Jorel Decker Hollywood Undead Novels & Stories

My hands were shaky as I prepared a simple salad, my mind anywhere but on the food. I had deliberately chosen the tallest heels I owned because I wanted to practice walking in them, if I had any chance of surviving the vibrating torture Jax had planned for me tonight, I needed to be able to move gracefully without my knees buckling. That was when my phone buzzed on the marble counter. Elena: Mrs. Harrington, I’ve secured the ticket for your guest under the name “Marcus Reed” as you requested. It’s all taken care of for tonight’s gala. Let me know if you need anything else.

Until death, chapter 23 Theme: The Jungle Fury Part 2 The processor quickly directed the frost orb to the left, and a glaze rod whooshed past our heads. The great cries of about a hundred men were now coming closer. They were riding a skateboard, which I guess was formed from ice. They had black armour and a hood was covering their faces. "Who are they?" I asked the processor "They are the reaper's combatants," she answered, then quickly bent low as another sharp, smothered rock flew past our faces. "It means he has found a way to locate us." She explained.

CHAPTER SIX They held a funeral for the bits and pieces of Aleta they could find. It wasn’t much. Marie chose to have her cremated and then there was even less. She kept her in a jar in the living room. She had always believed in burial, but had dreams of wolves digging Aleta’s bones up at night, gnawing on them and taking them away off to some dark magical forest. Night after night. So in the jar she went, and the jar was placed high, and when her mother died she cremated her as well and set them side-by-side.

Each time felt like the first time where she felt terrified and useless, where she was trapped in a dark room and also tortured to her death. They say if you see yourself dying in the dream then that means someone else is going to have the fate you had in the dream. Well for her at least that was true. Last time she had this dream someone indeed died. And that someone was none other than Dr. Jason who is the common face on the news.

He looked both determined and deeply tired, a man grappling with the possibility that the nightmare consuming the world had already claimed his son. Joseph Erickson crouched low behind the crumbling wall of an old administration building, his breath shallow and his muscles taut. All around him, the groans and guttural sounds of the undead filled the air, accompanied by the occasional shuffle of feet or the grotesque twitching of limbs. The building’s shadow provided some cover, but Joseph knew it wouldn’t last. He risked a glance around the edge of the wall. The horde wasn’t far—dozens of the creatures were scattered across the campus grounds, their movements erratic but no less deadly.

"Or just a sleazebag's way to diss the beast with two backs." Coffin was speechless. Sleazebag?! He wasn't even human! Still, Hwata wasn't concerned about poker, her eyes glued to Caleb as she asked, "Did you kill Handa and Rori?" Udal cringed a little hearing that, while Caleb held her gaze and calmly replied, "And their daughter." Both Hwata and Udal were left silent for a long while. Eventually, Hwata sighed wryly. "This isn't Zoronda—you can't just do anything you like here. You gotta watch your back."

I'm just as drawn to him as I was before. “So…” I lick my lips. “If you’re a vampire, then what? Everyone at Hawthorn is?” “Some people are werewolves. Some are witches and warlocks. Some people are… other things.” My breathing becomes sharp. I know my ribs must still hurt, but it’s like I can’t feel anything happening in my body right now. “So Alice told the truth about that?” I ask. “And about Silver Hunters?” Alec’s red eyes sharpen. “You don’t want to run into a Silver Hunter.”

Years later after the war had ended, Members of the Jade wolf formed an alliance with other pack Alphas and they became the rulers of the underworld, they were to institute justice and care for their packs. At least that was what the goal was in the beginning, Tara fell in love with a human, and she got pregnant for him but was betrothed to the son of the Midnight Wolf pack when the news came that she had a child for the human, wolves sought to kill her and her child so she fled. Harry was born on a blood moon night, the sky was red as blood and there was not a single cloud in the sky, Tara was alone to care for her child as the other wolves had killed her human lover and forced her to run a

They didn't bother arguing with Dad anymore. Two of them quickly moved into the backyard. One climbed a ladder while the other supported him from below, carefully untying the bunting wrapped around my neck. At that moment, my heart suddenly beat so fast. Was I finally being taken down? Was this freezing, forgotten posture finally coming to an end? When the bunting that had been choking my neck was finally undone, my body was carefully lowered from midair. A coroner immediately stepped forward and crouched down to conduct a preliminary examination.

I calmly butted in which made Quinn look at my side. “These stacks of dead werewolves were made by hunters who also lost their loved ones,” I continued. I admit, seeing a lot of werewolves on that state shocked me. I even sympathized for a second, good thing is I dragged my feet back to where it belongs. “They are werewolves who paid for their sins,” Rendall said which made me and Quinn nod in an instant. I shook my head to remove the thought that lingered in my mind since we saw the dead creatures. I am here for the mission; I don’t have the time to doubt.