Mha Rody Novels & Stories

Across from them, a younger councilman named Theron paced in a slow, anxious line behind his chair, his agitation making the room feel smaller. And at the far end of the table sat Roderick. Gray in the beard, broad through the shoulders despite his age, scar cutting down beside his left eye like an old crack in stone. He had the stillness of a wolf who knew exactly how much violence he was capable of and no longer needed to prove it. He rested both hands on the arms of his chair and let the silence sit until it turned uneasy. Then he spoke. “Our Alpha has not returned.” Theron stopped pacing. Vera’s gaze lifted. Holt finally looked up. No one answered. Because there was no answer that wasn’t

Before I could respond, a familiar voice suddenly cut in. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite mysterious beauty, who would it be?” As I turned around, I locked eyes with Rodney. He was standing there with his usual confident grin while leaning against the lockers like he was in some teen drama. I raised an eyebrow. “Favorite? How many ‘mysterious beauties’ do you have?” Rodney placed a hand over his heart. “Mary, trust me. There is no one else. I will always be loyal to you.” Rosa snorted. “Yes, of course.”

The secondary greenhouse looked like a dark glass tomb, completely still, but I knew Team Alpha was inside, tucked deep between the rows of tropical plants with their rifles cold and ready. I had not slept. The operations were too close to the line, and my mind was still buzzing with the heat from the master bedroom. The heavy study door clicked and swung open. I didn't reach for my gun. I knew her scent before she even stepped into the light of the desk lamp. Rodah walked in, fully dressed in a tight black sweater and dark jeans. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, exposing the sharp, stubborn line of her jaw. She didn't look tired. Her green eyes were bright, locked onto me wit

Just feeling the caffeine enter my body was good enough. "Feeling better?" Hunt asked, leaning forward and drinking from his own mug. I nodded and then got down to finishing the rest of my sandwich and coffee. When I was done, I felt warm inside and happy too. It'd been long since I'd felt either of those things. "We'll be moving the traps further into the woods this year," a burly man in a red and black plaid shirt said as he walked into the store with a rifle in his large hand. He wore a dirty brown cap over his head with thin strands of dark hair sticking out front underneath. There was something about him that reeked of danger. I could smell it all over him along with the strong stench o

"Yes, I can say that,' Alexandro said. “I won’t join your manhunt, if that’s what you’re asking. But I will tell you this—there are others out there. Beyond my kingdom. Beyond yours. Not all creatures respect our war or our women.” Alexandro’s eyes narrowed. “You know something.” “I know rumors. I’ve heard whispers of a new power rising from the east. A rogue named Maeron. Not a wolf. Not quite human. Something... older. I thought he was a myth.” “Why would a myth take my mate?” Valerian’s expression darkened. “You’ll have to find that answer yourself.” Alexandro’s jaw tightened. He didn’t trust Valerian. He never would. But what he said sounded real.

“Angel?” The sound felt too real for her, it couldn’t be a dream. The sensation of her hand in a tight grip woke her. “Cara.” She shot up from her position, staring straight into those deep chocolate pools. ***************************************** Hi lovely readers, I hope you are enjoying reading Sgt Maddox. If you want to keep up to date with ideas and posts, I am on Instagram - @_louisehope_ Happy reading! xxx

“Let’s start with the packs in our state. Rysterbia is home to four major packs, including ours. The second largest is the White Rose pack. They’re located north of us, led by Alpha Marcus and his Luna, Elara. Marcus is a skilled diplomat, known for his ability to forge alliances and maintain peace. His pack is one of the most united and disciplined you’ll find, and they value loyalty above all else.” Charlotte nodded thoughtfully, thinking about the allies Azraiel frequently mentioned. But her thoughts quickly shifted as Theo’s finger moved to another area on the map. “The Blood Moon pack,” Theo continued, indicating a territory to the west. “They’re smaller but control vital waterways. The

“Petrakis. I never thought I would see the day I received your call. “ The man on the other end said. “Rossi. Remember that favor you owe me? “ “Straight to business then. You finally want to collect? “ “Yes. A woman is looking for employment in your company. Her name is Hazel Thompson. I want you to cancel her interview. “ There was silence on the other end of the line. I almost thought the douche had fucking hung up on me. But Rossi was a smart man. He knew better than to disrespect me. “Is that how you want to call in your favor? “ He had a point. I could need him for something else–something more important–more important. Fuck, Hazel was back in my life for less than thirty minutes and s

Sydney huffed in annoyance, "Your sorry doesn't solve anything. Granted, you wanted to put a wedge between us and that worked. But you've moved on and I'm still picking up the pieces as I try to unscramble the mess you made of my mind. Even now, with all my memories, with me knowing everything we once shared, I'm not sure how I should feel about you. You're a complete stranger to me." Her last sentence had a thought coming to mind. I held my hand out, "Then let's start over as complete strangers. My name is Alpha Victor Silva. Alpha of the rogues. Welcome to one of the many sanctuaries I plan on constructing around the world." Sydney narrowed her gaze on my extended hand with apprehension be

Crossing the room, I turned the handle with controlled ease and cracked the door open. A young guy stood there, his grin stretching wide across his face, flashing teeth like a kid who’d just been handed the keys to a Lamborghini. “Good morning, sir,” he greeted first, bright and rehearsed. I took in the details—the hotel’s standard outfit, black cotton shirt tucked into matching trousers. His badge read ROHAN DANIEL. Explained the sharp features. Indian, maybe. My hand slipped into my pocket, my fingers brushing the steel hidden there. My tone stayed even. “Is there a problem?”