Hombre-lobo Novels & Stories

Lobo ran off his mouth while trying to stabilize his heart beat. After seeing these men, he started praying really hard that his boys find Ben underground because definitely the men they are scouting for are big players. If they find their target, he will be rewarded and if they don't, he will be punished. It was a fifty-fifty chance that left him with no room for compromise. Gulp! He swallowed and turn to HD whom he had brought back out to the cave entrance the moment he got Derrick's arrival signal HD, who was now going pale due to loose blood, signed warily and opened the cave door again.

he said, his voice high-pitched, and his breathing off as though he had run here the second he heard I was in his parlor. Roberto Sabdoval was probably the most talented tattoo artist in the world, his art a force to be reckoned with, and I had come here because he was the last person to ever crush on my wife, her beauty caused a frenzy in the streets lately, every man was at great risk of what I would do if they looked at her in a way I did not like. He, on the other hand, would never make such a mistake; one, he was too scared of me to do that, and two, he was the most gay man in all of Brazil.

He couldn't have… "Don't worry, I didn't fuck you while you were asleep. I was going to… but I don't like my women dirty. Plus, I was hoping to hear you scream when I finally put my hands on you!" From his cackle and dry yellow eyes, I could tell he'd been in the wild for ages now. He was a rogue, an insane lunatic who would do anything to feel something. A connection he could only feel in a pack. I scoffed as his eyes ran through my body hungrily, "Even if you forcefully take me it won't do anything. All you need is redemption… A meaningful bond with—" "— Shut up!" I felt a rough tug on my chin and the nasty breath of the oldie in my face.

The old Chevy pickup rumbled to life, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he headed toward Aqua's house. The drive to her place was a blur, his mind racing with thoughts of what he would say. When he finally pulled up to her house, he parked the truck and leaned against it, waiting. The morning sun cast a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. At 6'3", with his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, Damon was the epitome of physical perfection. His athletic frame exuded both strength and grace, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

He was fingering his blade again, his lust for blood shed was approaching 10 on the ritcher scale. I shakily got to my feet, glaring at him. What human being does this? Derive satisfaction from terror and pain? He wasn't human. He was a beast. "Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you?" I cried, stalling him with my question. Maybe I could run away. My spirits sank as I looked around. I was standing on a large acre of nothingness and gravel. I was a running target. He walked up to me, his boots crunching on small stones. His breath fanned my face and the look in his eyes chilled my bones. There was no ounce of sympathy in those eyes.

He hated me, hated my authority, and he wasn’t above crossing every line just to prove he could. I’d locked him away years ago, thrown him into a cell so deep no one would hear his screams. But I’ve been in the human world for so long now… Could he have escaped? Could he have told the rogues how to use the forbidden method? A low growl builds in my throat. I push the questions aside and mindlink Caleb, my gamma. “Rogues are on our land. Find them. Kill them all.” His response is immediate. “Already on it, Alpha."

I wasn’t sure if Luna had informed him of the decision this late at night. Seeing my silence, Kelvin let out a low, mocking laugh, his gaze dripping with contempt. His wolf mirrored the same smugness, as though no one but him could ever be my mate. He turned to Amanda and said, with exaggerated sarcasm, “You’re mistaken, my Luna. There is one more option—a rogue wolf. You remember him, don’t you? The one exiled from our pack three years ago. Oh right... I nearly forgot I even had a younger brother.”

Not only did she see it, she smelled it too. Had she made a mistake? Was Aaron Lobo really afraid of facing his half-brother in a fight for dominance? Given Aaron’s fearsome reputation as the alpha of the Amethyst Wolves, she hadn’t been able to believe he had actually chosen to run away rather than face his half-brother when his half-brother had challenged him for the position of the alpha.

Realising Alpha Gavin sided with the rogues was bugging. What if they turn on him? As I had found out, the rogue leader was a man named Lucho. And I haven't heard any good things about him. All terrible things. He was a terrorist to the core—a tyrant with vile ambitions. He could burn the world to achieve his aim. He had no respect for anyone or anything. No respect for the law or an Alpha King. He seems to have an unstable mind. And that kind of man could backstab anyone. He was not one to be trusted.

“Can’t your four wings move separately?” Lolo patted his chest again with all four wings. “Ah, isn’t this little fellow Loki’s grandson?” Frey said. Both Lolo and I looked at him in confusion. “Loki always says Hot-Blooded Man is his son.” “Oh right—how is Hot-Blooded Man doing?”