Hugh Fraser Audiobook Novels & Stories

"Okay, so I was looking for that History book that Alistair had given to you for some reason" He blinked, taken aback. He didn't know she had seen the exchange, hopefully she hadn't heard what had been said between them "W-why do you need the book love?" He asks, trying to compose himself. "I'm going to have to tell you something that you might not believe but I need you to" Audrey narrates everything, from her dreams, to Nostradamus's prophecy and how the tapestry had depicted the same wolf as the one she had seen in her dreams.

That scene was etched deeply within Harper's mind. Since then, she was made aware of how severe her mother's claustrophobia was. "There's a price to pay when you speak nonsense." Hugh's voice was light, but there was an underlying hint of hostility within it. For a moment, Harper didn't know what to say. Her heart was filled with hate. After a while, Harper chuckled coldly. "Hugh, do you really like Leslie that much? Will your feelings for her never change no matter what happens to her?"

He swore it on his life. Hugu was really scared, he suddenly started having flash backs of the most hurtful moment of his life where he lost his parents. "Calm down tell me what happened here" an elderly werewolf asked the little boy, Hugh after finding him in the ashes of a already burnt house. Him and his sister had come back home to check for their parents but found only ashes left. His sister was still poking round, holding back her tears and hoping for something to turn up. She left little Hugh by himself.

“Where’s Sage? What have you done with her?” Casper laughs, making all the hair on my body stand on end. “It was so much fun hearing the whooshing sound as my men hauled your friend’s body into the Hudson. Have you found him yet? He must be a mess.” I close my eyes tightly as his words strike me like a bullet through the heart. Hunter’s dead!

The cold wind howled fiercely and the dim glow of the setting sun casted a dull, foreboding light over the terrain. A sudden, piercing screech shattered the silence as a large, black crow descended from the sky. It hopped onto Hugh’s shoulder, it's beady eyes gleaming briefly before its body dissolved into dark smoke. The tendrils curled around Hugh’s head like living shadows before slowly slithering into his ear. Hugh’s expression hardened as the vision burned into his mind. He turned to Kayziel. “They’re coming." He said, his tone grave. "Only two days’ ride away.”

Hugh Fleshy and Gilar Fleshy escorted the Ans De Lou Kingdom's troops home. It was strange. It was their first time doing so and even stranger, Hugh felt a little lost. "We've only met that person for a few hours and only talked for a few minutes but why do I feel like I idolized him right away," Hugh said honestly. Gilar responded, "Hugh, I ... seem to know who he is." Hugh rolled his eyes, reluctant to reply. "I'm serious," Gilar said. Hugh walked back with a slight grimace from his wound. "So what?"

Hugh’s final shot had struck him dead in the chest. He collapsed in a pool of blood, and people rushed in to treat his wounds, but he refused to cooperate. Instead, he fixed his gaze on me. “Ms. Sheargold, Mr. Castillo is calling for you!” One of the bodyguards leaned in and heard Hugh say my name. Everyone instantly looked at me. As I approached, the people surrounding him parted to make way. Hugh gripped my hand with all his remaining strength. He said in broken, halting sentences, “Taz, it’s okay if… you never forgive me…

“Get to the southern border now. Hold Charles off the best you can. I’m on my way.” Hugh takes control, leading a fresh wave of warriors into battle. Screams bounce off around the woods as we near our destination. My wolf doesn’t slow down to assess the situation. He bursts from the tree line, his eyes locked on the wolf that we used to call brother. He stands in front of Colin, doing his best to strangle him. Hugh charges at Kurt, knocking him down as if he’s a bowling pin. Colin falls next to his brother, gasping for air.

He said he was grabbing food and coming up. "Bastard and his stomach!" I moaned, shaking my head. I wanted to get out of her and take Aurora as far away from Maxwell and his leering eyes. "Do we have to wait all fucking day or what?" I heard Maxwell bark from the other end of the room, making me grin at Frank's door. "Aww, what's wrong? Your booboo hurting?" Hugo laughed, waltzing through the door with a tray of sandwiches, crisps and cans of what looked like Pepsi. Enough for more than just him.

Through the ringing in my ears, I can only make out a few words of what’s being said. Things like, “ambulance,” and, “as fast as you can.” Hugh has always been the most selfish of the lot, ever seeking his own pleasure, never really doing anything for anyone else. I regret so very deeply that this has to be the time for him to go out of character and change his ways. He’s not awake, but I still find myself asking his unconscious body, over and over, “Why would you do this? Why would you let yourself be hurt like this?”