Nazo Hedgehog Novels & Stories

Nolan: The moment the howls echoed, I was already shouting orders. “Alessandro, perimeter! Gamma team, north side! Move!” My voice cut through the chaos as warriors poured into the courtyard, shifting mid-stride, their snarls rising into the night. “One more thing that they would actually have the noble blood to actually give a warning.” Alessandro muttered under his breath as he looked at me. “I doubt the fact that this is their virtue, considering the fact that they are rogues, Alessandro.” I said, glaring at him before catching sight of Natalia.

They kept on smelling, trying to find us until they continued walking and left us. “They are Husk and Tusk. Isaiah illegally pets them. Isaiah let them roam around the mansion with the guards to guard” Maria said as I watched the two white tigers walk away. We went inside the mansion with two lion statues at the front door and I saw a red 1962 Ferrari 250 GTO displayed at the front door. Besides the Fender Stratocaster guitar hanging on the wall. I tried to touch it and I didn't feel any dust. It is shiny and looks new. “He bought that Ferrari at the auction when he figured out what was missing inside his mansion,” Maria told me even though I am not asking because I am not interested.

Two years ago: Nestled within the idyllic embrace of a countryside locale, a resplendent restaurant provided the backdrop for an intimate luncheon attended by Ava, Lily, and a trio of accompanying companions. Among this convivial group, Ava's gaze was surreptitiously drawn towards the periphery, where a figure clothed in a black hoodie lingered in the shadows. An immediate recognition crystallized within her mind; it was none other than Ethan, his presence seemingly infused with a tinge of secrecy as he cast furtive glances towards their gathering. The implications of his presence sent a cautionary ripple through her thoughts, a silent signal that his impending approach could potentially dis

The others surrounded me, fighting to keep the enemy off of my back. There was a series of wails as the rogues rotted away, their bodies hitting the blood-soaked earth with a thud. Harley scrambled to her feet, clutching her abdomen. Nox, Brick, and Hakeem rushed over to her side. I could hear Nox shout through the bond that they needed a healer. While the three of them handled that, I fought with my sister, Jada, and Brinley, each of us forming a circle around Natasha, whose fighting skills weren’t the best, in an effort to keep her safe.

Zahra's POV A yelp cuts through the noise. My head snaps up just in time to see Zion go down, his massive grey form tumbling hard. He hits the dirt, rolling, jaws locked around another wolf’s muzzle. There’s a sickening crack as the rogue’s jaw breaks, but not before it sinks its teeth into Zion’s hind leg. He howls, twisting, ripping the creature’s throat out before collapsing on his side.

Nico stepped out and rounded the car to stand beside him. Nero’s honey eyes swept the scene, and when they landed on the hunched figure hanging before him, his lips curved into the faintest, most dangerous of smirks. Before him , was one of his own men— stripped, gutted, and nailed to a wooden cross that was painted red in what looked and smelled an awful lot like blood. The cross was erected crudely by the roadside like a spectacle for all to see. The almost decapitated body swayed under the weight of death, the stench of blood— heavy, metallic, and impossible to ignore.

Fox reminds them. There is a chorus of mumbles ‘yes sir’ from our group. “You know we should change some of Chaos’s handles. They no longer fit,” Dominic rumbles, making the earpiece vibrate with his deep base. “Oscar has made a name for himself as Chaos’s hellhound. That’s all anyone refers to him as,” Alanzo Zanetti says talking to Demon. “Fine, Oscar is now Hellhound,” Ryder concedes. “I like that better. It fits,” Ransom says.

It seemed to be working as no there wasn’t a wolfs hair in sight, so far. Nova had Elder Montague in cuffs as he strained against her and was turning a worrying shade of purple in anger. He was practically nose to nose with her, growling in her face and there wasn’t a doubt in my mind if he was able to shift right now he would. But Nova being who she was, just stood there slowly blinking at him like she couldn’t fathom where he got the nerve. Which she probably couldn’t.

She extended it and tapped Zinjo on the chest, “Hey check out what's in the cage.” Zinjo put the spyglass up to his eye, and peered down at the cage, “What is that? Another hybrid?” Within the cage were a simple black and yellow rabbit with a longhorn protruding out of its head. The guards stood at least five feet away from the cage. Were they afraid of the minuscule ball of fluff? “Have you seen one of those before?” Zinjo shook his head, “It is an animal unknown to me. Perhaps it is the divine beast the ghost of Tiberius spoke of ?”

***** Xandros, I gently called out to my sister, "Zyla, please have something to eat." She only glanced at the food I was having. Zyla is my younger sister and the legal wife of Zandro, the son of Skull, the esteemed first elder of the ZORNZON clan. She's been hiding from them because she can no longer bear the pain in her heart. I can't blame her, considering her unique power over memories and sadness. The intensity of her pain is far greater than what an ordinary person would experience.