Ishmael Novels & Stories

A furious surge of defiance, of pure, unadulterated will, ignited within me. "Nooo!!" I screamed, the sound tearing from my throat, raw and powerful. Digging my nails, now full-blown claws, deep into the dirt, I called to the element, to the very earth beneath me. The ground beneath me rocked back and forth, a slow, deliberate tremor at first, and then with a bit more strength, and a lot faster, building in intensity. Limpy, seeing that it was me causing the ground to shake, shifted his weight, moving to bite at my exposed hands, to silence me. He didn't get very far because a sharp, jagged rock spear shot up from the trembling earth, piercing him below his neck and out his skull, a brutal,

He pretends to zip his mouth. I know I shouldn’t have named him Eren. But I couldn’t resist. Everytime I look at him, the first thing that pops up in my head is Eren. His wish of having his son looking like him was definitely granted. And mine too. Since little Eren knows only his mother, he obviously love me more than him. He is the only thing that is left from his father. I can feel a part of him through our son.

He was to young for the scars to disappear because he doesn't have a wolf yet. I fear for him everyday and pray to the goddess that she would guide him in his path as he grows older. Micah is now an immortal and only Elijah and I knows that. We plan on breaking the news to him when he is older, afraid that he would completely shutdown from the world if he knows he gets to live longer than everyone in the world. I hummed as I took in the sentence of my husband and mate. I do not care for what others have to say, even though we are chosen mates I still count him as my real mate.

"We can't have you backing out half way through." She is having a hard time trusting him. I don't blame her, I would too in her position. She has been led to believe Isaiah is the true monster, even after all the convincing out of that mentality that I've been trying to do. Now he is sitting here, learning all our information like he is one of us. "Of course I will do it." "You must understand, Malin, that Isaiah has a deep hatred for his father. He wants nothing more than to kill him, so he can be reunited with his mother," Kae explains softly. Malin's expression doesn't shift, still looking tense and untrusting.

-It was beautiful, my girl- My mother says excitedly before hugging me- And I have everything recorded! Well, how good! Note the irony. -I don't think we had a chance to introduce ourselves, I'm Jim, Monique's husband. Jim says, shaking hands with Azael. This is accepted. -Charmed, Azael Volkov. -Are you Russian? -my mother looks at the scene with a little frown. It is obvious that he does know who he is, and I understand that he does not like it. -I was born there. My mother was. -answer without showing any sign of nostalgia. This is the first time I have heard him talk about his mother since he told me his story. It's a big step for him.

he asked curiously. "Huh, First let me introduce myself. I am Baba Farra Fanga II, teacher of Retter, your father. I know all the ins and outs of your family. Your uncle has a strong ambition to rule the world. In an ancient book, it was written, conquering the world started from Arica City. The people there have great potential to rule the world. This book is known only to the Lochirous family." "Only the descendants of Lochirous who refused to rule the world could gather everyone in the city of Arica. And it's you Noah."

Isabella's POV. "I, Darius Amaruk, reject you, Isabella Grey, as my mate!" I heard him, the man who was supposed to be my mate, spoke the words with contempt drilling in his voice. A single tear slid down my eyes as I held him to apologize for whatever misdeed I might have done towards him for him to reject me so blatantly.

They're only interested in the riches they're going to get and the fuck they can give. I've been prowling around the pack for several days and crossed the borders several times, but I can't get close enough to finding the future Luna. I want to see this boy before I kill him. When I went beyond the border today and because I was thirsty, I approached the river, being uncovered. I didn't expect to see a pup crying, naked, by the riverside. When he looked at me, I knew who he was. It felt like Mary was there looking at me. I quickly formed a lie and exchanged a few words with the kid. He told me his name was Angel and that the whole pack hated him because he rejected his mate. Too bad, when I

I say absently, still distracted as I watch the Passion Pack border draw nearer. "Seriously," Malik confirms softly. There was a lot of security measures to bypass on our way in. Their Alpha, Isaiah, is well...Passionate; especially about his Pack members. I have a feeling he is strict with who comes in and out. However, it took Malik a simple flick of his identification for us to be let in. Malik explained the Pack as we drove through it.

"Odin, please. It's Rashidat, I need you. Please, let me save you. Fight and come..." "The spirits are too strong," the body said without opening the eyes. "Fight," she shouted as she recognized the voice. "Fight, Odin. You are strong." "No, I'm a terrible person," the body replied. "Don't save me, Rashidat. I'ma monster. I will hurt you. I am not Ichab" "No. You saved that little girl at the dance, Odin. You saved us all. You helped Harmony. You are strong and you are a good person. There's a cure!"