Hazelight Studios Games Novels & Stories

NIGHTFANG PACK LUMA'S POV "By the Goddess, Luna, I don't know what went through his mind when he did that but I can't accept the thought that he went out during the hunting night with the witches without telling me." Hazel, one of the Gammas in charge of cleaning and pack house management, stood before me with her hands on her hips. Her face was flushed with anger, her eyes blazing. She was a force to be reckoned with when she was angry and right now, she was furious.

“Okay. Well, I guess I’ll see you later then.” “Enjoy CoD, honey,” she smiled as he walked away, disappearing into the darkness of the rolling hills, nothing but his iPhone torch lighting the way. “What the fuck is CoD?” Cole snorted. Hazel shrugged, leaning back as she kicked her feet out in front of her, edging them closer to the warmth of the fire. Alcohol was buzzing through her veins, intensifying the rage she felt over Max trying to sell her animals every time she allowed herself to think about it. Cole’s eyes lingered on her momentarily, a deep sigh rumbling in his throat as he sunk down beside her.

He turned to Eden with a smile on his face. "And what has you so happy?" Eden asked. "So, you remember Elias? Well, his dad runs the Agust Mafia in LA and Elias is second in command. Lilith has asked them to help us and apparently they've heard very highly of the Bullet Agency and are more than willing to help." Malakai explained and that was definitely good news. "That is amazing." Eden beamed and hugged Malakai. They weren't alone in this, they had the most powerful freaking mafia in LA helping them.

I ask, trying to remember what happened. I notice a slight pain in my neck and instinctively touch it, trying to remember how I hurt myself. "are you ok? does your neck hurt?" he asks, making me look up into his worried eyes - worried blue-green eyes - and just like that my memories of last night started to come back to me in flashes.........the parade.....Igor......the club......h-him!

Resolve. The Hallow stirs in the shadows behind me, a low hum vibrating through the room. It’s hungry. Growing. Waiting for the next offering. Jason believes this spell will give it what it needs. He doesn’t know I’ve changed it. He doesn’t know I’ve hidden a protection spell inside the binding, woven so tightly, so subtly, that even he won’t see it until it’s too late. A spell that keeps the chosen victim alive. A spell that starves the Hallow just enough to keep it from becoming whole. A spell that ensures Jason will never win.

DAMIEN’S POV The moment I lifted my paddle, the air changed. Eyes darted around the hall, quick, greedy and calculating. From me, to the woman standing at my side, to the dagger gleaming under the auction lights. Because they all knew one thing — I don’t bid on things without value. So if Damien Salvatore had raised his paddle for a mere dagger, then it was no longer just a dagger. And greed always follows certainty. “One point five million.”

Hazel tried hard to stay calm when talking about the bad news about James's wife's death. “I know.” “But I don't care about that. How about we work together?” “Like what?” Hazel handed James her business card, which immediately shocked James when he realized that Hazel was the head of one of the largest companies in Asia, developing artificial intelligence. “You... a CEO?” James couldn't believe it. “Yes. If you're interested, you can contact me.” Hazel took a sip of her drink and left. She exited the coffee shop and was greeted by Eric with a thumbs-up. Hazel rolled her eyes in annoyance because she had to act like that. Let alone pretending to be a CEO.

It was a given. “So Hazel, you will play in the games me and Axel have planned for you just to keep us entertained. If you win, we call off the war, but if you don't— oh, sweet Hazel, there will be bloodshed.” My tummy clenched, and I found it hard to swallow. It was obvious. This wasn't something simple. “Don't be scared. It's just one game from each of us to appease our wrath.” he explained, and I had that strong persistent feeling that the games would be nasty.

"Then which one of us, according to you, can accompany you?" After he finished speaking, his eyes seemed to be empty and glanced at Dinh Quan. Tinh Ngoc could feel his joking look. Sure enough, right after that, Luc Hoa gave the answer she expected. "Over the years, Starlight has always been a pioneer in the field of applications and games. So I am looking for CEO Lam. Are you interested in our project?" Starlight is a game and electronic application design company. Launched products always receive support from users. Quality is always the thing that Starlight pays the most attention to, thus creating the trust of everyone.

“Oh, you are so on! There are many things I’m good at, but it appears killing zombies isn’t one of them. In the end, Ethan wins and I whine all the way to the snack bar. “Not fair,” I whine as Ethan places an order for burgers and drinks. “You know where all the zombies were popping up. You’ve played the game before!” Ethan gasps in mock offense even bringing his hand up to cover his mouth. “The audacity. I haven’t just played the game before. I have mastered it! Luke has the exact same machine in his game room.” Now it was my turn to gasp. “You cheater!” I accuse him, hitting his arm with a balled-up fist. But Ethan only laughs, catching my wrist in his hand.