Hoor Novels & Stories

I walked down the hall into the corridor turning to go up the stairs when Jordie stops me. "Umm Boss you ain going to believe this." He seemed nervous to speak "Believe what?" I turned wondering what had him so shook up. "The Alphas we're attacked, Rose is dead, Bellamy is on his way in critical condition and Thomas has a few broken bones. They said Hazel lead the attack." He immediately put his head towards the ground feeling my anger flow from me.

This Mysterious figure tapped the feet of the Daemon boar and whispered, “ Horc, These are the commands your master has given to you, once you are done, you shall be free ” A red rune circle appeared on the forehead of the Horc. Horc is the name given to all Daemon boar specie. It is said that these Horcs are the weakest of the Daemon kind but with a little boost, they can surpass even a C-class five-star mage or swordsman. For someone like Amaria -who isn't a mage like Teresa and Dove nor a mana using swordsman like Elex - she wouldn't stand a chance with a Horc, boost or no boost.

My bra was visible but it is slightly covered by the pillow that I am holding. I heard the door open and closed again. I could barely see what was happening there but I saw someone giving Hazard something. He walked in my direction while eyeing the object he was holding. I held hard on the bottle of rum and tried to drink from it but nothing fell on my mouth, just a few droplets on my lips. I licked it and groaned when I felt my dried lip. It's hot all over my body, my lips are so dry. This is the worst! I want some alcohol! I want my rum!

Horra roared in fear as his scalp turned numb. With no time to consider his next move, he took out several elite-quality pills and threw them into his mouth. He simultaneously mobilized his mana and used the power of rules to suppress the wound from spreading further. It was then that Horra managed got get a good look of the green light that injured him. It was the small palm-sized tower that hovered right before Severin.

wow…. “It seems like you are going for a wedding” one of the makeup artist couldn’t help but squeal in excitement, “I am a lady but I can’t keep my eyes off of you” Aura smiled as she twirled in front of the mirror, even though she couldn’t keep her own eyes off of herself. Her phone rang again and she immediately answered when she saw the caller ID. “Are you ready?” Malcolm’s deep husky voice filtered into her ears. “Yes I am” she beamed.

I said and Aria looked from Red to me nervously . " He should be home by 8 " she said and although I wanted to argue , I let it slide . One step at a time . " He has a sweet tooth so please keep an eye on him when he gets close to sweet things . " He's picky with food..." She went on and on telling me everything I needed to know about Red . " Hey baby , have fun okay " she said and kissed his forehead . " I love you mummy " he said and kissed her cheeks with a smile .

“Keep your eyes on me, Emory. Only listen to my voice. You can do it. Slow breaths.” His hands cupped her face and whispered soothingly, “It’s just me and you here. Let everything else fade away.” Only my voice, Emory. As the carriage sped through the streets, the thunderous sound of the storm filled their ears. Emory closed her eyes and focused on Rahl as everything faded away. Reaching deep into her core, she searched for the light that guided her before. Slowly, the voices faded, leaving only Rahl’s touch and voice like a glimmer of hope amidst the tempest.

His friends immediately hooted at him for getting rejected. Sighing, I turned away to look at the swimmers. To my avail, they had their eyes fixed on me, even Zachariah. His Adam apple bobbing up and down as he starred at me with those beautiful hooded eyes that had got me captivated. He hastily turned around, showing his chiseled back to me. “Let the tournament of 2022 begin.” The boy---Hades, yelled in the mic, the huge crowd erupted in cheers. The thumping of the music getting louder and louder by each passing minute.

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."

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