Kraken Hockey Booktok Novels & Stories

“Likely… to everything. You're most likely the chosen by the moon goddess, no one else can bear that mark. That makes you Griffin’s mate and linked to the moongoddess. How does he even know all this? Well, I guess I know now why his family is called the keeper, next to the alpha. He turned the page. The next heading sprawled across the top in heavy, dark ink: DARK MAGIC Immediately, I felt a presence, colder, heavier. A prickling crawled along my arms, as if even reading the words allowed something unseen to draw closer.

The locker room of the New York Glaciers smelled like wintergreen, expensive cologne, and male sweat. To most fans, this was the smell of victory. To Oliver Hartley, it just smelled like forty thousand dollars of student debt. Oliver adjusted the strap of his heavy massage kit. He was twenty-three years old, with messy blonde curls that refused to stay flat and bright blue eyes that usually held a spark of mischief. But today, those eyes were tired. He had graduated top of his class in nursing, but nursing didn't pay enough to clear his loans fast. Being a massage assistant for a star hockey team did.

When she can't stop them from fighting, Mother Tree decided to create the most powerful Alpha that will control the four clans. Mother Tree send the message to the four clan, she uses her power to invite the four leader of Alpha's. The leader of the Red Eyes were named Imre. Imre read the message from Mother Tree through the use of the projector that he needed to go to the Sanctuary of Life. He was at the meeting that time but he've got to glance at the projector and saw the message. He was the only one that can read those message and upon reading the message he immediately stands up and leave.

If my handjob sucked, then I had to make it better, learn the best way to treat a cock, and whip him up with something he’ll never forget. “Noah”—his moans played in my head as I searched the shelf for something helpful. [The Faith of the Dragon Lair] [How to kill a dragon] [The Art of Fireflies] [An Omega’s Journal] My finger paused at the last book, “An Omega’s Journal.” It sounded intriguing and also felt like it was written from experience. I pulled the book out of the shelf, dusting it off and removing the particles in search of the author’s name. No name, no copyright claims… Who would leave something this private in a library?

Chapter 182: Third Person POV The man's fingers traced the glossy magazine cover slowly, deliberately, his touch almost reverent as it moved across the photograph displayed there, a hockey player mid-action, captured in perfect athletic form, his face focused and intense beneath the headline "Zane Mercer: The NHL's Most Elusive Star." The downtown Seattle penthouse where he sat was dark except for the ambient city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shadows that made the expensive modern furniture look almost sinister in the dim glow.

This walk was longer than a walk to freedom, so I turned to Kraken and asked him, “Are we there yet?” Sending a look of impatience on my face, he smiled and shook his head. He didn’t seem to be in on a lot of chit-chats; he seemed consumed with whatever drove him in his head, and the little time we had to rest, he spent it in meditation and looking like an East-Asian Monk. “Why do I have a feeling you’re lying to me,” were the words Kraken said that got me a bit startled but I didn’t show it.

For the first time in human history we had an enemy that we could not easily deal with, and we owed that to two parties. For one, there is the well-known and infamous Doctor Christopher Krynick, the creator of these creatures. His intentions had been honorable, but he hadn't had the patience to give his research time to develop. He had fussed, wanted to develop a medicine that would take away the fear of deformity and mental retardation of their babies from expectant mothers.

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

The next couple of minutes were spent doing simulations as the group envisioned themselves exchanging blows with the Kraken. Kraken has some devastating abilities, and it likes to cast them frequently. The moment it cast an ability it was vital for one to be able to identify what was about to happen so that one could react quickly and accordingly. It was for this same reason that the group reckoned that before everything else, familiarizing themselves with its ability was necessary to achieve the optimal result. Thankfully, they have Mr. All-knowing Steve and Beasticology geek Niccoli on their rank. Plus, David’s knowledge of various nautical folklore proved to be helpful in conceiving their

“Would you mind helping me find a book? It's related to the one I'm reading. Search through the Science section and look for a red book. The title is ‘Lost in the Galaxy’.” “Of course, your highness.” I walked down the red carpet and browsed through the shelves to find what he was looking for. Thankfully, it was categorized so it did not take long for me to find the Science section. I repeated the title in my head while browsing through the titles, squinting my eyes so I could see better. “There,”I muttered but my shoulders sank because the book was too high for me to reach. I tiptoed and peeped through the gap to see that Kraven was immense with the book he's reading. I bit my lip and looke