Greed All For What Novels & Stories

That was the first sign. I sat at the head of the table and looked at each of them slowly. Nobody held my gaze for long. Except Vance. Vance always held it. "Say what you came to say," I told them. Greaves spoke first. He was careful about it. He always was. "Alpha, the pack is unsettled. What happened today in the courtyard" "Happened," I said. He paused. "Yes. But the manner in which it happened" "It was my choice," I said.

For my powers were stripped off. So I sat there, trapped, forced to listen as my so-called value was tossed back and forth like a game. “Ten million!” “Fifteen!” “Twenty!” “Twenty-five!” The words came sharp and fast, each one hitting me like a dagger. I could feel the greed in the air, thick and choking, as mortals shouted over each other, hungry to claim what they thought was theirs. And then…. “Thirty million!” That voice cut through the room like thunder splitting the sky, sharp and impossible to ignore.

There was nothing worth taking. He’d slept on the floor from the time he was a baby. His clothes were tattered and the cupboards desolate. He’d never received a gift for any reason. There was literally nothing in the house to take. And it was their fault… all of it. His mother could’ve been a better mother, or at least a decent one, if only they hadn’t ruined her. Darius learned the hard way that some people were just greedy, out to get their hands on everything. Well, he made his mother a promise that they’d pay. They’d pay if it was the last thing he did.

Steeze= -0 Aura = -1 billion And eventually Common sense… Never had one!

In his hand was a trash bag. I was about to say hello when my eyes caught the figure above his head. My smile froze. There, glowing in vivid red, was the number: 1,111. The worst part was that it was still fluctuating. My blood ran cold. That was pure bloodlust. It was a raw, undisguised intent to kill. I had never seen such a high value before. I once came across a creep on the subway at 300, and I thought that was bad.

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I don't care if anyone sees me or if I end up on the news my anger will never let this man go free. "Listen, dude, I didn't come here to play. I came here for answers. Now quit playing and tell me what being a grey wolf means." His smile isn't there anymore, he looks as confused as ever. "I'm not playing with you Chloe, you were born a grey werewolf. Your father was a grey werewolf, you're a grey werewolf. Grey werewolves are more powerful than regular werewolves, grey wolves are also the only breed of werewolves to not be controlled by the moon. You all can turn at will and it won't even hurt." He chuckles. "Y'all are lucky bastards."

He didn’t like not following a conversation, in the least. “I own them all.” Savage shifted slowly. “All in Grier.” “No, Lad.” Bast said softly as he finished the stairs and rounded the bannister. “All of them in Ardae. You weren’t leaving the purchase requests for me, persay. You were leaving them for all the owners.” Bast said as understanding dawned. Savage’s face darkened. “Indeed.” Savage rubbed his jaw thoughtfully before his gaze levelled on Bast. “You won’t sell a single one because you hold all the commerce from them and ensure there’s no rival competitions for your ale or goods by owning them all.”

“Evergreen needs joy after such dark times.” I smiled sweetly. “I only want what’s best for the pack.” A lie. But no one needed to know that. Edmund wrapped a protective arm around me from behind, pulling me closer, kissing the side of my head. His eyes were bright, happy, stupidly in love. “My Luna asked for a celebration,” Edmund said proudly. “So the whole pack shall celebrate. Tonight, Evergreen rejoices!” “How lovely,” I purred, resting my hand on his chest.