Jinx 15 Novels & Stories

Jinx wasn't in danger yet but if he didn't show in the next minute or so the healer might have to get proactive. Trips in and out of the Underworld were complicated even for the most seasoned of auric power users. Jinx had the power of an Underworld-enhanced Orangelo Chariot tarot card and now Wound worried it was not enough for two. As it was, Wound's Topside glamour felt like it was taking more power than it should after he had to boost the journey with some of his demon aura.

"Sir Zharn. I need to come to the Alpha's cabin. He has an awful fever, he's drunk as well. I've never seen him this way, and I don't -" "I'll be there," I cut the call. "What happened?" Sophie searched my eyes. "Jax. He's losing his mind. That's what's happening. Can you call Anna to let her know we'll be late to the pageant?" "Okay," she nodded, grabbing her phone while I drove. "Where is this?" She said as soon as we reached the wooden cabin. The moon shone over his lonely cabin in the night. "Jax's cabin." I knocked on the door, and Sir Hensley opened it.

Name: JIN Race:Demon of Sloth(Elite) Class: Necromancer Titles- Dragonslayer Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Level: 15/60 Exp:0/30000 HP:3472 CON:372 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:300 DEX:60 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK:75 STR:25 (1 STR= 3 ATk) MP: 255 INT:51 (1INT= 5MP)

"Damn. If these are the comp tickets the team gets, I'm gonna need you to introduce me to some of Daniel's friends." "Daniel?" the girl in front of us turns around and asks. "Daniel Zavaro?" She'd be pretty if she wasn't giving us such a sneer. Long, glossy dark hair, big blue eyes ringed with black, pouty pink lips, and a killer rack. She looks like a super model. A bitchy one, but a supermodel nonetheless. "Yeah," Geni says with a smile. She either doesn't notice the death glares from this chick, or she's trying to kill her with kindness. My money is on the latter. "He's dating my friend Quincy here."

I hoped my attempt at a sultry whisper landed, his eyes flashed dark again, and the sapphire orbs scanned mine, looking for any drop of doubt. "You sure?" We hadn't been intimate since I'd come home. I had spent over a month in the infirmary; they put me in a medical induced coma. My body needed to heal from the silver wounds and the toxic mixtures of wolfsbane, wolf lichen, ketamine, and benzodiazepines. Once they finally woke me up, I had to stay for continued watch on my vitals and the baby. I'd been released a few weeks ago, but Zac has been busy with pack and Great Council dealings and thinking I was made of glass.

"Yes, if you weigh more than 100kg, I'll give you two doses because I only have a few grams here." "Give me two doses anyway, I take so much that I might need another later," the man stretched out his hand and received two pills. "If you're feeling bad at lunchtime, take two more. There's more here," she said, handing him a thermos bottle of water. It was also pink with a cat-shaped lid. "The beginning of psychopathy is coffee without sugar, cold showers, and taking medicine without water," she commented casually. "I like cold showers," Miguel replied with a smile at that comment.