Nathaniel Lolirock Novels & Stories

Small progress, I suppose. "You’re lucky, Bob," Nathan grumbled, rubbing the bridge of his nose like the weight of the entire pack bore down on him. "You don’t have a mate. Especially not a goddess." I didn’t react. I couldn’t afford to. I kept my features neutral, my breathing calm, though inside my chest, a subtle ache stirred at the mention. My gaze flicked briefly toward the fireplace, its flames throwing shadows across the room. Lorn scoffed, “Goddesses, huh? They're more like spoiled little princesses. We repeatedly warn them, don’t just vanish into unknown realms. But do they listen? Hell no.”

"What's on your mind, Nathaniel?" Nathaniel's smile masked his turmoil. "Nothing," he muttered, shrugging. Before Kilo could press further, Tristian burst in, his face etched with worry. "Thank the goddess you're alright!" Tristian exclaimed. He enveloped Nathaniel in a tight hug. Nathaniel's eyes met Kilo's over Tristian's shoulder. Kilo's gaze held a mix of relief and concern. “I am a Hawthorne, and we aren’t easy to kill,” Nathaniel muttered cockily, a hint of pride in his voice.

Nathaniel Rhodes sat on his chair while his suit jacket lay discarded carelessly across the floor beside him, his white dress shirt completely unbuttoned to expose sweat-slicked skin stretched tightly over a broad muscular chest that rose and fell unevenly with every ragged breath leaving his mouth. His head was tilted backward while one large hand worked through his huge cock. My eyes widened, shock filling my body as I watched this untouchable man moan while his hands were wrapped around his cock, moving up and down in fast motions. But that was not the worst part, the worst part sat directly beside his laptop. My employee identification photograph. Nathaniel stared directly at it while hi

"Choose your opponent." Nicholas glanced toward Nathaniel. Dressed in dark jeans, black boots, and a white hoodie, Nathaniel stepped forward without hesitation, his expression unreadable. Lucas's golden eyes swept over him from head to toe before a mocking chuckle escaped his lips. "This is your champion?" Nathaniel didn't so much as blink. He casually ran a hand through his messy dark hair, his icy gaze never leaving Lucas. "Jared." Lucas called and at the sound of his name, one of the towering Lycans stepped out from the crowd.

"Well, let's see if you can back up that claim." "A great brother?" Nathaniel repeated, his expression one of mock offense. "I'll have you know I'm the best brother there is!" Katherina couldn't hold back her laughter at his dramatic tone. "Oh really?" she said, a grin spreading across her face. "And what makes you so great?" Nathaniel put a hand to his chest, feigning a look of shock. "I'm wounded that you even have to ask!" he exclaimed. "My very presence makes the world a better place!"

____ ____ "Because no one else can do it. Opening the prison isn't just waiting for five centuries, the person who opens it must be a really strong person. And..." "And?" Noah asked curiously. "And only a special person can open it without having to wait five centuries." Baba Farra Fanga II took a sip of his drink. Recalling past events made his emotions increase. "Who is that person Baba? The one who has imprisoned the Magic King, that very powerful person." Noah is really confused by all this. Why doesn't he know anything? "He's Beliast Aberdeen. A very powerful person, he's the first person to open the Dungeon's Shadow Prison or even the last person to be able to open it."

Another mocked causing another outburst from the rest. "Tristan... I think it's time we show these bunch of fools how we deal with idiots who underestimates." Nathaniel ordered. Tristan grinned devilishly,this was more like his brother. Nathaniel could be cowardly in anything but when it comes to insults or demeanor,he doesn't take them lightly. Nathaniel bent on his knee while Tristan climbed onto his brother's back. Their clothes were gradually ripping apart while they were slowly morphing together,from the cracking of bones and joints the rogues heard.

Stella said, her eyes drifting toward the old stone wing of the building. "She’s probably just off looking for someone else," Lynx answered with a mischievous glint in his eye. His gaze shifted to a man standing near the edge of the yard. With hair as dark as dried blood and a mood as fiery as the sun, Nathaniel stood with arms crossed, his foot tapping a rapid, impatient rhythm. "What an impatient fellow," Lynx chuckled as they approached. "I can't find Aeriol," Nathaniel snapped before they could even greet him. His British accent was sharp with annoyance. "He said to meet here, and it’s been hours!" (In reality, it had been barely ten minutes).

“I learned his family has been interested in collaborating with Stonewatch Rehabilitation Network. For years, they’ve sponsored medical missions in Greyhold Fort just to get close to Stonewatch’s leadership.” “And?” Serena asked, now curious. “To get information, I reached out to my grandfather,” Nathaniel said. “Retired General Norman Collins.” Serena blinked. Then she gulped. “You’re kidding me.” “Unfortunately, I’m not,” Nathaniel said, averting his gaze. “And this kinship isn’t something I’m proud of.” Serena’s brows knit together. “Tell me.” Nathaniel drew a slow breath, steadying himself. He spoke carefully, pausing often.

“Annyeong,” Nathan introduces himself. “I’m Nathaniel Policarpio. Some people call me Nathan and others call me Nate. Personally, I’d prefer it if you call me Nate because Nathan reminds me of the time I spent in Camp Unplugged, the Internet addiction rehabilitation center that was on the news with, uh, Shadow and me.