Hector Peabody Novels & Stories

He assured her. Hunter roared the engine to life as Draken's men cleared the road—Draken's car along with three Fortuners were right behind Hunter's car. They reached the North Pack safely. Aurora was sick and it was related to her being a hybrid. She often goes through this pain but this time it wasn't that severe thanks to her wolf. Hunter stayed there with Aurora for a while but he couldn't bring his mind to rest. "You should get yourself treated," Draken said, noticing blood on Hunter's back. Hunter shook his head. Getting himself treated was the last thing on his mind.

It was as if he had an absolute understanding of every road in the city. While the Minister of Transportation was amazed, Caelan, who was with Asher, remained calm. After all, he had been in awe of Asher's memory countless times. Just give him a city's topographical map, and he could memorize every road, every station name, even the names of shops on each street, all within a short period of time. Each time Caelan witnessed this extraordinary ability, he couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness. It was a talent that ordinary people could never achieve, no matter how hard they tried. In a certain aspect, Asher could be described as a prodigy, or even a monster.

VICTOR I inspected Dea's injuries, finding one fractured rib and a few bruises but nothing too severe, "I don't think we need to take you to the hospital. I'll have the doctor check you out here when he arrives to check on Sin. I've called him up already." I met the pack doctor a few months back. Born to a family of rogues, he had decided to never join a pack and had studied medicine to become a human doctor. However, because he was a werewolf, he was self-taught in the ways of our kind and learned whatever there was to know about how different plants or other medicines affected us. "Wouldn't a hospital be able to treat me better?" Dea asked skeptically, clearly not trusting my decision. I t

"I can't wait to introduce you to her. Both of you will get along so well. In some ways, you remind me of her." "That's... nice," Bevvy said. She went silent for a moment, then cleared her throat. "Well, I wanted to tell you something." Scarlett's head snapped up sharply, her eyes going round with curiosity. "What is it?" "Do you know Hector?" Scarlett nodded eagerly. "Yes. Yes, I know him. He's Dylan's delta. He was the one who ran the pack when we traveled to Eryndor." "Yes," Bevvy nodded. "Well, during that period, we kinda grew close."

That the world was crammed with so much more than she or any normal person understood. Rising from the bed, Dhara quietly moved away and found herself standing in front of the dressing table. She saw herself wearing an extra-large t-shirt as a nightdress and noticed her dark hair piled up on top of her head, making her look even messier than she felt inside. But that was not what she was trying to look at. What she was trying to see was what made her special. Zaydan said that she was the healer the packs around the world had been looking for. And if what he said was true—she couldn’t help but believe him now despite their differences—then was it possible that she was actually who he said she

It occurred to him that he would need something extra to get her to open up, hence, he thought of having one of her relatives over, but she would not mention a name when he asked, perhaps fearing he would harm them, so he had gotten Roy to call Iggy. Roy had found Iggy four years ago, the kid was a computer whiz and Roy had suggested he could be of help in future. Of course, Caleb hadn’t thought there was anything they could use the boy for, he was just fourteen, what the hell did he know that an over hundred year old werewolf couldn’t figure out himself? Roy was proved right some months later when Iggy successfully traced the origin of a supposed virus that had wiped off Caleb’s document fr

Thank god. Her eyes caught the building. She stopped. Peabody squatted on the top. Impossibly large, he waited, his elbows out, his too large hands gripping the edges, his feet planted on the opposite corners on the back of the building. His body no longer thin and elegant, it was bloated and round. As if he’d feasted. A still hungry spider with a belly full of flies. His head swiveled, searching the street below. Seeing her, he stopped.

“It’s nice seeing you though. Seeing the man you’ve become.” He shook his head. “Not with this scratchy ass beard. Goddess what I would give for a razor. How Ezekiel and Bryan maintain it blows me away. It’s a fucking…” “Flavor saver?” Hector fake gagged. “Don’t say that. It’s disgusting. I don’t need to look anymore manly than I already am. I don’t have a problem in that department.” I laughed and shook my head. “No, no you don’t.” His eyebrows rise and he chuckled. “Is the serum kicking in?”

(Last night) ‘Horrendous’, that’s what the half blood Inspector Karl Heinz concluded while seeing a headless body lying in front of him. After receiving the news of the lost of Nathan Michaelis, or, that was what Hans stated after the tracker he mysteriously managed to place inside the evil Madam’s secretary’s phone lost it’s signal. A dead battery was what Inspector Karl Heinz thought at first, but suddenly the phone moved towards un unplanned direction then suddenly died? Not so.

Uncle Bob said seriously – as he was looking at Alpha Hudson and Luna Hera. It seemed like all of them were anticipating and so anxious about what he had to say. Uncle Bob let out another deep sigh. It was as if what he was about to say was just too heavy to tell – and Hunter seemed to understand. However, he still wanted to hope – for positivity. “Hector… He is already blind… And I don’t think he will be able to see. His eyes were too damaged that we can’t do anything now.” Uncle Bob declared darkly.