Havoc Fma Novels & Stories

She cackled before looking at me. "I own your link. Unless I open the link, all of you cannot communicate." "Why are you doing this?" I whispered. "Isn't it obvious?" she smiled. "Our race has not waged war with your kind." I wheezed, "The true alpha made a command for peace. We only fought with those who threatened us." "I'm aware," the witch nods, "but this war is a show of wills. I want to show you all I can, make you all fall. Wolves, dragons, vampires, faes."

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

she yelled as she came closer to my face and held my chin "I hate you Afraah, both you and your soon-to-be-dead brother" Her breath was extremely disturbing it almost made me vomit. Why will someone in his or her right senses drink alcohol, not only does it smell bad but it is haram in Islam. "If I had my way, I would kill that stupid mannerless brother of yours myself" "Noor, how dare you" I yelled as I pushed her and slapped her on her right cheek. "I have already told you to never joke about Khalil like this, did you even hear what you said"

“Carson is a Damned Forsaken and has been feeding information on the Ravagers, C.H.A.O.S., and Tempest. He has been brainwashed. The good news is we can use him to our advantage. “What. The. Fuck?!” I shout. All eyes are on me as I process the newest explosion.

I shook my head and then snuggled up to his side while draping an arm around his waist. "Not much." "Okay then. I guess I better get back to work now and see how things are going on right now. Don't wanna be behind on some things I probably missed out." I tilted my head up and frowned at him. "What? You wanna get back to work right after you just woke up from a coma?" He nods at me. "Yeah, it's what I have to do. I run the biggest mafia in whole of America Nicole. You need to understand that what I do its not easy and I should catch up as soon as I can with the things I missed out while I was in a coma."

too late,I grab his collar and slam his face into the side of the truck. A loud growl follows but I don't let him drop to the floor. I grab him up, driving my fist into his face and blood bursts across his face.. This one’s for zobell. He chokes,collasping—but i follow him down,grabbing his shirt again and smashing his head against the concrete until he goes limp. Havoc throws a flying punch at the third before his feet even hit the ground. He misses, then the man lunges,but havoc ducks and drives his elbow straight into the guy’s throat and he crumples.

Havoc tells me as we set up a perimeter around the school. "The fuck I can't, my wife is in there," I argue with him as he grabs me by the shoulders, pulling me away from the scene. Havoc looks at me, something in his eyes I don't normally see – a fear, a sadness. "Tell me, whatever it is, tell me," I beg, I know it's bad if he's hesitating. There's one thing Havoc Thompson does extremely well, and that's take control of a scene, run it like a well-oiled machine, and do so without personal feelings getting caught up in the mix. To see him this torn? It's killing me.

Many tried to run but were suddenly crushed by a mental wall that began to cage everyone in. All sounds faded and an ache ran through Trix’s head. She felt herself being pulled in a direction which she did not know. Her vision blurred and the pain grew. She fell to her knees. It was as if her head was about to explode she felt as if she was going to die. ‘Stop fighting it,’ a voice echoed through the chaos. ‘It is who you are Trixiana.’ ‘Open your eyes, Trix.’ ‘Open your eyes!’ Trix eyes snapped opened and she met the concerned hazel eyes of Tristan.

Eventually, the driver went limp, unconscious against the soft leather. I lunged into the front seat, grabbing the wheel, and keeping the car from crashing while Sheamus and Ben struggled in the seat next to me. Somehow, Sheamus broke away from Ben, tangling the seatbelt around Ben's neck. Then he grabbed me, I lost control of the wheel and Sheamus and I flew through the window screen. The sound of breaking glass rung in my ears, and I let out a cry of pain as we hit the ground.

His scent glided over me, earthy, dark, and comforting, helping me to get my breathing back, assuring me he was real and not a hallucination. I hazily observed how his body oozed control and calm. Every single fibre of his being was tensed, ready to brawl, shift, slash whatever he needed to do. Yet there was no arrogance, nothing like an Alpha male with legs astride and big declarations of power. He was just dangerously pissed off. He was hypnotic to watch. If Jimmy hadn’t backed off and headed to sort his arm out, I am certain Rocco would have gone for his throat next.