Mr Fodder Novels & Stories

The whispers of doubt and fear are replaced by a crescendo of pride as they recite the oath, their voices strong and clear. "I, Michael Rossi," he begins, his gaze never leaving mine, "swear to uphold the honor of our Family, to protect those who cannot protect themselves, and to lead with wisdom and courage." His voice is a testament to his father's legacy, a promise of continuity in the face of change.

"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.

David Me and Theodore go shower, and as soon as we get in his car, we can breathe. The car started moving, and I asked: - So… the bag had your work partner's face on it? Theodore laugh. - God, that was hilarious. – he paused - How are things going? - Fucked up as expected. Are you sure I can’t use the Cerbera odollam on him and call the day? Theodore chuckle. - Yes, I’m shore. I don't think the boss will believe your father used the "suicide tree" on himself.