Novel & Cerita Hawlucha

Close and relentless. Dread knotted in my stomach as I dared to glance over my shoulder, my blood running cold at the sight. Three massive wolves charged after me, their powerful strides graceful yet ominous, each step in perfect sync as they closed in, their glistening eyes locked on me with an intensity that was both furious and unrelenting.

Then again, she only had about ten total. "We Scots call her Nessie." She smiled and sipped her cocoa. "That's right. Cattenach's a Scottish name." Grunting, he claimed the seat on the other side of the couch, giving her a wide berth. "Makes sense with your coloring." Bones curled up on the rug in front of a coffee table and promptly closed his eyes. Smart dog. Which reminded him... "What kept you awake? Talking it out will help." He crossed his arms, wondering how many branches of the crazy tree he'd smacked his head on when he'd fallen. He'd typically take a second coming of the bubonic plague over conversation.

We have a clue and we dug out some books about Gobler but all we can find is just a particle of his origin. We started our journey, after a day and a half of traveling. We finally got to the city. The city is massive and alive. Street vendors everywhere, horses and wagons charging through the crowds, shouting, laughing. The smell of horse menure (and worse) fills the air. Despite the stench, I smile when I saw the sign of Minotaur Inn. The painting of the Minotaur and the letters underneath are so worn, they can barely made out. “A drink at last!”

I opened the door thinking it was Alex and to my surprise, it was a blonde-haired lady with two hefty men. "Hello, is Alex in?" she asked. "And who are you? " I asked, and she smiled, looking offended. "The cabin belongs to the Yellow moon pack, right?" She asked. "Who are you?" I repeated. I wasn't about to give information to a total stranger. "If you insist. My name is Hilda Carter, daughter of Beta Dillard Carter and chosen mate of future Alpha Alex Wildbreed."

CHAPTER 60: DAWN Peter and I danced and had fun. He got us some soft drinks and we enjoyed the event till day break. We talked about lots of things enjoying each others company till it was time to leave. Peter will spend the new year with his grandmother so he left London that morning. My mother fried some sweet potatoes known as potatoe chips and complemented it with a meat sauce. According to her, the new year will usher us into bountiful yeilds. We sat on the mat in our room. My mother, Osifa, K**i, Tami and I formed a circle while we ate the delicious potato chips and sauce. While we ate, we joked, laughed and drank the soft drinks my mother had kept for us in her fridge at the bar which

Up above the skies, birds were seen flapping their wings as they flew away to unknown destinations. A great rock girdled by alpines towered above the rugged hills below it. The inhabitants of that region had noticed its uniqueness in those ancient days and had named it Lala – meaning ‘great rock’. It remained the most towering natural feature when approaching the kingdom of Muzagah. The rock had caves and cavernous routes where one could run to for safety in the event of war or calamities. At night, it was told that some pernicious beasts wandered inside, ferreting for humans to rip to pieces. Tales of this sort scared people away from the rock. Though sometimes, men of strong spiritual infl

he said. Gabe shook his head. "No. I didn't come with anyone." Gabe answered simply. "But I saw Lyla behind you, Gabe." Archie replied. "Maybe what you saw was Irina, Damien's sister." said Ash. Archie shook his head and replied, "No. My eyesight is still very good. I can't see it wrong. Because... The girl with the yellow sweather wool with the wolf's head on the left chest is only Lyla. The same Sweather as the three of us, specially made by Aunt Erin, who Aunt Erin calls the family sweather." Archie explained at length.

Sasha replied to them curtly, his eyebrows drawn together. ‘I hear you are the food connoisseur’ Lyosha said in a much thicker accent than Sasha’s as he sat in front of me. He was nearly as tall as Sasha and just as muscular. His long dark blond hair was slicked back, his square jaw was covered in day old stubble and his sharp cheekbones made him look like a male model. His dark blue eyes held my attention and mesmerised me, I stared at him a little stunned. ‘My name is Lyosha’ he finished almost in a purr.

“Why am I always clenching my asshole when you’re around these guys, Wrath?” Gage barked out a laugh. “Maybe Wrath’s the common denominator. He has some Hudson tendencies.” Weasel cupped his groin. “Nobody can have Hudson tendencies like Hudson. He’s just fucking unhinged.” “He told me about flaying that biker’s balls. It’s an interesting concept. I might have to try it the next time I’m asking questions nicely.” Jake laughed and motioned to Devon Longshire. “Get him in the van, Weasel. Your balls are safe tonight.”

The old seal vanished. Then Althea stepped out of the ruined hall and into the living heart of Dawlya territory, where the builders worked in quiet lines and the watchers pretended not to watch her. They watched anyway. They always did. The Dawlya sanctuary was not a city. It was a layered maze of stone terraces and half-hidden courtyards tucked into black mountains, where mist clung to cliff faces like a veil that never lifted. The dragons called it “the cave-world.” The Dawlya called it home.