Noah The Hedgehog Novels & Stories

His legal name is Noah Hill. Noah was born in a small mountain village up north into a poor family. Not only that, his father passed away from an illness when he was a young child. Because of his father’s illness, their family owed a large amount of debt. His mother raised him alone, life was difficult but even so, when the other children went to school, his mother tried her best to make ends meet and sent him to school too. Unfortunately, when the other children had shoes to wear, all he had to wear were ill-fitting shoes that exposed his toes.

Adam looked down at the bright-eyed boy beside him and asked, "What's your full name, buddy?" His curiosity was genuine, even though he had known Noah's name earlier. Noah, caught off guard by the question, blinked and then replied, "Noah Oleander...umm... I forgot the rest." He chuckled softly, feeling a bit embarrassed by his forgetfulness. They both fell into a brief silence, Noah's small brow furrowing in concentration as he tried to recall the elusive 'H' in his name. It was a letter he often saw abbreviated or omitted. He mumbled to himself, "What was the 'H' in my name?"

Zeus curled up next to him, pawing at him and nudging him with his snout, trying to get him as close as possible. Even the next day Noah wasn't quite back to normal. He didn't even show up to training. Instead he went straight to the lake where he spent the whole morning and afternoon. Both Noah and Thaddeus looked up, although Noah looked up wondering who was approaching while Thaddeus smiled knowing who it was. Noah's face lit up as soon as he saw the short person with brown hair and brown eyes walk out of the tree line. Noah was on his feet running towards him as he yelled his name.

“Us…” Noah’s gaze slowly shifted to her, and a wicked grin spread across his face as he stared at her. “Yeah, us. Me. The Horde.” “You’re a—” “Demon? Yes.” She blinked and he sighed in frustration. Noah stood, pushing the chair to the side and he inhaled deeply. “This is going to hurt, and ruin one of my favorite shirts, but there’s no going back now and I guess you’ve got to see it, to believe it.”

Noah. He was standing in the doorway, looking like he’d just rolled out of a fight or a fever dream. He had this oversized black hoodie pulled on over a crumpled shirt. The hood was sagging back just enough to show his messy hair. His backpack was slung carelessly over one shoulder, looking light as if not even a feather was in it. He was back?! But he said...? Mr. Harrison stopped mid-sentence, his pointer hovering over the Aleutian Trench. He made a face—that pinched, disappointed look teachers reserve for the kids they’ve already written off as lost causes.

he tells me. “Accident? What kind of accident?” I question. The worst incident we had with mailing was when a vengeful ex tried to send someone a dead animal, which shut us down for days after it was investigated by the authorities. I’ve never dealt with sensitive material that affects an Alpha before. Noah blinks a few times, before he scrambles to explain himself. “A substance was spilt over my hands recently when I opened a package. It burnt me.” I glance down at his hands. All I see is perfect, undisrupted skin.

It's been two weeks, Noah always goes to Amrodan's house every day. He rarely spent time with Gladys. Even Noah never went to school and Xeva never saw him. Exactly today, Noah went back to school. He didn't want his father to be suspicious, Moreover, knowing him who often comes to the uncle's house to practice magic secretly. Because practicing at Amrodan's house, now Noah has become very strong. His magic power exceeds his father, Mr. Retter.

There was no way you could drop the ball because you didn’t have a partner to pick up the slack. I wondered if I’d have been more of a pushover if it weren’t for my army background. I strongly suspected that I would have. “Jaime’s mommy bought the cookies when she came to school to speak to us,” Noah said, breaking through my thoughts. “Oh? What did she speak to you about?” “Her job,” Noah replied. “She’s a…a…pet healer.” “A veterinarian,” I smiled. “Yeah that,” he nodded. “But I can’t say that word.”

Noah comes around a tree and sees a group huddled on the ground snarling, and knows Michael's underneath them. Noah's stomach drops, he can't even see Michael, just the five wolves that are tearing something apart, or someone. He pushes himself faster as he barrels into them, almost like a bowling ball and they go flying. Noah quickly stands and takes a dazed rogue by the throat, ripping it out. He moves on to the next one, their jaws snap at him. Noah spins, slicing the throat of one before quickly stopping and grabbing the snout at the other and quickly snapping its neck.