House Harkonnen Book Novels & Stories

Jasper Reid programmed the address into Jasper’s phone, right down to the GPS map. “See here,” he pointed to a building well back from the main road. “It doesn’t look like much normally, just some sheds. But on fight night, it comes alive, and you won’t be able to miss it. There will be hundreds of cars there, and lights and music. Just remember, there are humans there too, guests, so although it’s a full moon, no shifting.”

Byron I strode through the dark corridors of the dungeons, passing by several cells, most of which held Hollowborns we captured. Hollowborns were the second plague of our time. Capturing supernaturals and stealing their magic. I always enjoy torturing them. But today, I'd come for a different reason. I stopped before the cell that held the werewolf. The gates had been laced with wolfsbane, making it impossible for her to try to escape. It didn't seem like she was planning on it, judging by how she curled against the wall, hugging her knees tightly. She didn't seem to notice my presence, or maybe she just didn't care enough.

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

Yes, that was also Nadir's job - collecting male sperm for incubus. Now, filled with life-giving energy, she walked down the street, invisible to people. Nadir was able to dissolve into thin air when she didn't want all the men's eyes on her. Suddenly, a car flashed past Nadir, which was full of suffering, sadness and complete despair. It worked on her as a bait. No demon could resist the feeling of such misfortune. Nadir ran in a demonic speed, thanks to which she quickly caught up with the car. It stopped in front of a small tenement house, the owner of the car got out and slowly "crawled" to the front door. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a little bit of facial hair, black hair,

- I responded back, burying my thoughts deep. My face flushed realizing that he had been able to pick up these X-Rated thoughts so easily since I had been so deep into it. The book hadn't helped at all to keep my mind on my task for the day. It had been the equivalent of "See Spot Run" in the Draygonian world. Nerrian rolled his eyes and closed the book. He set it off to the side on a pile of books that never quite made it back to his shelves. I don't think this will work today. Nerrian admitted shaking his head.

"Zenith Prime is designed to withstand a supernova. Brute force won't get us inside." "Then we don't use brute force," Sebastian looked down at his wife, a cold, calculated smirk playing on his lips. The King of Wall Street was back in his element. "We pick the lock." [The Trojan Horse] Harper placed her hands against the primary navigation console. "Elara," Harper called out to the silver-skinned scavenger, who was staring at the golden planet in absolute terror. "You said you were a mechanic for the Empire. How do supply ships pass through the barrier?"

I had no idea how long I'd been digging in the files before I finally located the highly sensitive files that involved the actual functions of the hunk of rock and metal that we called Horus. After a quick consultation with Mirele- I had discovered that we could communicate with each other without having to vocalize actual words- we decided to pull a copy into our server since it was critical data. We couldn't risk damaging the original copies held by the Ten.

The room fell silent, save for the crackle of the dying pilot lights and the heavy, ragged breathing of the vanguard. Natalia turned her gaze slowly toward the seven council elders. They were all on their knees now, huddled together in the soot-covered corner of the hall, their embroidered robes stained with the grease of the ruptured flame-lances. Harkan was trembling so violently his gold chains clattered against his chest. "Natalia... please," Harkan whimpered, his old hands reaching out toward her bare, blood-flecked feet. "We did it for the survival of the pups. The empire would have burned the nurseries. We had no choice."

Because the rumors surrounding our bond needed to be fed. Because appearances mattered. That was all. Yet no matter how many times I reminded myself of those facts, my mind insisted on replaying the memory. Her lips. The surprise in her eyes. The way she had frozen initially before responding. I shut the book. Hard. The sound echoed through the room. Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. I was the Alpha King of the Duskborne Dynasty. I ruled over thousands. Entire packs bent their knees before me. Wars had been fought in my name.

She really didn't want to consider this possibility, didn't even want to think about it, but knew well that she had to plan the next step in case of need. After nearly two hours of walking, Miyuki heard a rustle in nearby bushes, but saw nothing. Then, she stepped out from behind the trees into a small meadow where a real mansion stood, in style reminiscent of Victorian villas. The building looked evidently abandoned, as nature was already slowly starting to spread around and ivy was covering virtually every outer wall. Miyuki paused for a moment, taking in the building and surrounding area, looking for any signs of someone's presence, and for a convenient entrance, as the main door was boar