He's The Wiz Novels & Stories

He never mind-links so that was a lie but he was the strongest and nothing gets through to him. "Be careful and don't get drunk..." Aiden jokes. They never get drunk, they are Werewolves. Leonardo stood in place for a few minutes watching his Betas shift and took off into the night. ***** He began his short walk to The Spirits, a seedy-looking bar. The Spirits was owned by a Vampire and most of the clientele is of the supernatural variety. Sure they get humans around on a regular basis but they had no idea. The front was covered in graffiti with two bouncers positioned at the front door. A strip club was by the left while a tattoo parlor was situated by the right. The Spirits was his favorit

"You were impressive." "What do you want?" She asked snippily. "Take me to your father and I'll tell you." He ordered. "Say you want Zazu and your head will come off your neck before you finish your sentence." Azu warned him. "Zazu means nothing to me." He smiled. "I have something greater in mind." Azuka eyed him balefully then turned on her heels and marched back towards Zazu. *****

why did it sound like there was a double meaning behind his words? A shriek pierced the silent morning as the first whip landed. I winced and turned away from the sight. She kept screaming at every lash of the whip. My legs were moving before I could think. I ran to the front and fell over her. "Please." I begged. The whip landed at my back. Lily struggled underneath me but I held firm. I whimpered as the lashing continued. Each lash seemed harder than the last. At a time, the lashing stopped. My relief was cut short when a fierce pain erupted at my back. The whip must have been changed.

He glances in the direction of the two boys who just took off and hisses, “Idiots. Andy needs to get looked at too.” “I didn’t throw him in on purpose,” I meet Quill’s blue gaze, and I see it soften. “I know.” His voice turns hard almost instantly. “We should let the counselors know about this. Let’s head back.” As we begin the trek back, I’m unusually subdued. My mind is racing with possibilities. What just happened? It couldn’t be real, right? This healing speed was almost supernatural! I shudder. Everything about this place is weird. “Have you ever heard of piranhas in streams?” I ask, slowly.

Nelson just left his prey to Azareel then the boy walked happily forgetting his sadness that only got five fat rabbits. Like an older brother who is looking after his younger sibling, that's Azareel's current position. Grr! Nelson immediately stopped and started walking backwards towards Azareel who was behind him. "Sis Aza, it looks like there are other animals up ahead," whispered Nelson beside Azareel. "We'll see over there," said Azareel. Then they walked sneaking around, now they came to a bush that was enough to hide their existence. "Th ... that ... White Tiger," whispered Aza. His eyes looked very shocked when he saw the white tiger which was several times bigger than the tiger in hi

she called out, waving her crayon in the air. I looked up to see a man walking toward us. He was tall, with dark hair and eyes that looked tired in a way that went deeper than just today. I recognized him vaguely from church, though I’d never actually spoken to him. He had that quality about him, the kind of person who blends into the background, who notices everything but doesn’t demand attention.

he whispered fiercely, his voice thick with a dark, unyielding possessiveness. "No one is ever going to hurt you or your father again. You're safe here with me. You're finally where you belong."

I hissed, fingers still clinging to the zipper. His eyes dropped to the stuck spot. There wasn’t enough room to breathe. His chest practically brushed mine as he leaned in. “Helping you,” he said simply. My breath hitched when his fingers slid over mine, gently replacing them on the zipper. I stood frozen, completely stunned as the zipper slid down with zero effort under his hand. Just like that—it opened, no fight at all. What the hell? My cheeks flamed. Hopefully, he didn’t think I’d faked the struggle just to get him in here.

“You’ll survive.” Grammy slammed her palm against the table, cutting through the banter. “Listen. This fight will not be won by species. It will be won by unity. A dragon cannot hold without a witch’s ward. A vampire cannot move in sunlight without a wolf to guard his back. You will mingle. You will fight as one. Or you will die as many.” The tent went quiet again, the weight of her words pressing into every chest. Kael, perched on Serenya’s knee, tilted his head. “That’s what W.I.L.D. means,” he piped up. “We all fight together. We all win together.”

Without hesitation, he would gladly destroy all of his weaknesses, that way he would remain above all those who were destined to become nothing more but insects. Crushed to nothingness under the weight of his heels. No family member would be safe as long as he breathed and like his mother, he would never falter or fail. He will remain as King of Camelot, even if he had to refuse the right to give his son the king’s crown for acting out. Even if he had to bend the rules and pretend to belly up, he would always never yield to anyone. His wife made that mistake of trying to change him and now she was nothing but food for the maggots to devour.