Gnawsher Lair Novels & Stories

***** # IN AN UNDERGROUND BASEMENT IN WARSAW. "ALERT...ALERT... ALERT" The men in a glass hall with series of computers block their ears. "ACCESS DENIED... UNKNOWN SOURCE" They were terrified of what they heard and saw,the only thing the team is used for is to keep location of the slaves in Emeryk lair and none had ever escaped it until now.

The Iron Claw Pack, home to the infamous Alpha Hunter Slade Carson… "This is going to be hard, Hunter doesn’t deal his hands in political matters." Gamma Grayson said as we stared that the huge iron walls that surrounded the back, foot-long blades crowned the wall and every two metres apart I saw there were guards on watch duty. But as suspected by Gamma Grayson, there was not one Obsidian Shadow pack wolf here. "What are those…" I murmured, seeing something move from around the walls. "His moat, a moat full of serpents." Ryan added with a low whistle. "I thought it was a damn joke…"

Forensic teams had moved in to gather evidence and process everything while soldiers flushed out any fugitives trying to run like rats abandoning a sinking ship. Lucas was relieved to have Nathaniel off his hands. Never had he met anyone he hated more than that vile and pathetic excuse for a werewolf. It had been a long night but it was far from over and Lucas had no doubt in his mind that it would be a few more long hours before he could even try and sleep.

I pecked her cheek hurriedly left the room, the pack and lurched in the wild. ***** The trails I followed led to an abandoned lair strewn with dark carcasses, skulls, ruins and body decays of rodents and people who met wild beasts. The sick smell of decay permeated the air, my nose scrunched in disgust and disapproval. Did Fiona make these confusing trails and if she did, she knew I was coming but what purpose does it serve? Someone was standing in the middle of the lair close to a cave the shape is that of a woman covered under a black veil.

Liam’s boots crunched against the frost-bitten metal grating as he descended into the bowels of the abandoned facility. The air smelled of ozone and decay, a mix that made his stomach churn and his claws twitch with barely contained fury. Somewhere deep inside, a machine hummed, pulsing like the heartbeat of a predator, and Liam could feel it vibrating through his bones. He moved carefully, shadows stretching like claws along the walls, every corner threatening an ambush. He knew this facility—he’d heard the whispers of what Stain and his Purist scientists were capable of—but nothing in his worst imaginings had prepared him for the horrors awaiting below.

The silence of Istanbul’s underground tunnels was deceptive. What appeared to be abandoned, damp stone corridors whispered with secrets—every drip of water echoing like a warning. The deeper the team went, the clearer it became: Lazarus had carved his lair into the very underbelly of the ancient city.

Clutching their heads as their own enchantments turned against them. Ligon roared and leapt into the fray, silver green energy erupting around him. He cut through them like a storm, each motion savage, precise, and breathtakingly brutal. When the last Siren fell, the entrance was painted in light and blood, the echoes of song dissolving into silence. They walked in further, till they reached the heart of the lair. The chamber stretched vast and circular, its ceiling lost to the night. A pool of glassy water lay at its center, glowing faintly with light that seemed to come from within the earth itself. The air smelled of the perfume of salt and decay.

There was scar tissue there which looked like it had not been allowed to heal properly. "Don't you care if he gets an infection?" I wondered, looking at the open wounds. Hearing my voice, the alpha's eyes opened as he moved slightly into the eyes. His eyes glowed with the ocean blue color as his eyes darted from Dr. Dawson to my scared eyes. He suddenly bared his teeth and growled low into the back of his throat, it was a warning sound that made me flinch, but I was aware so I didn't take the step behind Dr. Dawson like I dearly wanted to.

_Chase’s POV_ I stepped into the modest house, my senses on high alert. Laila's tense demeanor and the eerie silence had my wolf growling, ready for any sight of trouble. As I entered the dimly lit room, a pungent smell assaulted my nostrils - sweat, dirt, and something feral. I felt Laila hold her breath next to me, and my eyes adjusted slowly, and what I saw made my blood run cold. A wolf, once a member of our pack, now lay chained to the floor. His eyes, once bright and full of life, had turned wild and vacant. His fur was matted, dirty, and scarred.

A warehouse on the edge of the industrial district, half-forgotten, half-rotting, its windows blacked out, its walls soaked with the stink of rust and old oil and secrets people thought were buried. I came with Leo, Eric, and only the guards I trusted with my life. No palace insignia. No banners. No witnesses. My instincts screamed that whatever waited inside was not meant for a crowd… The doors were locked. They didn’t stay that way for long. The moment the steel groaned open, the world tilted… I stopped, no, froze and so did others. The first thing I saw was blood. Lauren was on the concrete floor, pinned beneath a massive dark wolf whose size defied reason.