Hans X Kristoff Novels & Stories

she said gently. Hans stepped forward and bowed politely. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Hana studied the young man’s face intently, then smiled meaningfully. “The crown prince of Derox… I almost didn’t recognize you. You’ve grown into a handsome, dignified man.” Hans gave a faint smile. “Have… we met before?” “Long ago, when you were five. You spilled orange juice all over my dress and cried your eyes out.” Hana chuckled softly, easing the tension in the air.

He sounded more like an evil man than a peacekeeper, but the truth was, this was a one-sided story. The supernatural population were the affected ones, they were bound to have a negative impression of him, and they were bound to tell the story in a way that made them look like the victims. I could only have the full story if I heard from both sides. If the hunters were peace and balance keepers, something must have triggered my grandfather's reaction. After meeting Oscar's mother and knowing how she regarded humans, it was safe to say they must have done something. She talked as if human beings were beneath them, and that could piss anyone off.

Says the American, holding a beer bottle in his hand. Joshua walks past him, bumping against the American's shoulder. “He with us.” Says Desmond, “This is the guy I was telling you about.” “I am sorry, this is my cousin Hans.” “Okay, nice to meet you.” Joshua extends his hand. Hans looks at Desmond and shakes his head; “if he is here for my niece, I want to know who he is?” Joshua remains calm, “I live around here; I am not looking for trouble.” “Well then, you should not have come here; now trouble has found you.” Hans Flicks open his knife as the other Americans move in closer.

The hatred would be there while I watched him do whatever he liked with anyone he wanted to do with. Xander is the son of Alpha Xavier, and there was just no difference in cruelty. They were both so heartless and powerful. I could tell Xander would be more gruesome than his father the moment he became the Alpha. My name is Hutton. I am the Alpha Prince of the Blue Moon Pack, one of the most powerful yet intimidated by the Red Moon Pack.

Chance lay in his bed thinking back to seeing Kristoff for the first time in so long. He didn't know how to react. First, he was taken aback by his killer good looks. He knew that handsome men were in Colombia, but Kristoff's beauty was incomparable. He hated that Kristoff had an effect on him, and all those years, he thought he got him out of his head. But no, just that first glimpse of Kristoff brought back those feelings he tried his hardest to hide.

Two sandwiches and a bowl of chili later, and I was full. Another wolf entered. He was very tall, probably six and a half feet. He had long blonde hair. Although not as muscular as either Alpha, he was clearly a powerful wolf. I noticed that Talia looked up at him but then blushed and looked away. I gave her a questioning look, but she quickly turned away from me. “Harley, this is Anders’ Beta, Neil.” He held out his hand and I took it, shaking his hand.

Hans' calm answer made Alliando's brows furrow in deep, "Assumption?" Hans nodded his head. “Can you tell me your assumptions?” "Not. I don't like it if I don't have solid evidence when I speak." "Come on! Tell me what your assumptions are!” Hans stared at Alliando for a long time, contemplating whether he should state his assumptions after obtaining a bit of evidence. "Hey Hans! Please!" Hans finally sighed, folded his arms across his chest and said. "I have the assumption that auntie Freya didn't kill herself, but was killed by someone who made it look as if she committed suicide"

-Ethan- “This better be worth it,” Kristoff said as he sat on the couch in front of Stefan and me. Unlike Rebecca, Kristoff went in alone, leaving his son, just outside the border to make sure that we know he comes in peace. “Alright, out with it,” Kristoff added as he crossed his leg on top of the other. “We don’t really know how to start,” I admitted, “But I am hoping that you would let us finish before you say anything.”

This harsh reality slightly shook Ann's feelings when she realized. "Ann, are you okay?" Jax asked. "Yeah, I'm fine, Jax. Now, I just found out this bitter truth. That means Hans has always been gay,” said Ann with teary eyes. Jax fell silent and embraced Ann in his arms. "Jax?" "Yes, Ann?" "Can I ask something?" "What, Ann?" “I wonder if Hans was gay before marrying me or after marriage? But, then, since when did he date Franz Smith? Can you ask the detective to find out?” asked Ann wearily.

Blood splattered across my forearm, warm and sticky. Across the clearing, I saw Hans, goddess. Hans was fighting like a demon, blades moving as he held off five more wolves, his shirt torn and streaked with red. He grunted as one of the rogues slammed into his side, but he recovered fast, shoving his sword through the rogue’s gut without hesitation. Focus, Leah. Focus.