Otis Firefly Novels & Stories

Seeing the fear in his eyes, the absolute terror of knowing he’s about to take his last breath… my beast thrives on it far too much. Otis spits and tries to speak, but it comes out as gibberish. My beast moves several steps so he can reach the bottom with his feet. He opens his mouth and roars once more, as a quick burst of flame hits Otis right in the face. He shrieks, and I plead with my beast to relax his grip. I hate that I care, but I’m desperate for him to say something about Harlow. How he failed her.

Celeste’s reaction was measured but unmistakable. She sat behind her broad desk in the early morning light, the heavy curtains only half drawn, allowing a pale wash of winter sun to seep into the room. The flash drive Evelyn had delivered was connected to her private terminal, its small metallic shape out of place against the polished surface. On the screen before her, lines of data scrolled by in silent testimony, each figure and account number layering into something far greater than simple financial movements.

I watched the burning Jeep flew up together with Otis’ men as another explosion blasted, making the fire in full blaze. I squinted and shielded my eyes to the thick and fiery flame rolled up in the air. The smell of burning flesh and metal was taunting and gagging. That was Frost’s amazing handiwork. I couldn’t say I was happy that they got what they deserve right now and they had gone way too fucking far. If they didn’t listen to Otis they could probably be alive until now, but they chose to be controlled by that asshole. It took a moment to let reality hit me hard. I pulled the knife from my boot and quickly cut the zip tie on my wrists while Otis was still staring at his burned men. I did

she whispered, but the wolf simply opened one insulted blue eye and let out a sigh that sent the snow in front of his mouth flying wildly around them. “I wish I had your faith,” she whispered. “Do you think he will come tonight? I can feel him drawing nearer, but the cold is deeper now. It almost reached my bones. I fear it will soon be too late.” The wolf opened both blue eyes this time and whined. “Do not worry, I will use what last strength I have to return your mate to you. Perhaps Milo and I will not live to keep you in this plane, but that does not mean you can’t be together.”

He was so smart on top of that, it made it really easy to babysit him, Evan had already learnt a few words which he frequently used to convey things like, sippy for water, yes and no, yum for food, etc, otherwise it was just random babbling. Whenever Lucas would be too busy to give him attention, he would put on rhymes for him on the television or on the phone and Evan would obediently watch that, until the older would come and play with him. Evy, as Lucas had started to fondly call him, loved his sketchbook and colours with all his heart and soul, the only time Lucas had ever seen him cry hysterically, was when he had accidently spilled water on the book with his sipper, and all his colourf

I quickly approached them. Jasper looked very worried, so I performed first aid. I loosened Otis' tie and undid the top two buttons of his shirt. After unbuttoning his jacket, I patted his cheek. "Otis, wake up. Take a deep breath. Don't let me face them alone." I coaxed him. "Take a deep breath, Otis. It’s Camari. Are you listening to me?" At first, there was no reaction, but I didn't stop calling his name. Seeing Otis' forehead start to wrinkle, I breathed a sigh of relief. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

He looked through me like I was a misfired weapon. “You’re not wolf,” he said. “You shouldn’t exist.” Everything in me went silent. Then — boom. Fire. My chest pulsed. Heat flooded my veins. The engine block beside me hissed loudly. Flames erupted from the hood, roaring upward. Travis screamed and lunged for the extinguisher. I stood still. Hands trembling. Eyes glowing in the reflection of the fire. Kael didn’t move. Didn’t even flinch. He just turned his head to his scout and said, “Told you. She’s unstable.”

Raverine cussed. “It’s heartbreaking, indeed.” A deep voice came echoing behind the door. The door swung open, creaking slowly as he made his appearance clear. “Well, she was burned, as the Fotia tradition says, and by the order of the Elders. Her body has become an ash, spread out to the desert, perhaps.” “Skoteinó,” Raverine called. “Agustine!” The guy named Skoteinó grinned at Raverine and shook his head. “Man, what a great taunt you made there at the vape shop.”

My newly awakened wolf insisted he was the most suitable person to help me through my mating season. Tucker bent down and asked, "Addison, do you need me to call a doctor?" His words held a soothing power, momentarily silencing the whirlwind of confusion in my mind. But almost immediately, an even stronger wave of desire swept over me. I knew I couldn't hold on much longer; my werewolf ears and tail were on the verge of appearing. "…No, just take me home quickly," I blurted out.