Hal G Novels & Stories

From warning. “They came in full force,” she said. Kael stood behind her, arms crossed. “They’re trying to intimidate.” “Then they’ve never met me.” --- The council was assembled in the Great Hall by midmorning. Warriors lined the walls. Tension crackled like lightning waiting to strike. Kael and Luna entered together, hand in hand. The central figure stepped forward. Tall. Lean. Hair silver and eyes like winter steel. “Alpha Merek,” Kael greeted stiffly.

I get out of the hospital and as soon as the cool air hits my skin I change. "Let's go to mate." Tilly says to me and with her full strength she runs. We get to the clearing where Dax is and I see him fighting a rouge and it is a close battle. The rouge is huge as well. It must be the Alpha of the rouge pack. I see his Dad our Alpha in the floor dead, that must be why Dax was in do much pain. I start to head towards him when I hear a voice behind me. "Well well well look who has finally decided to show up." I turn back into my human form and say

the woman murmured. Recently, her stomach seems to be hit by something. Every Fiona filled her with any food or drink, always regurgitated. Fiona only knew if her ulcer recurred, so she took some medicine to neutralize her stomach acid. However, everything is in vain. The female placed the pen next to the document. Her head has been dizzy since just now. Not because of thinking about some ongoing projects in the company, but rather because of something turbulent from within her. Fiona moved off the chair, headed for the bathroom, and spit out all her guts there.

"Her old grandma that is sick of a brain tumor. Hazel is the one that is looking after her after Samara eloped" "Oh, I see" "I am so sorry for the trouble she caused you. She is not always like this. During Halloween season, she always acts weird" Hazel said and all this while, Willow did not respond to whatever they said as she was deep in thought. "Who is the Piper she is talking about? She kept talking about blood, vaccine, rituals, zombies, and a man on a momo mask" the sheriff glanced at Willow who was staring into space now. "Oh, Piper is our friend"

But the most difficult part of this operation had undoubtedly been the alligators. Fuck those animals. More than one tough and well-trained agent had jumped scare thanks to those primitive beings. Needless to say, I had been reminded of my mother more than a dozen times. "Eagles in position,” Pierre muttered in my ear. "Stun grenades,” I ordered. Within three seconds, we saw how the interior of the warehouse went blank and a deafening sound filled the place. That was the signal the teams needed to act. Gunshots and exclamations from the Recc’s group were heard automatically.

Great smiled. Seeing that gleam in her eyes, Halle raised her hands in surrender and quickly got off the floor. “I’m up!” She exclaimed hurriedly, her eyes widened with trepidation as she looked at that glass that was filled to the brim with ice. Knowing who Greta was, Halle knew she wouldn’t hesitate to dump all that ice on Halle’s skin if she deemed it necessary… Greta found a lot of crazy actions necessary to get her point across so Halle wasn’t going to take any chances.

I said, making him chuckle. The moment we entered the great hall, the pack members straightened, their greetings shifting. Not just “Alpha.” Now, “Alpha. Luna.” It wasn’t forced anymore. It was respect. And it was a value that I didn’t even think I would have here. Not when I knew that most saw me as a stranger when I first got here.

Putting him high upon the committee. As he watches the class empty, Halo rakes slim fingers through his shoulder-length dark curls, sighing when he sits with a weary grunt. A headache begins to cinch through his forehead, and he shakes the sensation away, gathering his clutter of papers. A book falls with a rustling plop and Halo looks up from his desk to see Gael Slater, a blonde-haired nine-year-old boy with a known love of classic novels. He looks up from where he stands before the desk, casting a glimmering brown glance.

She couldn't believe herself thinking that maybe he had taken a liking to her as James had warned, but then she remembered the name Fiona Hart and quickly brushed off the thought. Just when the food was about to be served, a charismatic presence greeted them. “Silas Deane! Pal!” James happily entered the scene.

Haley woke screaming at 3:47 AM. The sound ripped through Sterling Tower's medical level like a blade through silk, and by the time Jack reached her room, every alarm in the building was shrieking. Mercy was already there, her small hands gripping Haley's wrist, her ancient eyes wide with a fear that three hundred years of cosmic financial training had not prepared her for. Haley was glowing. Not the warm, steady pink of her calibrated Anchor state. This was erratic, pulsing, strobing between pink and a color that Jack had never seen before, a shade that existed somewhere between ultraviolet and the concept of panic.