Janet Van Dyne Novels & Stories

I approached the guarded gate with no resemblance to that shy girl who'd been cast out. The two Beta guards, towering wolves both with Damon's cold eyes, immediately sighted me. "Well, well, well. Look what the wind blew back," sneered one. "The rejected Omega. See her still hanging around. Are you alive, little Annie?" "I need to see Alpha Damon," I said, trying to show confidence, although I was nothing but a shy, weak woman. The second guard laughed and clapped me on the shoulder with a heavy hand. "You really think the Alpha has time for something as hopeless as you? He's with Luna Cassandra, planning the expansion of the pack! Get lost before we have to drag you away!"

"Yes, ma'am." "Please wait," she said before wearing her glasses. I had only one word for Annabelle Siromani. Unpredictable. When she wore her glasses, her facial expression changed. She looked like an evil Egyptian queen. She literally looked that way. I began to wonder how someone could change in a matter of milliseconds.

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

“But please if what Fairchild said is true about Dan, he can’t know we are together in anyway.” Antonio nodded. “I won’t say anything to him, but can you trust the voodoo lady who cursed you? Shouldn’t she be on the shit list with Dan?” Janet chuckled. “As crazy as it sounds she is very nice and helpful. She gave me you and I want to thank her for that.”

Taunting voices started to haunt her. She shrieked and started to kick on the ground till she could feel the cold wall behind her. "Don't come closer..." Morrigan muttered under her breath, asking something invisible in the dark to not come close to her. Tears fell uncontrollably as she continues to shrink on the corner of the wall. "Please, don't come closer..." She hugged herself and started to rock herself back and forth. "Lydia will come back, she will come back. She promised me she will be back..." She said to herself, convincing herself that she will not be alone for a long time, that Lydia will reach out her hands with a bright smile.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

Eryx said, his voice dropping into a lethal, carnal frequency. A woman walked into the square. She wasn't wearing white silk or a "Humanity-First" uniform. She was wearing a Tattered Business Suit, her eyes sharp and devoid of any "Optimized" filters. She was Director Sterling’s Successor—a woman named Helena Vane. "You’ve done something remarkable, Moon-Apex," Helena said, her voice sounding like dry parchment. "You’ve created a Monopoly on Power. You’ve turned the planet’s atmosphere into a proprietary energy source that only you can control."

frequency she now commanded. Inside the interceptor, Alpha Julian of the Silver Creek Pack stood at the command dais, his hands gripped so tightly around the railing that the metal groaned. He wasn't looking at the asteroid. He was looking at the woman standing on it. She looked like a ghost, a shimmering wraith of white and blue light that shouldn't exist. The "Hidden Luna" was no longer a myth used to frighten disobedient pups; she was a physical catastrophe that had cost him his moon, his pride, and very nearly his mind.

Grandpa boasted while touching my shoulder, "He killed Kitty Van Hoe all by himself." "He doesn't strike me as tough. Whom do you expect to protect you, that gorgeous bodyguard of yours?" Frederic was pointing his index finger at Athena. "I've heard that she's the government's prototype for a super soldier. Who knew this sweet-looking lady was a super soldier?" He placed his hands over Athena's chest and said, "She's too good and too sexy to be a bodyguard."