Vance New York Spire didn't smell like soot or ozone. It smelled of White Jasmine and Ancient Books—a curated atmosphere that cost more per minute than the average citizen made in a year. Hope Thorne-Vance, now twenty years old, stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass. Below her, the New York of 2046 was a hyper-efficient web of liquid carbon and magnetic rail, a city rebuilt by the "Thorne Optimization Protocols" that had been quietly released into the world two decades ago.