Hilda Marra Novels & Stories

Emily Warner I swallow hard as I look at the Lachlan enterprise building approaching. I felt Danika rub my back before I got out after saying bye to her. I ignored all my thoughts as walked straight in the building to the cafeteria. I need food to calm my nerves. I avoided greeting people and acted like I was in a hurry. I was in no mood to have small talk about my ‘vacation’. Everyone in the office was just as shocked as me when Hank announced his marriage news. The number of people that came up to me and asked me ‘I thought you were

But he could not bring himself to ask her. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. It was Hilda with her eyes not looking like the ones a common werewolf would have. "And you are?" Alpha Alex asked. "I'm Hilda. Descendant of the Luna of the Lumen pack. The werewolf goddess Oracle. And the greatest werewolf that has ever lived." Hilda replied to him as Alpha Alex feared her eyes even though he was an Alpha. So he ushered her in.

But her roommate had other plans. “Get up, let's go out. Everyone is out connecting," Hilda insisted impatiently. She was dressed in a stylish party dress, her makeup perfectly done. With her dark brown eyes, curly auburn hair, and a confident smile, Hilda, around nineteen, exuded a lively energy. Despite her enthusiasm, she maintained a cool-headed demeanor, always ready to have fun but with a calm and composed attitude. She was ready to leave but refused to go without Boma.

Emree explains, sadly. Iliana’s chair scrapes against the floor, maybe shocked they tricked her or angry she didn’t figure it out, “I order you to shut up! Leave,” Iliana hisses. I’m slightly shocked Emree listened without argument. As a Nymph, she’s can easily dominate Iliana. It makes me wonder what she put them through as children. I don’t stop her and watch her disappear. If Iliana thinks this the end of our conversation – she is sorely mistaken.

Not knowing what to do, I took a seat at a secluded spot siping on the non-alcoholic wine in my hand. "Hi, I'm Brenda Wilson."

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Having noticed Aleja was preoccupied, she thinks he's staring at someone who really interests him. "Tell me, Mara, who is she? Who exactly she is? Misty? Daisy? Ameira? What's her real name and when did she start working here?" Aleja knitted his forehead, throwing diggers on the young girl.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

Gosh, my mother is going to kill me when she finds out. I couldn’t go too far as I bumped into something hard and nearly fell on the ground. Someone grabbed me then held me up. I looked up and found myself looking into a pair of piercing grey eyes that belonged to none other than Logan Hill. “Marina? What are you doing here? Why are you running?” he asked. He looked at my distraught face. His eyes narrowed. “Um…well…I’m on a date,” I stammered. “Is that right?” he asked and stared at me intently. “So, where is your date?”