Hamster Hell Novels & Stories

Most of the assassins in my graduating class have died already, and I had attributed most of their deaths to a lack of intuition. “Room 502 is this way.” Caleb starts to move left. He hasn’t picked up on anything unusual. “Hush,” I say, listening with my lycanthrope hearing. Room 502 might be left, but I hear the silence that way. To the right, however, I can hear heavy male voices. I ignore Caleb’s whispered protests and start my descent down the hallway. Caleb follows me with his gun drawn like he’s finally catching on.

“They have returned,” Monalisa said to Clara who was sitting next to her in the slaves camp as soon as she heard the sound of the vampires who had gone out before, her brows furrowed, hating that they sounded happy. She was feeling hopeful when Hamilton told her that he was going hunting late last night knowing that they were going to hunt some werewolves. Werewolves as she had heard were no easy target so she hoped that they would not return but hearing how happy they sounded showed that they succeeded.

“Damon, you little brat! Delilah just gave birth, and you’re already meeting with this bitch! Don’t you have any conscience?!” Jamal hurriedly followed behind Agatha but couldn’t catch her. It was surprising how sensitive Agatha was to Hazel’s presence—just a glimpse of her figure and she was certain it was Hazel. Damon quickly pulled Hazel behind him and, in one swift motion, grabbed hold of the charging Agatha. ***

A low growl was heard by Stella and the same was heard by Benjamin but both thought it was just their illusion. Stella ignored her inner voice and continued to talk to Lima. But then something strange happened frightening everyone. Tehran was once upon a time called Hamster the city where Princess Veronica ruled. It was past twelve in the night. The power was down and there were no street lights glowing. Benjamin and Stella were passing through the road of the mansion Princess Veronica had locked long years ago. The street was completely dark and dead silent but suddenly strange voices were heard from the mansion. "Come on release me. Come here.... please...." There was a desperate growling

After seeing Andrius, Old Hagstorm slowly approached step by step, muttering, “Why did come just now? Are you planning on betraying me? You despicable disciple, I’ll kill you!” As soon as he spoke, he charged at Andrius. Andrius shook his head and said, “No, Master, I didn’t...” Whoosh... However, halfway through his sentence, Old Hagstorm transformed into Halle. The Halle in front of him wore disheveled clothes. Her half-exposed shoulders exuded an indescribable charm. She held a bowl of steaming food and walked toward Andrius, looking at him flirtatiously. “Andrius... Did you forget about me? You heartless man, I even made you a late-night snack...”

“And it’s a very broad subject.” “Watch this one, he’s the bitey one,” Rhett cautioned Cameron as they dragged out the Van Helsings. Talen and Heath tossed the unconscious Van Helsings over their shoulders, whilst Rhett stooped to free the ankles of the gagged Van Helsing zombie and Cameron and he pushed him in front of them, each holding the man by his upper arms.

As they got closer to the door and the music got louder, Hazel wished she was born deaf so that she would be spared the torment of listening to the tune. She could also hear laughter and the voices of lots of people. It sounded like it was a party going on. They got to the door and just as Hazel was walking by, the door flew open bringing with it the terrible music that had been locked behind it and also the drunken laugh from the most despicable looking being she had ever set her eyes on. Hazel gasped and jumped back when her eyes landed on the heavyset, short being with horns. He resembled an obese, disabled ram and had a face that would have been a perfect cast for a horror movie.

Mr vim's driver took a weird route but promised it was a short cut to avoid the traffic. Helma started getting weird feelings when they have drove for an hour without any idea of where they were headed. "I will like to get down here sir" Helma asked as politely as she could trying to bury the tiny voice inside her head that whispered danger in her head. Mr Vim totally ignored Helma and turned away from her to the window without responding to her. Helma's heartbeat increased. It kept panting faster at each seconds. Helma tried to open the door but it was locked. Helma kept repeating desperately that she want to get down but all she got was silence.

Meagan asked Brianna who giggled. “I can hear you!” Hazel said loudly. “Slavery era ended a long time ago.” Brianna replied. “I am stuck with you, Meagan Swift! You deserve all the happiness in the world, so give another man a chance in your life!” Hazel screamed from the rooms “Shut up, Hazel!” Meagan shot back. “We have just ten minutes to call time.” Brianna reminded as she took out a small brush from her bag to redo her hair. Hazel is an iota wolf which means a worker that works at the pack infirmary treating wolves.

Patterson, Sush, and Greg knew the game was on. Leaning against the doorframe, one hand holding her phone - screen facing Sush and the others that showed a big, bright, blinking orange button right in the middle that could activate Goddess knew what - Hazel began with the Chief Chameleon. “I always knew you had a thing for older women.” “Cut the crap, Hazel,” he spat, not at all surprised by her knowledge. “Who is that, my little hyena?” An unfamiliar feminine voice carrying a taunting ring came from inside.