Hawlucha Novels & Stories

His hesitation appeared to irritate the Alpha further. Harrison stammered and began to cough, clearly struggling to respond to Alpha Riel's question. The Alpha's patience wore thin, and he raised his voice, demanding a clear answer. His frustration was evident, and it was clear that he shared a trait with Hawthorne – a dislike for being kept waiting. In the end, Harrison could do nothing but nod.

What just happened? …………….. Meanwhile in the kitchen, the two men were having the time of their lives and occasionally their giggles would filter out of the kitchen which was making aura wonder what they were actually talking about. “So your sister is such a baby?” Malcolm asked as he poured the chopped onion into the pot. “She has always been a baby but things changed when her family began to bother her and I hate them for that. Aura had to work In that club as a DJ so she would have enough money to send to them” his voice was coated with hate and disgust for her family.

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 _Ujuritaellianna √√√

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

BINTA I lived on a remote island on the coast of Lafiya called Rayuwa. Lafiya is a country made up of four states. Fili State, Ruwa State, Gona State and Daji state. Rayuwa is part of Daji State, and the capital of Daji is Duniya. The proximity of Rayuwa to Duniya is near. Lafiya is a developed country, but although Rayuwa is a part of Lafiya, it lacks civilisation, and because of this, it serves as a tourist attraction for Lafiya, generating millions in revenue. In Rayuwa, there were no schools, no electricity, or water supply. People usually fetched water from the streams or dug wells in their compounds. The lack of civilisation made it impossible for us to access proper medical care, and

But hopefully, this would just be the standard, run-of-the-mill, confused rogue. We followed the scent to a rocky hill that turned into a mountain, continuing up some rugged terrain. We dug our sharp claws into the stone, making our way up quickly and efficiently, stopping at a plateau partway up. Resting on the ledge, looking over the forested land, was a she-wolf with thick, dark-brown fur and icy-blue eyes. The three of us instantly surrounded her as she got up onto her four legs, turning to face us. She slowly moved her head, making eye contact with each of us one by one, her face emotionless.

Seeing his attacker. A huge jet black wolf looks down at him with piercing green eyes and the wolves around immediately bow to him. Daniel could feel the person's aura. It was not a Beta or a Gana blood. It was way more. The beautiful wolf with black jet fur was a rarity. A royal wolf,who have been heard to go extinct years ago. The wolf starts approaching Daniel, daring him to move. By blocking his exit and standing between the cliff and him. And Daniel gulps. Knowing there was no escape now.

The teacher gave an eye roll. Sam faked a horrified look. I faced Tess, who was smiling at me. "Where are you from? You look Mexican." she grinned, show casing pristine, white teeth. "You guessed right! I'm a Mexican Italian." "Mexican Italian? And your surname is snow?" came Sam's mortified question. "it's actually 'Tessa Marietta Arellano Rossi. Most people don't like the name so it was changed to 'snow'." she shrugged.

Liz couldn’t make a sound although her mouth seemed to be trying to ask, “What kind of party is this?!?” Barl, seeing her reaction soothed, “Liz, this is a meeting of the “Walking Stick Club”, the only requirement for membership is that you have at least an eight inch cock when erect, we meet once a month here because it’s so secluded, and also because it has enough room for the thirty people who usually show up.” Finally able to speak, Liz asked, “Do you have to, you know….,”

You only walked from the water sources to the flatlands in case of an emergency. Everything had a designation - either a native plant, or animal. My primary chimney route was 'greasewood' - rumor had it being a curative for headaches and arthritis. My main water route was 'javelina' - that was a small, local, bristly, pugnacious pig-like creature. They offered to let me bow hunt one. My exit route to the flatlands was Arizona Alligator Lizard (AAL for short - I was still grappling with there being ALLIGATORs of any stripe in the Southwest DESERT).