Hook Novel Novels & Stories

“The Creed’s poison runs deep. But we still have time — if we stand together.” Aera’s voice trembled. “Or if we fall apart, we die alone.” Ying sheathed her blade. “The hunt isn’t over. It’s just beginning.” As the snow fell heavier outside, the camp braced for what was to come. The traitor was among them, but who? And what price would they pay before the truth was revealed? Who wears the mask of loyalty—and who hides a knife behind their back? The shadows grow darker, and the night longer.

Some would say to take that as a blessing and I like to think that I do. The Hook Man was the first and only supernatural case that I will ever take. I would much rather learn about the ghoulies and ghosts from books than from real life cos in all honesty, Drummond’s spirit scared the hell out of me. Dawn may have said I was a bad ass for stopping him but I didn’t feel like one. And it was blind luck that when he pulled me over it had brought me closer to his grave otherwise I doubt that I would’ve been able to torch his remains before he killed me.

But it was just something about her. When I kissed her yesterday, I wasn't sure if she was going to slap me or run away. Not once did I think she would indulge. I am about to check the time again, but there is a knock on the door. "Come in." I say and the door opens. "Good morning Mr. Capone." "Good morning Hannah. Do you have my coffee?" "Yes sir." I look up from my paperwork after she hands the coffee to me and I nearly drop it. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

Hello and Happy Summer to Everyone!! The sequel to "The Hunt" is called "The Dragon's Treasure" and it is being posted one chapter at a time on the web app here on Good Novel! (The first chapter will post this afternoon - June 14, 2022) You won't be able to find the book on the mobile version for a few months yet (it has to go through approval and I don't want to make it pay to read quite yet as I work through the story development and editing phases).

A reasonable definition of truth is to unfold secret's. But what lies are there to be told? “An 18 -year -old girl has been missing since last month and now the police have found her body. Sadly, they found her dead. They could not explain the reason for her case and are still in the process of investigation. What was surprising was that there was not even a trace of the stabbing nor shooting on the girl's body that could have caused her death. Instead, they found traces of a bite on the side of her neck. It's sounded like there are really a vampire and people believe that it might be true—” I rolled my both eye's after I turn off the TV.

Today we all celebrated that i was awake and thankfully alive. Author’s Note Hey Guys, We have about 2 more chapters to go before the ending of ‘hooked up’ Thank you for reading

She opened her eyes to look. The stone has shown brightly. It was glowing deep red. It was spreading light miles away. Everyone was shocked to see this. Shama was surprised too. Just then her eyes turned red. The fire was burning in her eyes. A strong wind started blowing. Her dark hair blew with the strong wind. Shama's fangs came out of her mouth. Her necklace flew in the air. Shama's body started absorbing energy from it. The locket and it turned into a crown with a red ruby on it and sat on the top of her head crowning her as the next hire to the vampire clan.

“Come here. Before you change your mind and start meditating as a coping mechanism.” I stepped toward her. A small flame snapped up, reflecting against Hazel’s cheek. I leaned in, inhaled until the tip flared orange, then stepped back. The first drag always hit a little too hard, a cocktail of nostalgia and stupidity. I blew the smoke into the night, watching it fade between the city lights. “I hate nicotine,” I muttered. “But you love feeling dangerous,” Hazel replied flatly. “Exactly.” Rhea stirred her wine, eyes on the water. “Honestly,” she said quietly, “I still think this is some kind of twisted prank from a universe that got bored.”

The sharp scent of blood filled the room. He grunted, stumbling back. I scrambled to my feet, clutching my bleeding neck as I made for the kitchen. I didn't get far. He slammed into me, driving me into the counter. My claws gouged into the wood as I fought to stay upright. "Why are you-" My words cut off with a hiss as a needle pierced my neck. Heat surged through my veins, burning like fire. Wolfsbane. He'd injected me with wolfsbane. I collapsed, convulsing, claws tearing at my own neck as I fought to breathe. Scout barked somewhere in the background, but it felt distant, like everything was slipping away.

she pointed to the black crop top and black jeans she was wearing, “-I decided to be a Black widow.” “When I got there, people were drunk, smoking, getting high. Typical Halloween party. So I got drunk too. And then I stumbled into Captain America who was half drunk.” Athena pointed at me. “That’s your Evan. And the next thing I know is I wake up naked in his bed. So I do the most logical thing, I slip out secretly and forget him.” “Did you forget him?” Athena blew a breath of air. “No, I tried too. But once my hungover memories came back. I realized that we did have a pretty nice conversation and I actually laughed.”