Jakob Norrgård Novels & Stories

Trisha explained. "That's intended," Elaine smiled as Emilie returned with a fat carrot and a hat and scarf neither recognised. "Did Holly make them?" Trisha asked as she began making the snowman's head. "I just found them." Emilie shrugged. "Holly doesn't leave her stuff lying around." Elaine said, taking the red scarf. Trisha patted the snow into a ball, but struggled to get it on the body. "Need help?" Emilie asked, moving to do so, it wasn't heavy, she'd just made it too big.

____ ____ "Because no one else can do it. Opening the prison isn't just waiting for five centuries, the person who opens it must be a really strong person. And..." "And?" Noah asked curiously. "And only a special person can open it without having to wait five centuries." Baba Farra Fanga II took a sip of his drink. Recalling past events made his emotions increase. "Who is that person Baba? The one who has imprisoned the Magic King, that very powerful person." Noah is really confused by all this. Why doesn't he know anything? "He's Beliast Aberdeen. A very powerful person, he's the first person to open the Dungeon's Shadow Prison or even the last person to be able to open it."

“My day has been going really bad so I don’t think this is the greatest time to ask for my forgiveness.” Despite my cold demeanor to our conversation, Nothing dropped Doria’s high spirits. I arrived at the parking lot, jumped into the back of my car and instructed the driver to leave for Sica Enterprises. I was tardy for work. As the car went on its journey, I got to learn why Doria was so bubbly. “Well, your sour dough attitude is sure to disappear when you hear this;” “What?” I inquired, out of bored curiosity. “I’m back Nik! I’m back in Greece!”

It makes him easier for him to ask them to do things at work, and they’ll all, without complaint, comply. After eating to their heart’s content, Jacob drove his men back to the site and bid goodbye. He’ll be spending the rest of the day at home. As soon as Jacob reached home, he rested for a while. Took a brief shower, and opened his laptop. He is going to rent the Norweigian Wood movie. Jacob finished the book as fast as he could as he wanted to pass it to Alexandra. He thought since they are book readers, why don’t they just share and lend books to each other? Of course, only those genres they share an interest in.

He looked old and sullen. The man to the right of Argus was a young man, about 20 at most with slick backed brown hair and a smattering of stubble along his face. He had a few scars and tattoos on his arms. He was the rapist father to one of the breeder's children. He was forced to work as a lowly warrior rather than the higher up one he was meant to become.

I felt my cheeks heat. Alpha Evelyn hummed in agreement, her gaze almost judgmental. I controlled Astrid from surfacing. I smiled. “Who said you don’t have other assets? And I mean material wise.” Everyone looked at me stunned. I continued when no one interrupted. “Crescent pack specializes in making handmade fabrics. I’ve heard a lot about it.” Even though it was a white lie, I saw Alpha Vector’s face brighten. “And Greenwood has one of the biggest libraries among all the packs around the world.” Alpha Evelyn jutted her chin proudly.

Nikolai’s POV I adjusted the plain cloak around my shoulders, keeping my head down while I moved through the crowd. The morning sun was scorching a bit higher than it should be for a morning sun. This had been something I’d started doing a few months back. Disguising myself as a trader or merchant and slipping into these border towns unannounced. It gave me a perspective I couldn’t get from pack reports and official channels. I could see how our commerce actually functioned, what traders said when they didn’t know the Alpha was listening, and where the weaknesses in our trade routes were.

As her aura slowly eased it became easier to breathe. Narissa is the first-born Steward. She holds a strength and title that I could only ever dream of, one that probably would be able to match Zander’s or even his father’s. My strength is nothing compared to what she has. I will admit that a part of me is jealous, but only in the sense that Father kept such an important part of our family away, one that I would have loved to have known all these years.

Alex POV Covering over all the details of how that little girl died. I’ve still got nothing, however the new rogue member has found herself helpful by giving us coordinates to where their pack is. We’ve been setting up plans on ways to get on the inside before they figure out we know where they are. Creed has set up cameras in the woods pointing towards their territory. They have 9 people on morning patrol and 12 at night. Weird they have more at night than during the day. The ‘king’ hasn’t come close to the line and makes me wonder if he ever leaves. Sighing I hand Ryan the photos he brought to me that he took this morning. Getting the photos helps me send them to red who researches people