Litten Novels & Stories

Lita said and got into the backseat of the car. "Hey, get in, you girls are late anyway. Catty," Rylan said. I licked the down of my lip and got in hesitantly. Minutes later, Rylan drove into the school parking lot. Getting down from the car, I saw Hayden about entering his car before he saw me. "Now, there's our latecomer-buddy," Lita said giggling as Hayden started walking up to us. "Hi, Hayden," she said, waving at him. Hayden glanced at her with a frown and waved in an unfriendly manner.

Hold her, hold them all. Lila perched on a bench, wiry frame buzzing as she shared cider with pups, her chestnut ponytail swinging. Her hazel eyes sparkled, sling tucked in her belt, optimism a shield against the hall’s tension. She hummed softly, calming the kids, but her fingers fidgeted, fear of the eclipse buried deep. Spark, her wolf, yipped, small and vibrant, tail a blur. Sing, Lila! Keep their hearts light, keep yours bright.

Lydia said. He turned instantly, a flash of relief crossing his face. “Lydia.” She stepped beside him and slid her hand into the crook of his arm. “Sorry I’m late. I didn’t want to keep my Alpha waiting.” Nina’s smile faltered. “And you are?” “I’m Lydia,” she said sweetly. “Knox’s mate. His Luna. I think you’ve heard of me—or is something else the matter?” There was a pause—thick, uncomfortable silence as the word Luna settled into the space between them.

I heard Triston's soft snores as we finally landed. This was supposed to be our refuel spot then we would be taken directly to our private island. An attenedent came up to my side, "May I interest you in some late lunch?" I felt my stomach grumble at the notion, nodding to her. "We have a braised beef bolognese, miso-crusted salmon or duck n bao?" I stared out at Triston, trying to see if I could order for him. Then I recalled... Nothing I cooked nowadays, no meals were truly shared. He was always eating something else. Instead I answered for myself, "I will have the salmon." I rocked forward on my seat, placing my hand on Triston's knee.

“Malachi Sinclair.” “How did you get in here?” Malachi asked, and frowned because he still couldn’t smell his scent. “I was struck by lightning when I was 17,” he said, with a smile, as he caught Malachi staring. “Lichtenburg figures usually disappear after a few days,” Malachi said. “I guess I’m special like that,” he said, and sat down. There was something very odd about him. Even though he smelled human, Malachi knew he wasn’t. “You have me at a disadvantage. You know my name, but I don’t know yours,” Malachi said. The man’s mind was completely blank, and he had only encountered that once before in his life.

The words hung in the air like a stray shard of glass, catching light in all the wrong ways. Why Lita? It wasn’t that she resented her cousin’s happiness. God knew Lita deserved it but the universe felt uncomfortably small, as though the same circle of names, faces, and memories kept spinning back into her life. “I… I’m happy for you,” Raellyn said softly, and she meant it, though there was a fragile quiver in her chest that she tried to ignore. But Lita’s expression shifted, her smile faltering into something faintly sharp, almost testing. “Is that all you’re going to say?” Her voice carried a subtle edge that pressed against Raellyn’s composure like a knife tracing glass.

Bryer grits her teeth. “Lower your tone when you talk to me, Bryer” she cuts her off, “remember, I am his mate and that makes me the Luna of your pack, a pack which you are still under and let’s not forget, you should be grateful that we haven’t told Zach about you yet” “Do not flatter yourself, Odette” she leans forward, “do you like Malachi in bed that much? I mean, he is good..so good..I can literally still feel my toes curling as he rammed into me like a hungry beast”

Their eyes had lost that wild spark , the one that once made Howlborne feared across every land. The bond that tied us all together had grown thin. Faint. I could still feel it, but it was weak… dying, just like them. “You should stop torturing yourself, Killian.” Her voice broke through the silence. Lilith. I didn’t turn. “I told you not to come here.” She moved closer, slow and quiet. Her scent was like nightshade , sweet but dangerous. “You look like hell,” she said softly. “Still standing here, waiting for something that isn’t coming back.”

Lindsay said. “I’ll be there soon, and in case you have forgotten. I love you,” Wren said. “I love you too,” she said, then hung up her phone. While she waited for Wren, Lindsay began to write her report on her gremlin incident. The best way she could describe it was a two-foot-high, lizard-like thing that walked upright when moving slowly. On all fours, it moved fast and was very fast when it wanted to be.

I don't know why Mister Ray is using this generic piece of scrap, but it thankfully turns on when I press the button. His computer is passworded though, and this is the biggest hurdle that we have to cross over. "What do you think his password is?" I crack my knuckles. "What? I don't know!" Luther screws his face. "Basic guy, basic life, but he looks like he is a nerd..." I think to myself, trying to find a clue. There is a picture of a ginger cat on his desk though, and a name written on the bottom left, in cursive. "Bellow..." I read out.