Hans X Kristoff Novels & Stories

“Where is Helena?" None of them spoke, none of them could even look up at me. I understood the loyalty that was part of the game, but I was going to break it out of them. I nodded once, and Shawn moved toward one of them struck him across the face with a big rod He broke. “It wasn’t to kill her at first,” he cried. My fists clenched. “What do you mean?” “She said to torture her first,” he sobbed. “She wanted her to suffer before she died.”

"And now that he’s done exactly what you asked, you’re turning your backs on him?" More murmurs, hesitant this time. A flicker of uncertainty in their angry expressions. But then the old man’s voice booms again, cutting through the tension. “We don’t care that he has found you! The curse is still here! We need a new Alpha!” His bony finger shoots out, pointing toward the enormous statue of Santa Claus standing proudly near the entrance. "You see that?" His voice trembles with something dangerously close to reverence. "That statue belongs to the only person who has helped us all these years. A mysterious stranger who has been providing for us, keeping us alive, comforting us while our Alpha w

I need him to like me if I am to escape execution, and to avoid going back to Marius. Be bold, I tell myself, though my insides are twisting and a storm is billowing in my chest. Be bold. I raise my chin as all gazes turn to the back of the Great Hall. The Wolf King steps through the wooden doors. He looks like no king I have encountered before. Tall and muscular, he wears no crown or fancy jewels, and dresses simply in a cream shirt and kilt. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, revealing tattoos inked on his corded forearms. His tangled hair is brown, and it brushes his powerful shoulders. I cannot quite tell his age, but I’d wager he is around thirty.

At this time, Hansen was lying comfortably on the couch, with one leg resting on the back of the other couch as he kicked a bottle of mineral water up high. "Christopher, will you die if you don't do it? Couldn't you do this in front of me? If it weren't for Johan, then can you save me from Yadriel's devil claws? Don't think that I don't know about it. I'll let you know that I'm well aware of it." Hansen's face was full of contempt.

"He and I have never met." Lily looked at Douglas with hatred, denying everything he had just said. Douglas still bowed to the Wolf King to justify himself: "Your father sold you to me before, and you are now in my possession." “Could it be… could it be that you are that person? Cannibals and murders of innocents?” Lily suddenly looked at the man in front of her. Is it true that the 20-centimeter long hairstyle tied at the back, the same blood-colored bracelet and the wolf's face? Why didn't she notice it in the first place?

I grabbed it tightly and did not let it go. We approached them, and Hannia formally introduced me—Dad and Xander. I want you to meet my guide, Bruno Caranthir. —Alpha Hansen and Xander, you don't know how much I wanted to meet you. Hannia has told me beautiful things about you,— I said, being as polite as possible. —Bruno, I thank you for taking care of my daughter during this time,— said Alpha Hansen. I was surprised to see him in such good shape, even though he is a little old to continue in the position of Alpha.

Hans was a man in his 60s, who might be a senior citizen, but he was deadly. “I have always admired you, Azazel. You have the guts of a lion,” this earned a scoff from the brothers. “Buttering me won’t help you, Hans,” Azazel poured himself a glass of whiskey. “Well, I am not. I am telling you the truth,” Hans took his flask out, drinking the contents. “If you really did admire me, you shouldn’t have helped the Irish,” Azazel put the glass down. “Ahh… the Irish,” he laughed, “it was a mere in-the-moment help,” Hans winked. “Their pesky clan won’t threaten us,” Hans reassured.

Let’s get back to the present… Christmas had arrived, bringing joy and love to two new couples who had finally found their long-awaited mates. There was Vincent “V” Reigel - the Alpha and CEO of the Silvercrest Pack - spending his Christmas season with his beloved Siel and her twin three-year-olds, James and Rose. Although he preferred to call his newfound mate Elena intimately, he gladly referred to himself as her Christmas wolf. And their story was quite a worthy tale to tell, as well…

I curse glaring at the wooden door. I turn to leave but stop when I heard coughs from the other side of the door. "Is that you Xavier?" I ask before slowly pushing the door open." Am coming in are you decent." Well I hope he isn't, the bad side of my mind hopes. Pervert. I walk to the bed, they was a figure wrapped in a blanket. "Oh my chocolate, what happened to you?" I gasp in shock. Xavier face is blue beads of sweats gracing his fore head as he shivers from under the blanket.

Tristan asked, shocked. “Kai is Eternal, like you all. The threat will never end so we must stay with you.” Moon said. “Tris, this is the last time, man!” Kit started walking away. Rex looked confused, but that was his ‘resting wolf face’. “Who are you talking about?” Rex asked, innocently. “Winter had this very same decision to make with a few wolves a while back. He told Tristan that was the last time he was to adopt wolves into the pack without his approval.” Kit laughed at Tristan’s face and high picked objection that followed.