James From Unspeakable Novels & Stories

Sending the little he earns to his mother. James was once a happy child until he witnessed his father's death. Damn the bloody cops, why kill a man in front of his child. Even though a thief he was. There is no justifying the sinister act. Oh lord. Poor boy he surely won't experience a happy life, "James, James what did you see? James! James! Say something!.[Those are the voices of the people who surrounded him]

His storm-grey eyes were wide and wild, burning with an explosive mixture of anger, guilt, and sheer, unfiltered panic. "Are you fucking insane?!" James yelled, his chest heaving as blood trickled down his chin and dripped onto his shirt collar. "You can't give yourself to him! Do you have any idea what kind of monster he is?! Do you have any idea what he will do to you?!"

"Supplies?" "Barrels of wolfsbane concentrate. Tinctures. Powder. All of it." He wasn't lying, and that scared me. If I had not gotten here and discovered this, the pack that I was fighting over might even be wiped out. "What is your name?" I asked finally. "James." I dispelled the immobilization with a flick of my fingers. He collapsed to his knees, gasping, his hands tight against his throat. "I will let you go, but I will come back. You are not to tell anyone of your encounter today. You cannot speak it, you cannot write it or even sign it. In fact, you will forget about me until you see me again."

James shifted into his wolf, angry as fuck. “ Kill him!” He ordered. “ Kill that fucking abomination!” As soon as those words left his mouth, everybody that was around us came for Dominic immediately. But, my attention was on something else. I meant, someone else. Once James returned to his human form, he adverted his eyes to me. The way he looked at me, I knew he was not done. I turned to Dominic, who was having problems himself. When he stepped back, I gasped as I saw how much damage his ex-pack did to him. James laughing is what drew my attention back to him.

James said as he stood barely and inch towards Brandon stiffed body as sound of their breath could be heard by both parties. James broke a cold sweat, revealing his vulnerability. He maintained composure, despite realizing that James is actually more mysterious than him. The stares of both men remained fixed as a soul walker past them almost instantly. “I don’t know who you’re and where you from, but I’ll not relent and watch you talk my girl as yours. I’ll frustrate you, find a way to destroy your so called empire.* “And how does that sounds in your own ears?” James asks as he stares directly at Brandon.

"It’s just a shame Joana didn’t die. If she had, I wouldn’t have had to waste my time. I could’ve gotten rid of Cassandra right away." James’s vision blurred as the lack of oxygen made his head spin, but his mind was still sharp enough to process the horrifying confession. 'This fucker… He’s ruthless, cold-blooded. He even planned to kill his mate just to clear his path to power.' Using the last bit of his strength, James tried to pry Scott’s hands off, his body thrashing weakly. His lips parted, forcing out the only words he had left. "Y-yo..u... a-are… n-nothing… b-but… a-an… a-animal…"

His expression says it all. “If you're going to burn them in hell, I will destroy every kind of this f*cking place, Emerald. They should not dare to touch Jacob or else, they will see the monstrous side of me.” James responded at me, his teeth were gritted as well. If I am scared earlier, James is way better. Those words that he let out, it's dangerous and knowing him, he has the final say. He can do whatever he wants to do but only if the enemies trigger him.

“So, um . . . James, do you feel up to telling us about your recent ordeal?” He slid a reluctant glance at Eliza before nodding. Seeing as Blakeney had not heard about the voice he figured he should start from there. “Okay. Last Saturday when we went to the Holocaust museum, everything froze around me when I was watching a newsreel of Hitler speaking.” Blakeney’s dark gray eyes narrowed minutely and Worthington’s brows rose. “A deep voice began to speak to me. It called me by name and then called me the Child of the Prophecy. The voice said that if I came to him, only I would have to die.” James felt Eliza wince at that. “If not, then all of my loved ones”—he flicked his eyes at her—“would d

James actually waited for the cloud to become darkened before he did this knowing fully well that the sun was an enemy of his. "Hey Dude i didn't mean to kidnap you, all i need is you record my final speech live to your station." James said and he nodded. The press man rose up and clicked his camera acting raising it at James. "My name is James Smith, yeah you all know me and i don't need to introduce myself as the cops would be here soon, just wanna apologize for being a villain In this city all this while, yeah that night at the field those things that attacked, they turned me into something else, something that can only survive by drinking blood...." James said and sniffed in tears.

“You see, that man killed my mother. And you hurt my brother. That is unforgivable in my mind and just the same applies to you and your people who tried to kill me and kidnapped my brother. “I do not have the blood of a killer flowing in my veins. But I have all the reasons not to hold back anymore. I will allow no one anymore to kill or harm the people I love. “I have all the reasons to kill you all. You should not have done that. I have finished the first part of destroying you because I can see you and, unfortunately, for you. “You do not know where I am right now. Say your last goodbyes. I am going to kill you and I am walking out of here with my brother.” “Really?” “Be assured I am.” “O