Ivanhoe Novels & Stories

I was thankful for the buzz that came on as it helped distract me from how awkward I felt in Luke’s presence. The late-August full moon was glowing above the lake, making the water sparkle. At least a hundred werewolves from our pack had come to say goodbye to Luke and a few of his fellow warriors who would be leaving on a mission the next day. It was a mix of older high schoolers, such as Lucy and me, and young warriors who trained and patrolled with Luke and his friends. Our pack was a community of about forty-five hundred werewolves located deep in the woods of northern Vermont, where humans didn’t normally venture, a heavily forested area surrounded by mountains.

he asks. “Oh, I’m sorry. I'm just passing through. I'm a photographer, and I saw this old barn and decided to stop and snap a few pictures.” I explain. “Well, ain’t that something. Jeff, she is a photographer, she just saw this old barn and decided to stop and snap some pictures.” He says licking his chops at me like I am a t-bone steak. “Ugh, gross. Hannah, that guy is creepy.” I hear Lily chime in. “Yep” I respond as I continue to snap pictures. Jeff comes through the door and it's his turn to devour me with his creepy eyes.

Her eyes were caught by the fanciness of the carriage and she also recognised the insignia on the door. “A Crane House Noble? That’s rare, maybe it was just passing through. But, for some reason something feels off.”

That was the highest form of torture, Dying was much better. After coughing for a while, Violet calmed down a bit and went to take a sit on the tallest tree in the woods. She liked sitting there because she could see Keitan village and it's Manor— No, Palace. Here it is called a Palace, Violet reminded herself. She used to like the Keitan palace because there was enough food for everyone to eat, even though her mother worked there as a maid for a little while.. she liked the food there, she also didn't mind being called a creep by other people because of her hair and eye colour, as long as her mother found what she was looking for and they could return to their hometown..

Riley said. Vivian slid her phone across the table. On the screen was a scanned document—a contract between Kael Vance Enterprises and a company called Blackridge Capital, based in the Cayman Islands. The amount was staggering: fifty million dollars, earmarked for "mineral extraction and infrastructure development in the northern highlands."

So caught by the hope illuminating her eyes, that I miss the VonTassel kid moving to pull the cupcake from beneath the seat. Her yelp filling the cabin, had me grabbing air, and the retard proving why his clan was every bit as respected as the McDougans. Their speed, lightning fast if not legendary, leaving me to growl from my seat as he holds the kid at the front of the aisle. “Your blood or your life?” The changed vamp hisses in her ear before making a sloppy lick at her vein. “NEVER!” Her scream comes with a full body flail as he holds her off the ground by the hair. I know I have to move before the others get their wits about them, but him dropping her on the metal……

As she entered she found her clan already waiting for her. A metallic blue porshe was driving along a road flanked on both sides by grapevines, and further ahead a fork in the road-one followed the same course the other was a dirt road-the car went straight ahead. Ivan was at the wheel, paying attention to the road and beside him, Raína was on the mobile phone.

Within a few minutes, she received the attacker's information from an anonymous source. "Wow, I did not expect this." She mumbled in amazement as her eyes skimmed past the files. PS: *The organisation Hila used to work in was divide into many groups called clans. There were the main branches: Hian Hoshi Hian Ji Hian Fang Hian Lao These groups were considered to birth the best assasins, with the Hian Hoshi (Hila's clan) at the topmost. I This explains why she easily got information from the Elder.

I tell her and hang up. As I near Amber's house, it's large and beautiful. I have been here many times but every time I make a visit, I love it even more. Amber comes running down the stairs and opens the huge gate. She is beaming . I park my Porsche beside her Maserati and across Claire's Audi. There is a similarity among us and that is driving is our passion. I get out my car and before I close my door, she comes literally running and gives me a tight hug as if she is planning to crush my bone and choke me.

“I stared at the girl who enticed me deeply. Though her clothes were wet because of the water that dripped from the clay pot on her head, she looked so beautiful. She resembles my dear late Nana, of whom I first saw the beauty of a black woman. She looked like a black angel. She had a portion of her plaited hair bound by a red ribbon, while the rest, fell about her arms, and even reached her waist. I have never seen a black woman with such an abundance of fine hair in my lifetime. She walked like a cat. I admire her more than any damsel I have ever seen. As fate happens, she turned around, and stared back at me. Our eyes met, her hazel-coloured eyes left me entranced, so I fell. Her pot of