Hetalia Denmark Novelas e Histórias

“You don’t owe me an explanation. And you definitely don’t owe me an apology. There’s nothing wrong with you, Mr. Lund. I’m just weird because I’m weird, not because you’re weird. You’re perfect, okay? Just be yourself, and I’ll be myself, and we can be weird and awkward together. Sound good?” He nods, and I can’t help but smile as I pull my hand back. “So, tell me about Denmark. Do you think we’ll see any polar bears?” The way he chuckles makes my chest swell with pride. I did that. I distracted him and brought a smile to his face. See? I’m already helping. “No, we won’t see any polar bears in Copenhagen.” I lean over in my seat, grinning. “But, I mean, never say never, right? There are pol

Callum teased, but Dante growled at the mention of her name, clearly affected by it. The room fell silent as the massive doors opened, revealing a tall, bulky, bald man. It was the alpha king. His aura felt weak and dark, unlike Dante's commanding presence. Next to him was a petite, beautiful girl with shiny brown hair and big brown eyes. Dante stiffened, so that was his mate. The Alpha King approached us.

[Max’s POV] Damen is the devil himself! I love that man. I had not expected to take it this far already with our little mate, as she is human, and I am fighting so hard to not freak her out. Then, here comes Damen with his dark brilliance, bringing our mate to sit on my lap so we can play. Dominic (Dom), my wolf, is pacing in anticipation to complete our bond with her, as I am trying to reason with him that she is not ready, yet he insists she is.

Marie examined the first bouquet and found a scented lavender paper folded neatly with a Danish Royal seal on the back. To Dear Miss Marie Sieran, Velkommen til kongehuset. It means “Welcome to the royal household!” You will enjoy your stay here. Consider the rich greenfields, the smiles of every folk, the songs of sunrises and sunsets, and the vast nature of knowledge and understanding. They are just around you. I want you to embrace the Danish culture as your own. Do not forget to sing the lullabies of your fatherland as you watch the Danish youths. As the potter carefully shapes the clay on the design he wants to make, make a difference by molding our youths; embrace your new haven. I wil

Catrina hissed, “It’s Alpha!” “I don’t understand what you’re talking about. You keep mentioning Luna, Alpha, and me being human. What is all this even supposed to mean?” I replied. As I spoke, my hair shifted, revealing my face. Dane’s eyes narrowed with anger, his expression growing dark just as it had before, but this time he wasn’t pleased. He pulled my hair to the other side, and I tried to cover my eye, but he lifted my chin with his finger. “Who did this?” he growled, and his chest rumbled, startling me.

He chuckled and said, "Tone down your voice." Drake let out a long sigh before casting an eye across to Emily. He gave her a little head shake before gently petting her pallid hand. Damn it! There is an issue with the Alpha, who appears to have a problem with his stray. ’ Dillon had this concept about the beta. He considered asking him for more but ultimately decided against it. After Drake had finished speaking, Dillon maintained his silence. “Dillon?” "Yes, alpha?" Drake sighed. He questioned, "How are you able to declare that you like a woman?"

"Hmm, we’ll relay what we learned to Janaina. They were from the States, they might know something. There’s also Alpha Kenneth of The Shadow Wolves Pack. His mate’s from the states, see if you can organise a meeting with them." "That pack…" Darien raised an eyebrow. Yeah, ok the guy was a fucking Ken doll and spoke like he was the fucking king of England with an accent and mannerisms of the royal family. Let’s just say he and I did not go well at one fucking table. "Yeah… I'm sure his woman’s from Florida…" I frowned. Darien smirked slightly. "Well, I better get on a call to Buckingham palace then." He joked, with a mock accent. I gave him a small smirk as I turned away, shoving my hands int

He had taken care of his end of the Death Contract. Meredith ignored him and walked up to a couple to thank them for coming. She introduced herself and then Brayden. “Hello, Denison.” Of course, Brayden knew him, Meredith thought as Brayden greeted the man with chocolate hair and chocolate eyes and a lush chocolate beard. He wore a classic black and white tux and had a beautiful woman clutching his arm. “This is my date Salka Bjorndottir,” Denison introduced the woman to them. She was about five foot eight with long straw-colored hair that looked like it had been kissed by a cold sun. Her cornflower eyes were set under full eyebrows that matched her hair perfectly.

she replied as she gets a cup and fills it with a caramel latte. I laughed. “What’s the use of the internet? Search for it,” I suggested. She scratched her left eyebrow and give the cup to the girl who’s standing in front. “That’s the problem. We only know him by his name, but we don’t know how he looks like. He has no pictures on the internet.” Mysterious. “What’s his name?” “Prince Damian. He’s the crown prince, next to the throne. The future King of Denmark. A year older than us, taking up Business Ad—same us yours. But he may be in the higher year. Who knows? Or maybe he just got his masters or what.”

My voice was low and barely above a whisper. He scoffed. “Really? Good then.” He nodded his head severely, and I looked up. “We should end it here and now.” What does that mean? What is he going to do? It’s not what I’m thinking— is he going to— “I, Drake woodland, Alpha of the Silver Tail Pack, reject you, Danika wolbane as my Goddess-given mate. You’re never going to be my Luna and me your mate. Accept my rejection.” The coldness in his tone knocked out my lungs, making it impossible for me to breathe—suffocating. It was suffocating and unbearably painful.