Northern Grand Duke Hamster Novel Novels & Stories

I see everything in black, but I can make out the white figures of the wolves. “What is happening?” One asked, Dark Shadow’s fellow men. “Are you by any chance one of the wolves modified by that old Frank?” “What’s that old man got to do with it?” I asked, frowning. “Apparently you are not one of his guinea pigs!” Guinea pigs? What was he doing in the northern mountains? I will certainly ask these ten half-dead wolves. “You better leave!” “No! Don’t think you scare us, woman!” I looked at them, and I had a sadistic smile on my face and said, “I was going to get caught anyway!”

I woke up feeling so uncomfortable and it took me a few moments to realise that I was locked up in the lowest dungeon. There was no window and no light. It reeked of mould and other unsightly things. I felt sick and wished that I had never left the packhouse that night. I tried to stand up from the floor but was pulled back by something which made me scream because I realised I was chained to the wall like an animal. The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon.

The kind of strength that survives monsters like Lucian. And I had mocked her for it. Now I understood. I dressed quietly, every motion practiced. The last thing I wanted was to be near him when he woke. The basement was forbidden, and I had no desire to learn what secrets he kept there. Instead, I slipped toward his office. It was dim, lined with books and the faint smell of smoke and rot. On his desk lay an open volume. The title caught my eye: The Northern Wolves. Curiosity pried at me.

Your eyes soon hover to the words written just at the top corner of the page and when you sink the piece of information, you freeze. "...After seven long years of training outside the Country. We're glad to announce the second son of our beloved King Darwin Jack and her Highness the Queen Liza Yuan Cohen, and the heir to the throne, Prince Zale Felix Cohen, has finally returned back to his precious country."

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He hissed, “He has fallen.” Grandfather! My head whipped around trying to find him, his eyes wide and wild, Crimson stumbled to his feet, moving hastily, determination in his footsteps. I was on his heels as we rounded the corner of a building and we saw my grandfather being mauled, by several of the ugly creatures.

Just when I was on the brink of losing hope, a surprising and friendly presence made itself known. "Luna, I followed you all the way here." My heart racing, I spun around. Before me stood a large black wolf, its eyes burning with intensity. It was the same wolf I had encountered previously, the one involved in Ani's abduction. "You're here?" I exclaimed, a mix of surprise and relief in my voice. The wolf's appearance was like a miracle amidst the oppressive quiet. A wave of unexpected joy filled my heart, knowing I was no longer alone. "Yes, I sensed you as soon as you entered the forest," the wolf answered in a voice that was calming yet enigmatic. I then realized that this wolf wasn't ordi

Leo merely nods and they walk away, leaving to help their Duke and Duchess. … “You are mad,” Phillippe remarks as he watches the fire from the mountains. “To survive in a cruel world, you either have to be cruel yourself or turn mad,” Dmitri says. “I choose to be the latter one.” All the birds have returned to them. Dmitri raises his hand and Rosie lands on his arm, cooing loudly. “You did well,” he smiles. “Thank you for your hard work.” The bird coos again, happy to be praised. Dmitri pats the bird’s head and turns around to face Phillippe.

Elizabeth said, getting a little sentimental. “I am sure, it won’t,” Northstar smiled. “Because as soon as we get back. I want the book of shadows that the three of you have created secretly.” “Can’t believe our book will be confiscated; just because we made a mistake,” June said. “Rest assured that it will be,” Northstar remained determined. “Deal,” Elizabeth said. “And good to know that you are human too.” Elizabeth, June, and Bonnie laughed loudly and Northstar smiled too.

"Nope. This smell is criminal." I yanked a gas mask from under my seat. Got it from the Warden of the Rotting Hosts after a Limburger run—dude said my face hurt his eyes and chucked it at me. Joke's on him. Thing slaps. I snatched the thermal box and hustled into the castle. At the far end of the hall lounged Grand Duke Nortune—looking like he'd stepped straight out of a perfume ad, all perfect posture and unbearable attitude.