Northern Grand Duke Hamster Novel Novels & Stories

"And you are the latest attraction." "I'm sure you are familiar with the Rodeos your kind have created to use and abuse helpless little no-furs as your sex objects. It's sort of like that." The cruel Hare in the uniform patted Guru's head and then pulled hard on his fur. "Shall we start the bidding?" "Gentlehares." The Hare started to address an audience Guru couldn't see. "This is a treat. What we have here is not only a rare Northern Forest Blonde-fur but the world-renowned Guru."

I sat down on the chair I found next to it, and turned the first page with my shaking hands. The Grand Duke wrote a lot about the witches he killed. The descriptions were vivid, some of them a little too vivid, they made me feel sick… Suddenly, I found the part where he wrote how he met Immara. My heart jumped for joy reading how he was slowly falling in love with her. My eyes filled with tears, I could almost feel his emotions, their emotions…

Lily didn't understand why the two of them were laughing, but feeling like she was being tricked, she turned around angrily and walked forward. Elias called out, "I'm not fooling you. Actually, it's not the yellow flowers, but in this forest, there are some insects that specialize in eating raw meat. It's hidden under big flowers, not tiny flowers like that." Elias laughed again, and Venn laughed with his master's cheerfulness. Amity watched the prince's figure from afar. It's really been a long time since the prince had such a happy moment. The grip of the throne, the hostility of Prince Douglas, made the prince's heart harden, gradually forgetting this simple and ordinary joy.

someone shouted from the camp. "Stay here!" mother said, and I obeyed. A woman came through the door. Her hair was white, too, but she was a bit older with a few lines on her face. White hair was a genetic trait in the family. Instantly, I remembered that our pack, The Skyefrost Pack, had Viking heritage. Hence, the fair skin, blonde and white hair, and white fur. We were Arctic Wolves. "Grandma," I said aloud. "Ssshhh," Daphne said, still holding my hand.

He was looking at the shadows behind the Great Hall. "They’re coming for you now," Damon whispered, a look of genuine terror crossing his face for the first time. "I did my part. I kept you in the cage. Now, the masters are here to collect the debt." The ground began to shake, but it wasn't an earthquake. It was a rhythmic thumping, like a massive heart beating deep inside the mountains. The air turned a sickly, bruised color—not purple, not black, but the color of rotting meat. The Northern wolves began to howl in a way I had never heard—a sound of pure, instinctive dread. They weren't howling at the moon; they were howling at the dark.

Julian followed with no questions asked. The murderous aura was still there but the hamster’s steps were so light. It meant, whatever he was doing was a success. They proceeded to get out of the estate. His unanswered question was wordlessly answered. Tap! A few bodies landed in front of him and slightly bowed their heads to the lord hamster. Julian was extremely impressed. The hamster was sly and intelligent. He wasn’t surprised if the hamster worked with several people but he was shocked to see the respect shown by the people that were taller than them.

Two things caught her attention as soon as she hit the last step: One, Nick was standing there in front of her with a huge grin on his face, two: a heavy force knocked her to the ground, accompanied by something warm laying on top of her. “Thor!!!” Madchen squealed in excited happiness as her gargantuan Mastiff stood over her, licking her face. “I thought you were dead!” “He’s fine,” she heard NIck say. “The bullet only grazed him. We think his big ass fainted.” he smirked. Mastiffs were supposed to be strong, but in reality, Thor was just a big baby. Nick bent down, shooing Thor off Madchen, then helped her up. Madchen grabbed him in a bear hug, crying in happiness.She could see no signs of

"How dare you judge my food before tasting it? It's delicious. It's my grandmother's recipe too." I wasn't convinced but I was ready to try it and see for myself. While I went upstairs to take a bath and change my clothes, mom went back to cooking. The heater was on so the water was piping hot, thawing at my frozen fingers and numb bones. In the mirror on the bathroom wall, I noticed the redness on the tip of my nose and my ears. I'm not used to cold harsh weather but I suppose I can adapt to it the longer I stay. I checked my phone after my bath to make sure Camille hadn't tried to call or message me. She hadn't. But Tim and Harry texted the latest juicy gossip in San Frease.

I moved away from the balcony and went back to my room where the voice came from. Inside the bedroom, Graham’s Granpa was standing in his night robe. He was clutching a bowl with two hands. “A snack!” He shoved it to my face. I instantly withdrew. The plate stank. “What’s that?” I asked. “Your favorite. Caviar.” Great! How many more odd favorites does Grayham have? The old man dropped the bowl on the table. I wanted him to leave right away so I could get rid of the bowl. “How did the meeting with Lilly go?”

There was only bookcase after bookcase filled to the point of overflowing with books, rolled pieces of parchment, and files. "I'm not the one who just got over being poisoned. I'm perfectly fine standing, princess." I just sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to give this one up, and sat down in the chair. Nova instantly hopped off my shoulders and took a piece of meat for herself. She knew I didn't mind. Honestly, I was so used to maybe eating once a day that coming here was the most food I've ever even seen in a day, let alone could actually eat myself.