Hazelight Games Novels & Stories

She doesn't want any quarrel on this. Mira's heart burnt in anger when he took Dil's name. She was warning him with her eyes not to mess with her. Maya looked at Mira nervously knowing it was going to start the war between them again. "Dil is definitely a sweet baby but we have other amazing horses too." She smiled nervously. Yashraaj cleared his throat awkwardly too, knowing Dil never let anyone touch her and now if Damon rooted for her then it's going to be a problem for him.

Lyra inquired, her keen eyes assessing Hazel's reactions. Hazel stuttered in response, and Lyra couldn't help but notice the subtle signs of nervousness—her raised heartbeat and dilated pupils. The atmosphere became charged with an unspoken tension as Lyra delved deeper into her inquiry, each moment revealing more than Hazel might have intended. "I was sick. I... fever," Hazel replied. Lyra sensed her vulnerability, recognizing her as merely a human. However, this didn't negate the fact that Hazel could potentially be used as a rogue's pawn to infiltrate the pack.

All I want is for Hazel and my baby to be out of danger. "Come with me"

Actually, I really shouldn’t talk… During that lesson, I slept through it at my desk because I was up all night trying to kill zombies on the gaming console with my brother. I start putting my stuff into the small bag I have attached to the back of my bike, hoping she would just go away. I really don’t want to deal with Hazel right now. I am too tired and emotionally drained for any more drama. Hazel can be full of herself sometimes, and I don’t even think she is aware of it. Hazel just rolls her eyes, “yeah. yeah, I don’t need to fight. I am the Gamma’s daughter; my job is to keep non-warrior pack members calm during a crisis. Besides I refuse to mess up my manicure.”

[HAZEL'S HOUSE] It was a dark room. The lights were off. The night city light cast its soft glow on the room. Hazel stood by the window. The gentle breeze was blowing her hair softly. A bottle was in her hand. A Liquid. Her eyes were dark as she stared at the contents written on the bottle. Sulfuric acid. She rolled the bottle in her palm with a cruel smirk. "You think this is over, Ixora?" she laughed menacingly.

- KILLIAN - A text notification diverts my attention from the screen to my phone. I was having a virtual meeting. Still having one, but the name that popped on along with the notification gave me all the reason I needed to zone out of this boring yet important meeting. Hazel. One end of my lips curls to form a not so noticeable half grin. 'What colour of fit fits to go to an eerie party?' She asks. 'Someone invited me for a dark fantasy, game night party today. I'm syked! Also worried but I've got no friends. lmaooo.' I read. My little angel is a loner? That's quite shocking yet I don't seem surprised.

Hazel turned and stared at Miranda, "Don't ever mention that name to me again. I plan to bring Valor and his cohorts down completely. In the past, I merely defeated them and let them walk away, that is why they keep rising up and finding ways to attack me. But this time, I will no longer be lenient. I will forget the fact that my father is involved in this, and when I'm done with them, they will never be able to rise again." "So, do you intend to kill them?" Miranda asked. "They're not worth getting my hands dirty," Hazel told Miranda. "My plan is to make sure they spend the rest of their lives in jail. For now, I'll let them keep thinking that they have the upper hand."

It's a small yellow house with a big sign on the front that says, "Hazel’s Psychic House." Layla and Sunny walk through the door and are greeted by a warm, incense-filled room. The walls are adorned with tapestries and shelves filled with crystals and tarot cards, creating an atmosphere of mystique and intrigue. They are then greeted by an older woman with gray hair pulled up into a vintage style bun as she says, "Hello ladies! I am Hazel, your spiritual navigator. "

he nods smiling and whispers “This is going to be luxurious…” We reach the stairs that lead to the lower floors of the mansion, the place where I live is a huge mansion with about 3 visible floors, made of tempered glass, it is really luxurious, elegant and minimalist to a certain extent, I am a simple guy but with good taste, it has everything a mansion should have, swimming pool, garage, kitchen, gym, recreation areas, it is a mansion and as ironic as it seems I like the light, at least here, even though I live in a world of darkness.

“Ok. Let’s say Princess Hazel ordered her maids to poison luna. Her motives — jealousy, drugs, unhealthy obsession, and mental instability. But why would she kill herself with the maids, and from where will she get a volatile drug like wolfhaze in the dungeons?” Wolfhaze. Oh, so that was the drug used to make the guards unconscious. But as far as I know, getting wolfhaze even for a royal family member wasn’t an easy task. Wolfhaze was a malignant drug which when came in contact with water, produced invisible poisonous gases. If it was used in a compact area and inhaled for a day or two. It could cause death. But if it was used in a right amount in a large area like dungeons, just one tablet