Natan X Aamon Novels & Stories

“No, Connie and Hannah are team one. You are team two.” “Right,” she said. “I forgot.” “Forgot or weren’t listening,” he muttered aloud. Usually, he found her forgetfulness cute, but tonight he found it annoying and distracting. “Here he comes,” Elliott warned them. Through Elliott’s IAC, Aaron could see the dark figure of an older man, hunched over, with crazy black hair, slithering towards the chimpanzee cage. He weaved in and out of the shadows and seemed to do a dance step now and again.

"Just today at school. Nate asked if I knew when you were coming back." Both of the guys Gio was training were still in high school—juniors like Hector, but both had massive potential. He couldn't believe he'd actually said it out loud that he didn't want to get back in the ring. But it was true—for now anyway. Maybe someday he'd get back in it, but for now, he didn't even want to think about it, not for himself. But Abel was right. He did love training. He'd even thought about asking Jack, the owner of 5th Street, what he thought about him starting up a beginner's class for some of the younger kids in the neighborhood.

I sat on a marble bench and waited. “Did you always have a dress this beautiful?” I turned to see Valerian observing me from behind. “Brother Valerian,” I stood up and bowed to him. I tried to hide my cheekbones that went high at his compliment. “You’re my sister, not a commoner. You don’t have to bow,” he frowned, walking closer. “Yes, but Father would punish me if I don’t,” I countered, raising my head to meet his warm brown eyes. He chuckled.

Liam: “And then I'm going to do so many things. I have a lot of friends that I want to make and I have so many things that I want to do at school. Yesterday our teacher told us that we were going to do something that is big. She did not tell us what it is, but she said that only big kids can do it and that we were big kids now. And we could do it.” Anastasia said excitedly as she spoke to Alaria, who was taking a sip of her coffee.

Jonathan asked, genuinely seeking her permission. Amanda didn’t want to, but hell, she’d rather eat up her words than to face her best friend’s wrath. Clearly, Noman liked this new sideshow if his sticky eyes were any indication. “Yes, you may, ” she answered. “Jonathan, this is my best friend, Noman Ashgar. He is a professor at a prestigious university in New Zealand and is an avid fan of the Avengers.” “Bucky Barnes to be exact, ” Noman cut in. “Say, you actually look like him, but ten years younger.”

Good question. “The other times the Alpha has left to attend the Alpha’s Meetings, he had to take his Luna. Seeing as the Luna was… disposed… he took someone else. Since Alpha Shane has not found his mate, he would need to take his Beta and his Gamma,” Gamma Trent answered. “I would also advise you take your strongest warriors.” “Do I not look capable of protecting myself?” I asked. Trent looked toward Mave before bowing his head.

"It's okay, Miss. What's your name?" Her eyes got up to meet mine and I smiled at her. "Gwen. Gwen Nevan, Your Royal Highness," okay, it's getting awkward. Gwen never used honorifics with me in common circumstances. "Can I call you Gwen?" "Of course!" "Then call me Natasha, please. Or just Princess, if you are too uncomfortable with my first name," then I turned to my companions. "This is my assistant, Katherine Quinlan. And this dumbass here is my Knight and disciple-brother, Sir Asher Kingston!" Both of them blushed, and to put more wood in the fire, I whispered to her. "He's single, by the way."

“Why are you stalking me? I could have killed you.” “Well, Kyle ordered me to find out what you are up to and to keep an eye on you,” Bryon confessed. “So, are you spying on me?” Gazzeus asked. “I would not dare do that. I only followed you because Kyle might have his other men watching and to know if I am doing what he asked. And also, there is something I want to tell you.” “And what could that be?” Bryon looked around and moved closer to him where he said in a low voice, “Aamon will be leaving for Athens this evening. The Elders will be holding a meeting at Silver-Crest Coven and all the Coven leaders will be there.”

Also, with no one else to talk to about this part of my life, I’m willing to get this off my chest. “Do you know the Immortal, Cian?” I ask. “The Sin, Greed?” Noah takes a long, lingering pause that leaves me wondering in this moment whether I asked a question that has offended him. “I know of him.” “Turns out him and I are mates. Odd, but there’s no arguing it. The touch and everything,” I admit. It feels good to say it aloud, for someone else to hear it. It makes it real, in a relieving way. I’m still struggling to accept that it is real.

Anna wanted to hear the rest of Nate’s story if only to take her mind off the strange things that were happening to her. “The tomb itself is quite an extraordinary building with beautiful brick and a huge dome covered in blue tiles.” “Sounds nice, but I don’t quite understand…” “If you stop interrupting me, I’ll get to the good part, sheesh. Don’t be so impatient.” “Nate, I have other authors you know and we still have a great deal to discuss, so just get to the good part, as you said, already.” Nate let out a sign. “Bibi left me alone to get a smoke. While I was walking near the steps, I heard a woman’s voice calling me by my Hebrew name Netan'el, which no one but my parents and grandparent