Hazbin Husk Novels & Stories

“What’s so special about Hizzlar?” “His breed,” he answered, swirling the wine in the cup. “They’re half werewolves, half Lycans. Mixed blooded creatures. Hizzlarr is the first of his kind. And I don’t know how, but your mother found peace with him. She had an affair with him while carrying my child. You,” “Weren’t you having an affair with Paris’s mother then too?” I challenged because I hated the way he said it to me, like he was throwing my mothers dirt on my face.

Hazel asked "I'm sure he'll understand eventually." Hailey said "It's been almost two years, when is he going to let go?" Hazel asked "Sweetheart don't keep it in mind. I'm sure he'll come around eventually." Hailey said "When? What am I even saying? Even you were mad at me." "Hazel baby." "Excuse me mom." Hazel said walking away. Hazel Maximilian was not like the rest of the family, yes she was a wolf but also a witch. She was supposed to be a vampire but she wasn't, instead she was a witch not just any witch she was a seer.

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??

Desmond’s POV The human stares at me like he's proud of himself, like he's just changed the world. And maybe he has. If this invention works the way he claims, it could mean the end of existence of wolf shifters as we've known it. If this invention works, shifters will be hunted. Collared. Caged. I've dealt with enough false alarms from gonzo inventors to be skeptical of this human's claims. But he's no gonzo inventor–he's Maurice Hart, head of Research and Development for Neuroworks, a trillion-dollar tech titan.

Aria Pov In six days I shall be destroyed by the crescent moon. I am cuffed with the metal closing round my wrists, feeding off the energy of my wolf. Before me is the Seven Tower Gate, a dark monolith whose ancient power smothers mine. I'm a mutant-an impending bomb-a danger to my pack.

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It wasn't until Eric got bored that he let go; Hana's body turned backward for more than ten laps before standing still. Eric used magic to turn into a knife that cut off the rope; her legs landed and fell. Eric seemed unhappy, and he slowly said, "Hey, Huska. Do you have any other ideas? I'm bored with this game." Huska is the son of Bronie, Eric's powerful henchman. Huska inherited his mother's appearance, but his mind was not good. To put it bluntly, he's an idiot with a muscular body. "Do you want to try its aroma?" Huska said.

She left before they could ask more. “What on the earth is she up to?” asked Harper. “Seems like our toughest warrior has been hit by soft nerve,” said Kyden. “I am afraid about this new girl, how come she is Canis Lupus, Kyden,” she asked. He took a deep breath. “I don’t know, mate,” said Kyden. ********** “I don’t want to live here,” said Hazel sadly. She looked so broken. “You have to be strong Hazel,” said Caleb.

He'd scraped up everything he had for that and hadn't gotten back to full power yet. But that wasn't going to stop him from kicking these Hares asses and dismantling what he could only describe as a zoo. They came across tom after tom in cages, put on display for the amusement of the Hares. Hades had taken it upon himself to blast the doors off the cages, each time calling out for Guru. With each cage holding a tom who wasn't the Black-fur's mate, his frustration built and Hades took it out on the doors, each one being blasted into smaller pieces than the last. "I'm worried that he's going to start blowing up Hares soon," Ink said to Priest as they stood back to back, covering Hades. The Bla

I shouted. I stepped forward to meet the first armored Husk. It was a massive beast, a former Northern Alpha whose body had been fused into a suit of black iron. It raised a hydraulic fist, the pistons hissing with a freezing mist. I didn't dodge. I swung the new blade in a wide, horizontal arc.