Laura Hale Novels & Stories

I had papers, important papers, my mind how ever, was stuck in a dangerous, distracting loop. The air shifted, subtle yet undeniable, the way it does when a scent you’ve been denying finally cuts through the static. There she was— halfway down the hall, a small, dark figure in simple gray, moving with that familiar, nervous purpose. Aria Hale. Lyra’s mother. The omega with the haunted eyes. My body reacted before I could even think. The papers dropped from my hand—a loud, useless thud—as I was focused entirely on her. Why was she here, in the heart of the Main Lodge, so early?

Then she saw the woman asleep at the table. Laura. Lyralei recognized her immediately and the memories of their earlier meetings flooded back the moment she saw her. The first vision during the shadow wolf battle, the fight in the dream where Laura had sprouted wings, which Lyralei still considered deeply unfair, the conversation where Laura had admitted she was the last Ravenwood. Inside the vision-space, those memories were sharp and clear. Outside of it, they faded, but here, Lyralei remembered everything. Laura was slumped over the table with her head resting on her folded arms while open books and old journals surrounded her. Loose notes were scattered across the wood and one journal la

Her eyes couldn’t settle on one thing. “Holy moly. We just drove past Rihanna’s mansion.” She said dreamily. I glanced at Lorenzo and he shrugged his shoulder before stepping further into the room. I know she was Leigh-Ari’s best friend, but there was no way this chatterbox was going to make it through that barrier. “Laura Montez Petrou.” Vernero barked causing Laura to tear out of the seat abruptly, and she poised herself so bad you could have thought she was talking with Queen Elizabeth herself.

"Laura... The name means victory and I like starting the new chapter of my life on the right foot. With you around, let's accomplish great things together, shall we?" Unknown to Tynan, something magical happened the moment he said that. The man was happy to plug the new phone in for it to charge while he went for a shower but the phone flickered to life even with zero percent battery. On the screen, an image of a girl started to rub her eyes and look around. The girl had pink hair tied up with a bandana that was decorated with a cute skull. She wore a red tracksuit and looked very athletic. If anyone recognised her, they would know her as the Princess of the Dirt Track from five years ago wh

When Conal is safe, she will return to Montana to fulfill her promise to Harem Henry. As for Laura, since that day, she has not been seen approaching or doing anything dangerous to Conal. Sometimes Laura would go into Conal's office to deliver documents, but she didn't do anything, and Azura was there too. Even so, Azura was always restless. Because Laura was a cunning vampire, even she had no idea what she would do next. Sometimes she caught Laura's lustful eyes looking at Conal like she was looking at the prey before her, making Azura feel uncomfortable. At that time, Azura just wanted to kill her immediately. "Azura, what are you thinking?" Conal's voice startled her. She looked up at him

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

' I just laughed at their banter about their daughters, though it made me crave that future. Aura and I have kept contact with Blaine and Lainee through our shared link and I even opened one with Cleo. Once I'd remembered I was able to do it with Jacob, Ryan, and even Cristian, I opened a link with her. She said it had to be some crazy warrior thing, leading me to become more curious with what comes with being a Black Moon member. I haven't confronted Tate yet about my curiosity, only Blaine and Lainee. They told me to ask Tate's mother, who was apparently a keeper for the council and kept all their documents and books. She knew all the history.

She asked further. “I - I am Jack Hale. My mom… she should be at work,” he replied, his gaze evasive, as if he didn’t want to share too much. Laura offered him a warm smile. “Well, Jack Hale, I’m Laura Wells. I work right there at the cafe. You’re welcome to come by anytime, alright?”. Jack nodded the hint of a smile brightening his face. Laura reached into her apron pocket, pulled out a few bills, and pressed the money into his hand, her gaze full of compassion.