Hot-blooded Youth Novels & Stories

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

I struggle to lift my arm. I can feel his gaze on my back. I manage to lift the picture with great difficulty. I only begin to admire their smiling faces; a younger, happier me wedged between them when the heat from the flames begin to lick the paper. I watch as the picture begins to curl in on itself, turning darker and darker until I can no longer make out their faces. My face, just for a moment, so young and so free, smiles back at me. And then the flames consume me too. That young boy dies with them. I never let go of the picture, not even when the flames lick my fingertips. The heat is nice. I want to step into it, let it consume me. Burn away all the horrors that have been and will con

“…This can’t continue,” one of the elders slammed his palm against the round wooden table. “We sit here every week while those boys tear through the pack like rabid dogs!” “They are not boys anymore, Elder Mauren,” An elder replied, his voice calmer but edged with irritation. “They are Alpha-blooded, yes, but that does not give them the right to act without consequence.

Then quickly run out of the room. Before that person got away she got her gun right away. Since the day her daddy and aunt Andrea died she learned to hold a gun. Pull the trigger of the gun and have the courage to fight. Not only for herself but for Shen's sake too. She practiced gun shooting. In fact she became a sharp shooter in shooting. "Don't take any move step to get away. Even just in a one step forward I would not hesitate to pull the trigger of my gun. I'll make sure you're dead with just one bullet.

“Let’s get him…” As the remaining hundred over people looked at each other, their eyes seemed to be burning with passion. At that moment, they were looking at Zayn as if he was their enemy, their chests filled with an immense motivation to defeat the man! Each and every one of the men were hot-blooded and hated to lose. Hence, now that they were being driven into a corner by a mere young man, they could not contain their anger any longer.

"I won’t sugarcoat it; this school has its share of troublemakers. You’ll encounter a lot of bullies, so it’s best to ignore them for your own safety, especially a group known as 'DANGER.'" "DANGER? This is a school! Why would a group call themselves that? We're here to learn." I replied, somewhat unimpressed by his warning. He chuckled at my reaction. "They’re a group of popular students from wealthy families in the city. They can be quite intimidating and often bully other students. Trust me, avoiding them might be the smartest thing you can do. If you come across them, just run—run for your life." he cautioned me, his expression serious.

His eyes widened the sight of the bloody sword, especially the blood that freshly flow in it, stain the pure land of a village. The bloody sword bang to the groubd, creating a never before sounds of clenching metals and clashing rocks below-ground. The white figure reveal a sweet smile, she said as she reach the trembling youth, “That's good enough... Rest assure, my loving ancestor,” she smirk and begun to laugh. The two youth is flabbergasted, especially the stained one and was trembled. The bloody-robe youth is shock but he able to calm himself, and his brows arc. He declared, “I'm the remaining rightful lycan to lead the army and the great escape!”

Because I think love is FEARLESS. Combat is FEARLESS"

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

An uprising not of claws and blood, but of hearts. The crucible was burning hotter. And Blackwood was about to fracture—or forge itself unbreakable.