Historic Novels & Stories

So here goes nothing, I think, and lead my brothers deeper into the yawning blackness ahead. "It stinks down here," Roberto mutters. "That's because these tunnels are over one-hundred years old," Connor states. "Can you imagine all the booze they used to sneak in through here?" "Barrels of it, I'm sure." Roberto nearly bumps into me when I abruptly stop. "What's up?" Cocking my head, I listen closely, trying to hear past the dripping water, wishing I could see beyond the looming obscurity and endless shadows ahead. "I thought I heard something."

He was tired of watching the once-great and happy pack continue to suffer under the damage caused by Hugh and the Alphas before him. And Roy knew exactly what his uncle meant. Four generations earlier, during the reign of Roy’s great-great-grandfather, Sebastian, the White Moon Pack and the Blue Moon Pack had once been united as one powerful pack known simply as the Moon Pack. Back then, they were feared and respected across the entire region.

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

I didn't kiss a guy for 5 years I'm pretty nervous. And then he touches my lips and it's going automatically. I get lost and almost forget where we are when suddenly the bathroom door opens and I remember Defne in it. I immediately let go of his lips and get into Deniz room before she gets out. "Vay, vay, vay, eniste!" Defne playfully adds in Turkish saying wow three times and uncle to Hudson. Eniste is used in Turkish as the husband of the sister or an aunt. I guess she heard us. They both laugh and I hear their steps going downstairs.

I said to her walking back to the counter to sit but before I could the door to the kitchen smashed open with enough force almost break it off the wall. I looked at my sister's and Uncle expression on they face was a surprise , then his scent filled my nose and Shiva howled at him . I then I heard a growl from him behind me made my spine shiver a little I turned around to a man the size of the door he was standing in. I looked into his eyes while I was meet with the beautiful hazel color I have ever seen with scar on his left eye and dark hair to his shoulders and skin that looks like the sun kissed him. Then I heard my Uncle said " Hello Alpha Kane " . WHAT ! I mentally said.

"I was eight when she was left at the orphanage after her parents were killed in a plane crash. I learned how to sign so she had someone to talk to. She accepted that I was intersex when we hit puberty and we grew really close. "We made love the night before she turned eighteen and was able to leave the orphanage. This was before I met Miranda my senior year of high school. Melanie passed away yesterday from breast cancer and wanted me to take Skye in the same way I took her in when we lived in the orphanage," I choke quietly and Skye breaks into uncontrolled sobs again.

"Calm down, will you?" "Peace, you don't understand. I'm happy that he finally wants to introduce me to the world but then, there goes his family. They are quite infamous for always maltreating the less privileged, so I am scared." "Babe keep calm, Alex loves you and that is all that matters, Peace reassured." Oops, pardon my manners. I'm Vivian Blakes. I don't know if I should say I'm a Nigerian or just claim to be an American. Either way, I'm African-American.

“The thrill of divine surprise exceeds the human minds, they are stunned when history is made and they are stupefied when a legend is born” The cock crowed loudly as a symbol of the breaking dawn, the sweet melodies of birds filled the air as they flew out of their nests seeking to make the best of this new day. The sun glowed warmly and the Hunter kingdom gave off an ancient feeling of the medieval era, even though so much time has passed and the rest of the world has improved in terms of civilization, the kingdom remained unaffected by the passage of time.

Anyways, I stood in front of the mirror gawking at myself. My eyes, red and swollen, appeared lifeless with dark circles prominent under them, a result of bawling my eyes out and due to lack of sleep. Dry tears stained my cheeks, my unkempt hair sticking all over my sweaty skin. The pale skin of my neck was covered with hickeys which had turned black and blue by now. My busted lips with blood clouted on them. My state didn't disappoint my anticipation. As expected, I look horrible. My brutalized disheveled appearance resembled a homeless person.

Ollie unchained Riley, and they made their way upstairs to meet the Rogue King. Riley's heart started to race the closer they got. She was finally going to meet the man, or better yet, the monster who has been keeping her prisoner. Her anger rose as well. She wanted to rip this man to pieces. She could feel Avas anger as well, but Ava was not strong enough to come through with the silver chained around her ankle. They finally made it up the stairs and headed for the living room, where she saw a large man standing with his back turned to her. He was speaking with her mother. He turned once she was closer, and when he turned, he was beautifully handsome. Riley was taken aback as she was not ex