Irene Novels & Stories

she inhaled, trying to calm herself. Iris sensed the weight in her daughter's words, her maternal instincts guiding her to offer solace and understanding. She placed a comforting hand on Athena's arm, her voice gentle and compassionate. "Forgiveness can be a challenging journey, Athena. It's not something that happens overnight. Tell me, what is making it so difficult for you?"

Looking at Kiara’s troubled face, I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, “It’s not as hard as you’re imagining it to be.” She frowned at me, optimism glistening in her eyes, “You know somebody?” “Yeah,” I smiled at her, “We met her this afternoon.” Kiara’s eyes widened in disbelief as realization dawned on her. “Irene?!” She cried, “Irene Malcom is a witch?”

Irene can only describe the stench as every rotten meat in existence mixed into a bucket and left outside to rot even more for some time, it is simply revolting. "DON'T JUST STAND THERE! RUN!" But Irene can't run. Her feet are glued in place as she trembles at the sight of the monstrous beast currently getting closer with every breath she takes. Just as the beast bends down, so close that she can feel its breath on her, she's pulled back and her body is enveloped by Kai. Irene herself isn't short, she's quite tall standing at a solid 170 cm (5'7), but if she would compare herself to Kai, she's sim

Another one screamed "Oh please,it's probably not him. They are not in the same level please" "What do you mean? There's nothing wrong with Anna,you're just jealous coz she's prettier than you!" Aurora shouted at the one who made the bad comment "Aurora please" Annabella muttered and Aurora scoffed. Everyone set to work after that Annabella sighed out and wore her apron,somehow she still wondered if the man is the Thadeus or just a random Thadeus. •••• Gregor's island is probably one of the biggest one would ever see,it's all painted in pure white with no single stain on it,people prefer calling it a paradise coz its just extraordinary

Irene blinked, starting to feel awkward. “Oh. Right. Where are my manners? Girls, this is Lux Irene Mooncrest. She’s a genius. She’s beauty, body and brains. Selene’s favorite,” Gianna introduced her to the rest of the girls. Irene caught Yvette's nose flared up a bit but it was gone in a second. She must have smelled Alpha Hunter's scent on Irene. Anger flashed on her face but she quickly covered it with a pleasant smile. Irene is impressed by how quick Yvette hides her reactions.

Anne introduced herself with a little embarrassment—Eric’s mother had just seen her steal. “I am Anne…Nice to meet you, Mrs…” She bit her bottom lip uneasily. The woman curled her lips, but it wasn’t a smile. She was that kind of harsh person who looked like would never smile, laugh, or feel happy. But Amelia knew she was a kind person. Horrible people like Ian will never raise such lovely children as Eric and Ella. “Just call me Irene.” Irene reached out her hand and then shook it with Amelia. She then explained, “We are heading to the east, to a place with no wolves. Are you coming with us?”

Lucia said crying deeply Breathing a deep breath, Irene sat quietly on the steps,she held her hands on her head trying not to explode “Ja_mil,I killed her, ahhhh”. Irene said slowly all of a sudden she began screaming

Cursing, I hold my chest as if it'll stop my hammering heart. “Who are you?” I ask with a raspy voice. She’s an older woman with a strange mixture of eye color. Emerald with dots of blue. Her raven hair is exceptionally long and wavy. She walks further into the room and curtsey before me. “Pardon my manners, but I am Irene. The alpha’s head servant.” I don’t understand why they keep calling Logan ‘alpha.’ The woman equally addressed me as the Luna. But Lester already explained what Luna means.

Yet it can’t replace the pain I feel inside. "Hey, Elijah!" A feminine voice grabs my attention, and I look up to see my old school friend Irene saunter inside the office. She is the adopted daughter of my father’s Gamma who works as a commander in the borders of the pack, and pays us a visit when she gets a long holiday. Her eyes look around my office as a frown stays etched on her face, “Elijah, where’s Rena?”

My stomach lurched as I clicked on the message, dreading what it might say this time. “She’s alive. Solane Blackwood is Irene Lancaster…”