Kris Dreemurr Novels & Stories

She was afraid that he was a bad person who wanted to kidnap her because of her stepfather's status as a very dangerous military chief. But Diana's wild thoughts disappeared when the man introduced himself.... "I'm Darren, that's my name." Darren? Annabelle's friend? Diana had never known. "I'm the boy who caught you crying in the restroom when your mom scolded you," he said again. Dana immediately shut her mouth. She finally remembered! Darren, the son of Alpha Adam who currently leads Pack Kyne. Diana still didn't think they would meet again. Especially after not meeting for a long time, she didn't recognize his face.

another commanded him. They immediately ran towards the source of the sound. I was very relieved because I felt the guy named Bryn was looking at me suspiciously. “Bryn Parker,” I mumbled as I read the name on the card. The business card indicated that he was part of the Flower Skull. Luckily, when I first brought Frey to my house, it was almost midnight. No one looked at Frey at all. Then since then, Frey also never left the room. It's been five days since that day. It felt like we were so safe that it made me feel uneasy. Even so, things won't change.

The gravity of the situation was palpable, as I struggled to accept the horrors unfolding before my eyes. “Tonight, we will make it clear that crossing the line in my house is unacceptable. If you do, there will be consequences,” Dane addressed the crowd in a stern tone. Kendra gripped my hand tightly as if she knew I might do something reckless. “Catrina, your time here in the Red Moon pack is over, and now you will meet your creator.” Catrina wept as Dane spoke. I saw Dane’s biceps tense as he prepared to swing, so I quickly pulled my hand away from Kendra’s and sprinted toward Catrina at full speed.

Chapter Thirty Six Unwound Destany Megan stood outside of the ER department with dried tears on her cheeks waiting for Thomas. There had been another dead body, and this time it was someone from Megan’s past. David had been in the navy and was known around the hospital as Dr. Struggles. He was one of the doctors that had been on the oldest destroyers. He had a way doing things, and if you didn’t follow them to the letter, he would get bent out of shape. Many people would describe him as Dr. Doolittle from the original movie.

Just like Nesrin wouldn't share what we all had now, this new sort of brotherhood. The other's attention shifted to me as I entered, but I didn't want to talk about my dead mate. I tried to focus on finding the ring my mother had given me. It had already been twelve hours since it was taken, and I had no idea where it could be. Not yet anyway. But that was why Drabek was here. He was the best tracker I knew, and when our magic failed us, his sense would guide us. "Princeling," Drabek said, greeting me, his mouth spreading into a wide grin revealing his unsettling white pointed teeth. His yellow eyes glowing. He was always dressed in the deepest blacks, his skin so dark it almost looked blue.

He shook his head, took another drink and muttered, “What are the chances it would be those two?” “I’ve often wondered the same thing. With Cassidy’s newfound powers, it didn’t take long for them to locate Holland and Carter--who were calling themselves Asteria and Perses. My mom led a team that took out Carter. It took a while for them to catch up to Holland after that. In the meantime, some quack doctor who worked for her found a professor to open the Blood Moon Portal, and it sucked up my dad, Elliott, Brandon, Jamie, and a couple of other people. I’m not sure who else.” “Dax,” Zane said. Jo looked at him questioningly. “The lanky guy in there, kinda pasty. He was in there.”

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

"But you must know what happened to me these past days, don't you?" "You wouldn't want to know if I told you," Drake said quietly as if he pitied his friend. "I have seen a lot and if I weren't your good friend, I would have killed you for betraying me. I know, I have lifted more dead carcasses than our creator himself and put them back on their feet, and breathed life into them. Perhaps, using you hadn't been a mistake at all." He rose from his sofa again, dropping the glass, and walked around Krepe's chair. "I often wonder what it is that motivates you to do the unimaginable, but then I remember, it's all part of the plan. During the coronation, I can remember telling the creator—oh but sh

Doctor Greg jerked awake, and his eyes widened as he glanced around the room before they settled on Trevor. "What do you want?" He asked, blinking away the sleep that was still clouding his visions. "I should ask you that," Trevor said. His ears perked up, and he glared towards the entrance, awaiting Kira to burst into the room, but he saw no one. Likewise, the sound ceased. "You'll get no answer from me, monster!" Shouted Doctor Greg. "You can scream all you want, bitch, no one is going to save you. Also, I need to remind you that Kira is sleeping soundly. She won't come here to save you."

Why would the Goddess pair Crista with the Mad Alpha of Incubi? Beyond the fact that he’s notorious for being the most bloodthirsty Alpha in Europe, having killed his parents and cut down other Alphas for even speaking to him, he must be ancient. I know age is a number, and werewolves age slowly. But seriously, the dude has to be in his fifties. That is one massive age gap with my sweet eighteen-year-old Crista.