Hector Peabody Novels & Stories

Hunter: The road in was long and dumb quiet, the kind of quiet that tells you everything worth knowing has gone to ground. I kept the bike under the trees and moved on foot, boots chewing at the moss. Xavier’s words looped in my head: Find her before he does. Short, sharp, no room for mistakes. “Beta, are you sure that coming here is the right option?” One of the gammas, Brian, asked. “Are you going to question the Alpha, Brian?” I asked, and he shook his head.

“Snow, you are absolutely incredible. Do you know this?” Damien said. I looked up at him bewildered. I just told this man that the largest assassin company in the world was out to get him personally, and he thinks I'm incredible? I shook my head at him. “What?” I said.

The doctor and nurse gasped as their eyes glazed over, their bodies slumping into unconsciousness. Hector scoffed softly. “Humans are so fragile.” He turned his gaze toward the door—the direction Harry and Aadhira had exited. “They thought they could outsmart me,” he muttered. “The Supreme Council. Those self-righteous fools.” His lips curled into a sinister smile. “They planned to give birth to the most powerful supernatural being this world has ever seen.” He chuckled darkly. “But power without corruption is meaningless.” Hector moved toward the medical tray and picked up a syringe—already filled with his blood.