Hot-blooded Youth Novels & Stories

Biting down on her bottom lip, she gently rubs her growing stomach which seemed invisible until she turns slightly to the side as a smile graced her face. “Hello, mommy’s baby, wait until daddy sees you, I love you so much.” TO BE CONTINUED… P.S. Sorry for the short chapter guys, currently working on the next as you read. Heat Vol 2. Is meant to finish this month, so expect frequent chapters, and all those who are back to school, hope you enjoy it and that all goes well with your education ;)

Unknown pov I was very angry, furious, and very disoriented, my men refused to help me find the last white wolf, it's starting to piss me off, I need her beside me so that I will become the stronger pack of all with her gift. Just then one of my men enter "tell me you find her already" "no sir, we did not see any white wolf, maybe the person is not of age yet" he replied me frightening

He started running to build up muscle strength in his legs and endurance. He pestered his parents to enroll him in the San Antonio Youth Hockey League. He worked his ass off learning the game, soaking up everything he could from the coaches. He knew that scouts and coaches were always looking for players who could skate and read the game. Players who were willing to do whatever it took to help the team win and add to team chemistry. He became one of the top players in youth hockey.

do not sadden your gracious brow, Your azure eye, mirror of peace and innocence, Which reveals your soul and reflects the heavens! As Victor Hugo said, youth is beautiful but I add that it must be lived knowingly, let's know that regrets always come after actions, reuthiou dina fekk dieuf wess, let's live our youth in moderation while being aware that a mistake during our youth can harm our future and our very present, youth is considered honey as long as being old we have no regrets and it is considered spice as long as we say to ourselves I could go back, I wouldn't do this or that.

A minute later he came back in fully dressed and sat back down beside Alys taking her hand in his again. “OK.” She inhaled deeply then let it out slowly, thinking and collecting her thoughts. Her mom and Aiden sat quietly watching her. “So if my dad is a wolf, does that mean I am?” “Technically, you are a half blood.” Aiden answered. “Then wasn’t I supposed to get my wolf when I turned 18 or something?” She asked remembering what her mom said about being nervous around then.

“Burn it to the ground.” Crow grinned, dark and wide. “With pleasure.” The table shook with the force of fists pounding in agreement. Brotherhood wasn’t built on mercy. It was forged in fury and kept alive by violence. These men didn’t just have my back. They were part of me. Flesh and smoke and fire. “She thinks she’s marrying into legacy,” I said, grabbing the bottle again. “She doesn’t know she’s marrying into a cage.” I turned toward the door, the fire inside me a living, breathing thing.

The old gym’s smell filled everything: sweat, aged canvas, iron and leather mingled in the air, making Kai Mercer feel as if he had never truly left this place. Though he had tried to walk away three years ago, the gym received him like an old creditor, as if it had absorbed every punch, every drop of his sweat — and now it wanted it back. Cracks ran along the walls, the bags’ leather was mottled with stains and tears, and the floor bore the darkened stains of old blood. It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t clean — but it was real.

It wasn't a curse delivered by an enemy; it was a biological, cellular rot born of an unquenchable, starving madness. The chronic disease flooded the original bloodlines, short-circuiting their higher intellects, burning away their speech, their strategies, and their beautiful memories until the grand creators were reduced to the mindless, zombie-like husks that the modern world now called the Blood-born. They became slaves to a baseline, ravenous instinct to feed on anything that carried a heartbeat, buried alive beneath a mountain of starving rot.

This amused me. I pushed him away lightly; he seemed taken aback by this and stood gaping at me. I lay on the bed and rested my head on my hand, savoring the flustered look on his face. "Go back to where you came from, kiddo. Tell your boss that I don't fool around with minors," I said. I stretched out on the bed, crossing my long legs together. My thin skirt barely covered me. He seemed to panic when he heard me. He hurried over but couldn't bring himself to meet my gaze. "I'm of age, angel! I don't have a boss, either. I volunteered for this—I just wanted to be by your side."

“Hey, Cali.” I turned in my seat, eyeing the young man who had sidled up to my side. “Hey, YB.” I gave him a smile. “You doing ok?” His eyebrows shot up as he chuckled. “Hey, that was going to be my line.” “Sorry.” I gave a small shrug. YB was young. Younger than me by several years and from what Truth had told me, been hanging around the club since he was fourteen. Desperate to patch in. Which he had done only a year ago. The youngest patched member they had. Hence the name Young Blood.