Huntington Comic Con Novels & Stories

Bobbing my head in approval of the kid's banter, I eyed him carefully, not seeing a scratch on him; my brother, however, seemed to support a split lip, cut across his eyebrow and an impressive black eye. "Given the improvements to his face, I am gonna say no!" I expressed, looking at my brother, who was taking another long pull on the bottle of whiskey he had stolen from me. My brother was right. The human shit wouldn't touch the sides for us wolves, so I had commissioned our very own supernatural brand of alcohol known throughout our community as Hell Fangs. It tasted the same but hit harder, giving us paranormal creatures the relief we sometimes needed, loosening our tongues and ridding us

Shadow nodded and walked towards the back of the chopper. The cockpit’s POV: “Do you think they heard anything?” Trixie asked giggling. Dyelon smiled, pulling her to him for a kiss. He was sure whoever was seated on the front two rows definitely heard them both. It wasn’t like they were trying to be quiet that would be impossible. Trixie phone rang breaking him out of his thoughts. Trixie picked up on the third ring with Dyelon lifting her breast to put them into his mouth. He used his teeth to scrape across her pierced nipple making her moan as she greeted the caller. “Hey baby, if I had known you were gonna answer like that; I would have been prepared, and we could have both been moaning i

But I was still overwhelmed by the presence that was Rig Landon. The Hunter. He was notorious on campus. I’d been warned about him during rush week of freshman year, when my dormmates very quickly gathered that I lacked experience with guys… or anything even vaguely resembling a normal life, for that matter. “He’ll sniff you out like a good wine,” they said, laughing and nudging each other. “Like, seriously, watch your back. The guy is like a drug. If he comes for you, you’re toast.” “And so’s your virginity.”

“I’m assuming the delegation is coming home soon?” “Should be. Walt is under investigation. Won’t be hearing from him for a while.” He shrugs. “Not that it bothers me any. Good riddance. But I do have a favor to ask you.” I look at him confused. “And that is?” Hunter grabs another set of shorts from a hidden storage bin behind the tree. “Mind if I come visit? Pretty sure I caught scent of my mate in your pack.”

His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips. "This". He held the glass. Leaning back into Stephen’s chest sniffing his neck. It soothed him. Relaxed him. "Good one Callum . It’s a deer. You sure you want this"? Saint reconfirmed. Callum nodded a yes and the next moment they all gasped when Saint took all shots bottom up. "Yumm". They all laughed looking at him enjoying the treat. "Someone taking lessons. Wow. It’s not so you Stephen". Suddenly the door opened to Zol and they all were shocked.

“What? What do you mean?” “I mean besides the incident where you were nearly assaulted by an unknown man, there is no proof you ever spoke to Zeke,” she says softly. “I can see why you would want a relationship with him. He is quite handsome and he was your savior.” “I didn’t make that up!” She ignores me and continues. “Now there is Henry Hull, the so-called cult leader of the group of monsters. Do you know what comes up on Google when you put in that name?”

"You're one of us, right?" We heard footsteps approaching the bathroom and she immediately released me. We were standing in front of the mirror when the door opened and a blonde guy walked in. He was Aaron. He stared at us strangely and said, ``I thought i heard something, Miss Wilson." I looked at Cathy who turned to the other side. "Nothing. Get out of here. This isn't the male's bathroom." I yelled and he walked out. I turned and saw Cathy seething in anger. Her eyes had turned light blue and I went into her thoughts. 'Hunters.'

I placed a hand on his back and found he was as tense as me. “It’s an absurd conspiracy! Lord Harrington has been a prominent member of this congregation for centuries. He was Lord Ravenwood’s friend and business partner. Why would he do such a thing?” cried out a member sitting at the table. “Heresy, I say! We don’t know what she is. She’s certainly not one of us. That thing could doom us all!” shouted another member. Even Carmine, with his gavel in hand, had many difficulties calming this meeting down. After some room personnel helped, the congregation meeting resumed.

Hugo said. “You’re a real Marvel fanatic, Hugo,” said Damon. “This may be the effect when there’s nothing to do at home,” Hugo said. “Anyway, there’s a party at home next week. I invite you.” “Party? Why? What’s happening?” Raven asked. Hugo didn’t answer. He just smiled. --------- Meanwhile, the ghost pulled Tyler and Kyra so they fell under the water. Those with them on the shore saw it. “Guys, Tyler and Kyra fell off the jet ski…” Matt said.

There will be another hunting party before they declare the final winner hehe ***