Irina Denali Novels & Stories

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

She was only seven at the time. “Hartlynn Lane Xander age twenty-two, studying psychology at Hidden Falls community college.” Nico reads out then hands me the tablet and sits back down next to Casey who’s been working on finding the videos Harlow said Sandra confessed to have recorded. Hartlynn, what a unique name, it’s just as beautiful as she is I think to myself as I take a glance at her soft sleeping features. Her lips are slightly parted and pouty, there a soft warm natural pink and incredibly inviting, she has a soft lite of freckles across the bridge of her nose and onto her checks. There’s a single small mole or beauty mark on her now bruised right cheek just under her eye and her la

I looked at the Alpha and frowned. "So which name are we supposed to call you, Alpha?" I asked, crossing my arms. "Layton. Arachne is the only one who can call me Henry." I nodded with a frown when he said Arachne. The womans name was Emiko, unless she also went by Arachne. "So are you attending the festival, Gamma Channing?" "I am the Moon Oracle, and I hate that festival." I growled at him as I stepped back. "I must be going."

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned

Said the son of a bitch, separating her from me to hug her. And well he was right, the damned woman had worn a white button-down sleeveless blouse, a turquoise skirt, and not too high black heels, her brown hair falling in waves down her back. Beautiful was too short for her. “Thanks Daniel.” She replied somewhat uncomfortable because of the hug, but still answering it “But if you’re here, who is watching the party?” He laughed as if he had heard the best joke ever.

I squeezed her arm. “So I’ve been told. Again.” She looked at me proudly. “Why not stop this conversation about secrets and classified infos Daniella? Let’s just enjoy this party. What’s the name of the celebrant again?” I asked. “Irisha Mitchell, ” she answered immediately. “Daughter of a politician.” I was impressed. “Hmm... I see that you are doing your homework well.” She gave me a pleased grin. “I have to at least show the guests that I am worthy of being called a Fancy Pants Club member, Mr. VP.”

She went to the sitting room and put on the large TV with the remote and started to watch an episode of Prison Break. Her phone rang so many times but she was so deep into the new movie she was watching 'Orange is the new Black' that she ignored it. Satanika's face was pink and she felt light headed. Her phone rang again and she took it and answered without checking the ID. She took the half full wine bottle and drank as she waited to hear the voice. "Anika what's up?" Noel asked making Satanika to give a drunk laugh. "The ceiling's up and it's so high." She responded as she took a drink from the bottle.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

"Horrible heat's started up again." Irina was a pretty woman, probably in her late twenties with a slim, brown face and a long, graceful frame. Her caramel-brown curls were done in a half-braid of corn rows to the middle of her head and left to hang freely the rest of the way down. Multiple rhinestone studs adorned each curve of her ears. "Hello." Irina smiled and stretched her hand. "I'm Irina " Everest took the hand and returned the smile. "I'm Everest. It's nice to meet you."