My Time At Sandrock Fang Novels & Stories

“I have truly changed. I was going through a lot back then and I lost control, once. I have never done anything like that to anyone else.” “Wow, then I guess I am the lucky one! I was raped by the mighty Nataniel Kaponda, someone, please, give me a medal.” There were tears in her eyes as she said the sarcastic words. Nataniel’s presence before her had vividly brought back to life the memories she had been trying to forget for the past thirty years.

Still… the thought of meeting an old man with a bald head tomorrow makes me wince. I shake my head, he can't be bald, or old. Sandy’s voice cuts through my thoughts, “Are you awake?” “I’ve been awake.” “What time is it?” I glance at my phone, “Five twenty.” A groan fills the room, “Our meeting is by ten.” “I know.” “So why are you awake?” “I keep wondering if Shadow Twenty-Three is secretly eighty.” Sandy throws a pillow directly at my face, “Fuck you.” “Ouch, what was that for?”

I looked toward him. "You want me to leave?" The hurt in my voice surprised even me. Sol immediately reached for my hand. "No." The answer came so fast it almost overlapped my question. "No." His fingers tightened around mine. "I want you safe." The Bond surged. Truth. Absolute truth. I sighed. That was the problem. We were both right. And neither of us liked it. "The sanctuary still has different time flow." Sol nodded. "A day here." His voice softened. "An hour outside."

Claw clutches his chest dramatically, “but I’ll take that bet. Ten bucks says I tag a patrol guard before you even unsheathe that pretty little blade.” “You’re on,” Fang snaps. Ruby and I exchange amused looks. “How did I end up with such a disfunctional family?" I mutter, slipping on my gloves. "You guys are unhinged, for real." “That’s rich, coming from the lightning bug who blew up half a battlefield some days ago,” Claw quips. “Touché.” Rock passes us without a word, as usual, dragging a sack of gear like it’s full of feathers. His presence is grounding—calm, dangerous, dependable. If Ruby is our wildfire, Rock is the avalanche that follows.

she finally says and clears her throat, "I was just a little worried." "No, it's not fine. You left at two thirty PM according to Bobbie, so you were out for twelve fucking hours, unreachable. And that would be fine if it wasn't for the fact that you already allowed your stupid ass to get bewitched and brainwashed once," Rocky throws at me. The reminder makes me want to punch something because he’s right. I already fell for a magic scam once, what’s to stop me from doing it again? "Sky was scared you were going to fully disappear and then come back with yet another fated mate." "Stop, Rocco," Sky mutters and takes a deep breath before standing up, "I obviously overreacted, I’m sorry too. Let

Since Sandra's Dad was one of my father's enemies,he was in the dungeon with Fernando as they waited for the day that they would finally pay for all the crimes that they had committed. Sandra lost everything that his Dad grabbed from other packs and now they were like omegas who didn't have anything to brag about. Sandra's friends on campus deserted her because she was like a nobody.She looked so lonely and had no one to talk to.Nico reclaimed me since he had rejected me and everything between us was good now. Luke and Nico were getting along pretty well and that made me happier.Sometimes I found them laughing out loud or talking about pack matters and I couldn't help it but smile at the sig

I went flying next to the ice monster. Pain consumed my body and I laid limp on the ground. The sand beast smirked and rested the tip of his blade against my throat. Fuck! It was checkmate. The sand beast swirled into a tornado before raining down amongst his other friends. The ice monster melted into the sand. I rolled onto dry sand, trying not to let any of the seawater spill on me. Gramps came into view. The expression he wore was not one of approval. “You lost,” he rumbled.

"Nah, he won't come into Sheck's territory. I'm good until I leave again. You're good too." I'd walked into the middle of West Side Story. It's one of the old movies I watched when our clan stayed with Brandt and Emily's pack for a short time. I played it repeatedly until the others banned me from choosing movies. "We'll see." I'd messed the bodies up pretty badly. Not something a human could do easily. I don't think Rondy saw the majority of the damage. "I need meat." Now his eyes went speculative. "You got money?"

In the crisp sound of its gallop, I heard my heartbeat pounding against my ribs. I kept telling myself, "don't think too much, just take a walk, don't hold any hope." I couldn't bear another disappointment. "What if it's another false hope..." My voice shattered in my throat, but my wolf suddenly roared deafeningly. Its silver image appeared in my mind, its fur still damp with water mist. "So what if you're disappointed again? Frostfang wolves aren't tripped by the same scar twice." Five days later, just past noon, I finally arrived in Redwood City.