Juniper Hill Novels & Stories

"Let's get those damn trackers out of us." We waited an extra day, just in case more came. The mountain remained eerily quiet, the snow undisturbed except for the tracks we had left behind. By the time the sun began to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the frozen ground, we were packing up and heading down. The whole thing felt wrong. Orin. Jade. Werewolf hunters turning into what they hunted? All of it felt off. What was the point of it all? The truck came into view, buried under a layer of snow, and I couldn’t have been happier to see it.

I said smiling at him and he slowly raises his head still looking embarrassed. I asked him to join me at breakfast, though it was just coffee and a slice of bread. I am happy to know that I still have someone to eat with even in my special mission slash journey. "We are near our destination." He said then sipped on his coffee. I nodded and thought that it was good news. Nearing our next destination, the valley of the high mountains lays a small county. It will be a little hassle to go there because we have to trek, but if ever we get tired, we can just fly our way there.

In the next split second, Erin smiled a sweet smile when her nethermen managed to catch the same smile from her son who was sitting at the same table with her. "All right. Let's eat now! The soup is almost cold." exclaimed Erin as she placed the spoon in Gabe's bowl. "Do not forget to pray." She continued. *** As Gabe said earlier, Ash and Archie went to Mitchell Hills. A classic style mansion that from today has been occupied by its new owner, the Argent family. Ash and Archie scanned all parts of the mansion from a distance. Not too far, but close enough from their reach. Archie's sense of smell sniffed out a distinctive scent that no other werewolves, apart from Alpha, could pick up.

smiled Rose. With a hug Rose watched as they drove off. "Ok Deanna I we are the last ones to leave. Let's go." Rose fell asleep. She dreamt of a man. He was smart and stronger. There was a smell of cedar and vanilla. There was a smell of lavender that seem out of place. Driving all night they finally made it to the Moon Valley Pack by day break. "Rose we are here." whispered Deanna Rose opened her eyes. In front of her was a decent cottage. To the right was sweet garden that could grow veggies later. She would always make sure pups would not go hungry and a garden was a good start.

They were in a dialect that felt like the wind through the leaves. "Julian, listen. This song... it’s about us." "That’s impossible," he whispered. "That song was recorded in a style that hasn't been popular for forty years, but the metadata... it’s timestamped for tomorrow." We reached the outskirts of the Oban Hills as the sun began to dip, turning the sky into a bruised purple. Our contact, a man the local trackers called The Sound-Hunter, was waiting at a roadside shack that sold roasted corn and palm wine.

“Junia. From the Frostwillow Pack.” “They were wiped out a year ago.” Junia nodded, face pale. “I hid. Lived off snowmelt and pine root. Then… two days ago, I saw her.” Mara didn’t need to ask who. Junia clenched the cloth in her hands. “She didn’t kill me. She just… looked at me. Like she was remembering something. And then she whispered one word.” Mara’s chest tightened. “What word?” Junia’s eyes met hers.

She looks down at her lap, where her hands are twisting around one another, “Because they are going to create a flood that will wipe out most of the shifters. And I can’t let that happen because…I met my mates and the thought of losing them before we even get started is unbearable.” “Mates? As in more than one?” The door to the conference room bursts open and in stalks my Royal Beta, Owen, and his twin brother Marcus. “Little firefly!” They both growl out. Brenna squeaks in surprise and her cheeks are stained red with blush. “What are you doing in here?” Marcus grits out. “I know where Juniper is.” She says softly. They both rear back, not having expected that as the answer. “Where?” “In the

Like the whole city was there. They all made a run for it but I was stopped by a hand pulling me backward. It was Ed. “They won’t make it in time.” he said and sat inside his car turning the engine on. Sitting in, I asked, “Where are we going?” “Hill View” the car tire screeched and took off in speed, “it’s forty minutes away but since everybody’s coming to Central Park there won’t be much traffic so we’ll get there in thirty and I hope you can run in those heels” he explained. Hill View is a park at the outskirts of Angelic Falls.

JESSICA The forest was silent, too silent. The moon hung above like a watchful eye, painting the world in silver and shadow. I swung my blade again and again, each strike slicing through the air with desperate precision. Sweat clung to my skin and burned, but I didn't stop. I couldn’t bring myself to stop because all I could think of was revenge. It was ringing in my mind like a bell. Every breath was a reminder of the day the werewolves came. They had taken everything from me. My family, my joy. All that I have left was my uncle and my wonderful friend Mel. My uncle taught me how to fight, how to hide, and how to hate.

JUNIPER’S POV: I wake up to a pounding headache, the kind that feels like a rock concert is happening inside my skull. Not surprising, given how much I drank last night. With a groan, I drag a hand over my face, squinting against the bright sunlight streaming through the window. I turn my head, expecting to see Hiram beside me, but the bed is empty. Instead, there’s a neatly folded note on the pillow. Curiosity courses through me, and I grab the note, unfolding it with shaky hands.