Hamster Hell Novels & Stories

came an oddly familiar voice, and memory came flooding back to her in such a rush that she instantly jerked in outrage and turned to glare at the Italian werewolf who was making his way down the staircase toward her. His footsteps were languid and confident and even with the harsh sunlight to his back, Hazel could just make out the smirk on his gloriously tanned face. “Who are you?” Hazel snarled, glowering at him defiantly even though inside she was ripe with fear. She would not allow him to see it, would not allow him to sense any kind of weakness even though she was having a hell of a time just trying to keep her eyes open. Whatever he had dosed her

“Understood.” No questions asked. No more further inquiries. If he wanted to preserve his sanity, that’s it. The Hamster clan was famous for their vicious view of the world. They used to be oppressed by everyone including the rat tribe even though they were from the same species. Later, they learned to retaliate, giving birth to the current assassin skill. Some of the powerful species were quite afraid of them for their boldness. Therefore, once again, he emphasized that he wouldn’t fuck with a hamster. The teeth were so sharp, the cuteness was so deadly.

The only thought in Azura's mind right now was, "She'll kill them all." As for Conal, at this time, he, Phelan and Alfred are also surrounded by monsters, and the one leading is Harem. Conal was a bit shocked when he saw Harem's eyes turn blood red, which is characteristic of vampires. He knew Harem was no longer a purebred werewolf, and now Harem was no different from those monsters, but he still kept his consciousness.

He deserves better that a whoric girl like me. I'm definitely not his type. SIX MONTHS LATER KLAUS' POV Six months have not been enough for me to tame Hazel and make her mine. All attempts to make her get to live with me have failed. She never changes her mind and that bothers me a lot. I don't understand her at all, why is she so cold and tight up?. She doesn't want to be loved and cared for by any man. She despises men , the only thing linking her to me is that baby in her womb , if not I would never have been in Hazel's life. Wendy once told me all what she went through in the hands of men when she was younger and I understood, I still to but this is too much. If this some kind of revenge

Afraid of myself. "Don't search for me, don't ask anymore questions, because if you do i will know, and it would be the last time you get to see daylight". Just before the camera went off, i noticed my eyes....her eyes change color from the blue green ones they were to a deep shade of red. And then, just then i realized this whole thing was very real. It wasn't PTSD of any kind no, i was possessed. Possessed by a demon that feeds on female gentiles. Females that i clearly murdered with my own hands. Possessed by the mother of hell.

She folded her arms across her chest and looked up towards the moon, her multicolored eyes glowing. "Shouldn't I be in our chamber? He might be looking for me" she thought aloud. Her heart began to race as she rose to her feet. She was already imagining all the things Yuka would do to her tonight. She looked forward to it. "Hazel Capellan Spiers" a raspy voice said from behind her. Hazel turned around with a start, her eyes widening when she saw a demon standing there. His left arm had been severed and he looked weak. She prepared to take him on but his next statement stopped her.

“So, what do we need to know about Domlur?” Quinn asked while we are eating our breakfast at Rendall’s house. Last night, we decided to plan everything so that we can pull off this mission. It was supposed to be my mission but they used the word “our” and I can’t help but be thankful that I have them. “Well, Domlur is where werewolves live.” Quinn and I scowled at what Rendall said. That is common knowledge for god’s sake.

Seeing him, I felt hungry too. "Ask them to save the blood for us! They can have bodies!" I say, he nodded and left. Borham had set a dining table along with a few roses and two glasses of Vampire blood. He smiled as I arrived in our room. "Surprise Krulisa! Congratulations that we were able to catch the psycho!" Suddenly it felt different. I didn't like that he was calling Hector a psycho. "Why'd you call him that? We have him as our prisoner and that's enough! You don't have to call him -"

Is this what hell looks like? I’ve always imagined hell to be hot and flaming not cold and dark. Maybe he’ll is close by and that would explain the smoke. “Hello! Is anyone here?” I beckoned and my voice echoed back into my ears. This place is really creepy. “Satan?” I yell thoughtlessly. If this is really hell, then I wish to speak with who’s in charge and I believe that would be Satan. “Anyone?” there was nothing. Not a single sound apart from the sound of my voice echoing back into my ears. This might not be a good time but I do have a nice voice. It’s indeed very charming.

the woman replies sadly, but as soon as Gabriel arrives, she beams, “this is your taxi driver?” “Yes, you know him?” Heath asks, I see Mr. Simmons grin before answering. “He is our last extra rest,” everyone who was in on the joke laughs. We spend the day touring around Vegas, “let us go check out the casino, I had always wanted to see how lucky I am to have you.” “Cheesy jokes,” I tease him. We are welcomed like royalty with everyone on the staff showing us the way, Heath just grins as he held my hand. We spend a couple of our time playing slot machines, Heath holding he close whispering things he should say in public.