Iris Johansen Series Novels & Stories

“You’re not Winifred Zea, Miss Zea?” “Winifred Zea?” Iris’s expression darkened. She blurted out subconsciously, “President Smith, are you kidding? How could you compare me with that b*tch, Winifred Zea? I’m Iris Zea, the future young mistress of the Jensen family’s Century Herb Pharmaceutical. Travis Jensen is my boyfriend.” “Travis Jensen?”

“I didn’t expect to run into you here. Coincidentally, I’ve been meaning to speak with you.” “Is that so?” I cleared my throat lightly. “Sit down, then. Tell me what this is about.” William Johansen—one of Orion’s most trusted men. He’d been assigned to the SilverFang Pack to keep an eye on Iris. He sat across from me and carefully laid out a few documents on the table. “I brought this, ma’am.” Most of the photos he showed me captured Iris doing the things she’d once told me about—attending classes, walking through the Pack grounds, and tending to the herbal garden. The same garden I once nurtured with all my heart. And now, my daughter continued what I had started.

I’m the last to shake his hand and introduce myself. “Jareth” he nods, his voice much smoother than the giant mans. “Hi I’m Iris” I take his hand that he offers me to shake, our eyes connect and its then I notice the slight purple tint. Not as purple as my own more blue if that’s possible but never the less a purple tint. He seems to be looking at mine with just as much interest. I almost forget that there are other people with us when Johnny clears his throat just as the man did to us before and I chuckle \forgetting how possessive wolves are.

“You’re like a cat on a hot tin roof, with the jumping up and down and whirling around every time the door opens. What’s going on with you?” “Nothing.” She took a massive gulp of juice, scrambled for some explanation that would satisfy the very curious Cole. “I just think that I’m forgetting something.” “Like what?” “Dunno.” “It’ll come to you.” Cole refilled her glass. “Now, will you take a breath and calm down? You’re making me tense, and I sure as hell haven’t forgotten anything.” The door opened and once again, Iris swung around on her stool to look… and this time, Viking was standing there. Right away, she relaxed completely and a huge, stupid smile broke out across her face.

Denver, Colorado Ice Johansson jolted awake, a scream locked in his throat. He sucked a shaky breath into his broad chest, then another, felt his heartbeat go slow and steady. From almost three decades of hard-won experience, he knew that that implacable and menacing something was going to come to his rescue: it always showed up when Ice needed to regain control of a situation. Or of himself.

Jensen’s POV The cold water splashed against my face as I heard a voice I knew all too well. “Wake up Mr. Daniels. It’s time for your close-up.” I could barely open my eyes because they were swollen shut. I forced one open a little as I saw a flash from a few feet in front of me. “Perfect, let’s see if that little whore will come to save you.” Joseph’s voice rang in my ear and I tried to get to him, but I was tied down to a chair.

Johansen. Teri navigated their small SUV along the crowded streets of morning traffic by rote memory, only superficially aware of the world around her. On the drive to school, Zoe bounced along to familiar songs on the radio, singing to herself quietly and watching the scenery go by with Evie while Teri ruminated. The memories she associated with Nick Johansen were, bar none, the worst of her life.

Iridian has been around for nearly a hundred years, and the Game Master as well, but now I was beginning to wonder if he had been alive long before Iridian started. 'I think this boy in these journals is the Game Master, and Nadia was his friend.' I told Rayna, needing to hear myself say the words. I let out a small chuckle, wondering how I had missed it before. I looked down at the burned books. 'Somehow he still manages to hide his identity.' The last book I had touched was titled in 1849. I gave up on any hope at staying clean, and dropped to the floor to scan the scattered journals. Nearly fifteen minutes later, I had found what I was looking for.

I ask, trying to initiate a conversation, even though I knew he wouldn't talk much, I could try. "Luca." He replied. I took some seconds to drool over his accent. He wasn't from around here, that I know, I just couldn't place a pin on it, it was either Sweden or Iceland. My drunk self wasn't smart either. *Bummer.* "I'm Iris, but my friends call me Ri." I told him. I wait a few minutes before talking again. "Are you from around here?" I asked. "Norway" He replied shortly. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from making any embarrassing sounds. His voice still gave her chills and his Nordic accent added to his appeal.

I whimpered immediately at the extra pain that tore through me before I was left panting while wondering why Logan hasn’t returned to me yet. A sob tore from my chest as more sunlight start to flood into the room. Just when I thought it was all over for me, the door to the dome finally open again and he rushed towards me with his large blade in hand. “I’m sorry, Iris. The spares are also gone so we will have to free you the hard way so hold still for me okay?” he said and I nodded before holding my breath as he raised his blade midway before letting it slammed back at the shackles around my wrist, freeing me.