Mha Rody Novels & Stories

"I am Heather Daniels. I'm here to discuss an important contract—" Before she could finish, a hoarse, thick baritone voice interrupted from the shadows. "Who dares address me without proper introduction?" Heather turned cold when she finally saw Eamon Rodge, who was not the elderly man she had imagined. Instead, a very young man with a dark aura sat on a stool near a wine cellar section, not far from the entrance. He wore dark lenses and held a walking cane, his presence exuding an unsettling mixture of charm and menace. "Mr. Rodge?" Heather stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Andrew, you're really putting on a show here! If I didn't already know what a nobody you are, I might've actually believed you!" Rodney was one of Jayrodale's Four Most Eligible Bachelors, and he ranked higher than Dexter. Not only that, but because he trained at Madblade Martial Academy, he was notoriously arrogant. He did not even give guys like Harvey and Michael the time of day, let alone someone like Dexter. So, the idea that Rodney would rush over because Andrew called? That was laughable. If anything, Dexter figured that if Andrew did run into Rodney, he would probably drop to his knees in terror.

She parted her lips to speak but stopped in midway when the door opened and revealed him. “Am I hallucinating?” I muttered to myself. “Miss Waters, there is an emergency in the basketball court. You are needed there.” He said with a hint of nervousness leaking through it. Maddie nodded and strolled out with an aid-kit, leaving him standing near the door. “Uh-” “Zach, move your ass.” Ryder came barging in and stood infront of me with a small smile. “Great you’re awake. You’ve been knocked out for several hours.” He took a seat near me. Arching an eyebrow, I nodded hesitantly.

“After everything we’ve been through, don’t you think we’ve earned nickname privileges? Dyssy? You can give me one too—Dev, Vin... Big D?” “He does have a big one,” Ma says to Meredith. Rowen and I both groan, hands flying to our ears. “Ma!” Rowen complains. “Still not over that hotel in Hawaii with the paper-thin walls.” Laughter erupts around us—Summer, Jared, even Meredith—everyone but Odysseus, who looks completely lost. “I don’t understand,” he says, confused. Pop, ever the opportunist, opens his mouth—“It means I have a big—”

Beta Preston says, his voice deep and even. He’s a handsome man, with salt and pepper hair, hazel eyes, and a beard that matches his hair. Everytime he smiles, two deep dimples appear in cheeks, and like all wolves of his station, he’s huge. The steering wheel looks like a toy in his hands. “I’m Rhoda,” the woman says and leans back to hand me a bottle of water. “E’ryone jus’ calls me Roe.” “I-” a frog catches in my throat and it takes several tries to clear it. “I’m Mara. Thank you,” I say and take the water.

He will likely be late because he sucks at running. I walked to the magical wing, I saw several magical physicians bowing their heads at me in respect, I gave them a light nod and strolled to the office where I would see Hemilia and Raphael, the head of the magical physician. Raphael Weldon is the royal magical physician, for years he did his duty as the physician while carrying out his task as a researcher making him the youngest person of magical scientist of Rosla. He wrote many theories in his book Gelium book, the book that I read when I was in the library at night.

"Please, take a seat We walked toward the sofa. I got distracted as we passed a corridor with two doors on each side and a large door at the end, where four men were standing. I could only see the face of one of them, as the others were partly turned to the side or had their backs to me. Mr. Ryan must have been among them, not the one whose face I could see, as he didn't look almost thirty years old; he must have been over sixty The two who were partially turned looked younger and had darker hair. The one with his back to me was very tall and seemed quite strong under his black suit. He had broad shoulders, clearly larger than the other men, and he had blonde hair. He looked somehow familiar

I had a feeling that he was mixing with the humans outside the forest which meant he would either be back when he was ready or he wouldn't be back at all. Moon Shadow were really suffering without him though. Mollie was barely coping without her mate around, Blake had resigned from the role as Beta and Jackson had also resigned from the role as Third in Command. So, right now at least, it was safe to say that Moon Shadow was well on its way to chaos because there was no one to bring order to the pack.

“Rosalyn? The one who used to run the northern bar routes?” “The same,” I confirmed. “She knows the underworld better than any of us. She can smell a liar before they finish their first word. If there’s a snake trying to get close to my wife, Rosalyn will find its trail. And she will know how to put a stop to it.” “Alpha…” Hunter hesitated. “You’re aware of what you’re asking. Rosalyn’s loyal, but she’s volatile. You really want her near Valerie? She is not the type that even Valerie would want around herself.”

He was annoyed because he was always forbidden to do what he wanted to Anindira. Earlier, he had been trying to do something for Anindira, but Rodo always gave him a warning. Rodo was just an old man from the weak Clan, the Clan of the Goats. Rodo didn't have any rank, but he had enough guts and wasn't stupid. Rodo knew that Mateo needed him to take care of Anindira. He bet on it, and that's why he had the courage.