Herc Hansen Novels & Stories

And he was most definitely not Earnest. He was tall, with a lean, almost predatory grace, dressed in a dark, tailored suit that seemed to absorb the light. His hair was araven black, slicked back from a sharp, angular face. But it was his eyes that held me captive – a piercing, unsettling shade of emerald green, so unlike the warm, sky-blue of Earnest’s. They were cold, calculating, and unnervingly familiar. A shiver, not of cold but of a primal unease, traced its way down my spine.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

Nolan: “You know, she is a good, you know, around at least in front of the pack members, she managed to do something that is good.” Alessandro said, walking out to the veranda where I stood watching the preparation around the pack, watching as they readied themselves for what was to come.

The one's tasked with royal duties, the kind of duties no one ever talked about or lived to tell the tale. The man turned to look at me. His hair was dark brown, and his face and bronzed skin were littered with scars. The woman was equally as tall. Her blonde hair was braided and pulled back like many of the warriors did when going into battle. She had a scar above her brow, and her ivory skin was covered in scars similar to the man. "I am Hercules, and this is Astrid." Both Damon and I exchanged a look before nodding. "Where is the prisoner?" Damon asked.

"Hansen." Christopher rushed over in the dark night, and called out to him with a smile as he saw him. He extended his fist and punched his shoulder. "You rascal, taking action without my instructions again." Hansen was expressionless. He sneered and said sarcastically, "If I hadn't acted early, you probably wouldn't be able to capture Brock throughout your entire career, and all our hard work would go to waste. You wouldn't be able to get your credit either."

Hansen said in a low voice. "Can't you see?! Adrian’s determined to protect that dragon. You should make your decision now. Do you want the dragon or Adrian?" Fynn said solemnly. Hansen fell silent. What was it he truly wanted? The crimson dragon or Adrian? After pondering for half a minute, Hansen sighed and made his decision. "I want the dragon.” "If you're going to do it, then do it thoroughly. Finish Adrian off and don't give him a chance to leave this place alive," Fynn said solemnly.

"The receptionist at the hospital sent me an email saying that a patient was being transferred to us from Global Health Hospital today." Her dad furrowed his brow in concern. "And what's so unusual about that?" he asked. Larisa's gaze shifted to the floor as she continued. "I looked through the patient's medical history, and he was diagnosed with Thoracic Aortic Dissection," she said, her voice quivering just slightly.

Within a few minutes, she received the attacker's information from an anonymous source. "Wow, I did not expect this." She mumbled in amazement as her eyes skimmed past the files. PS: *The organisation Hila used to work in was divide into many groups called clans. There were the main branches: Hian Hoshi Hian Ji Hian Fang Hian Lao These groups were considered to birth the best assasins, with the Hian Hoshi (Hila's clan) at the topmost. I This explains why she easily got information from the Elder.

“Therefore, if he were to die, I wanted to be merciful. If you are being honest and I am your cousin, then do this for me.” Ezra looked at me for a second, shaking his head in question as he waited for what I had to say about this. I nodded in response, letting him know to go with it. There was no use denying her something that she wanted. Tormenting him was not going to get ME anywhere anyway. “Your wish is my command, little Lycan…”

Hansen smiling terribly annoyingly. “What if we reject to cooperate with you? As our daddy said so, those Crudus’ violins have given us the prosperous as well as the wealthy life we’ve been leading so far. It’s absolutely impossible we’re to give them away to anybody else, including you, Mr. Hansen Huang…” replied Eriwan sharply and somewhat ferociously. “Don’t mess up with me, Kids… You won’t enjoy messing up with me…” said Mr. Hansen Huang furiously. He was about to clutch Eriwan’s T-shirt when suddenly his hand was pushed away strongly and harshly by Erito.