Porco Novels & Stories

This Mysterious figure tapped the feet of the Daemon boar and whispered, “ Horc, These are the commands your master has given to you, once you are done, you shall be free ” A red rune circle appeared on the forehead of the Horc. Horc is the name given to all Daemon boar specie. It is said that these Horcs are the weakest of the Daemon kind but with a little boost, they can surpass even a C-class five-star mage or swordsman. For someone like Amaria -who isn't a mage like Teresa and Dove nor a mana using swordsman like Elex - she wouldn't stand a chance with a Horc, boost or no boost.

Sophie pushed the hood from her head; she looked like she hadn’t been getting enough sleep. The under of her eyes were really black and heavy, her hair was rough but probably because she didn’t brush it. It kept getting to her face and she had to brush it off repeatedly “And what’s the trouble you can give? Team up with the witch that’s trying to kill your friends or probably turn us all into stone” Henry added “Turn us all into stone?” Joan arched a brow “Is she….” “Yeah she’s supernatural too, but she’s not wolf she’s a gorgon” Roman explained and Joan turned sharply to look at her again

I asked her. “Um…” She rubbed her temples. "I feel like I want to puke.” “Come out.” Rushing into the house Winnie barged into the bathroom before throwing up harder. She gasped, gripped her chest, and threw again. I stepped inside holding her hair gently, stroking her back. “Are you okay?” She nodded her head, panting. “Water.” I quickly poured her a glass of water and handed it to her. She drank, breathing deeply. “I’m not used to hard liquor.” She smiled nervously. “My head throbs like it could burst open at any time.”

Queen complained angrily. "Calm down, don't get too agitated, Queen," Black Axe said to her. Queen sighed, "I'm sorry, it's just..." "Listen to me, there's a man called Anthony Baltimore, he's based in Panama." "Anthony Baltimore.....Baltimore, why does that name sound familiar?" Queen wondered. "Because that's your real name, your family name." "Baltimore is my family name, and I didn't know. I've been bearing Queen Andre Scorpion all my life."

My brothers have left for a while to check on Angel and get a little rest and to not overwhelm the Alphas while they digest this loss. The two new Alphas sit down on the sofa and Alpha Jeremy sits in an armchair and then Leo and I sit on the two-seater seat opposite them. Alpha Demitri doesn’t look up. Leo looks like he wants to ask but at the same time doesn’t want to know the answer. “It is a young woman from the Blue Ridge pack. Her name is Greta Polanski. She was a tailoress. Not married and no children.” Alpha Jeremy tells us “Thank the goddess for small mercies” says Alpha Demetri. He looks like he’s holding back tears.

“I think that it would suit him well. A strong name, and it would be one that carries his strength as a leader.” Marcel looked at me. “Leonardo,” he repeated. “Strong,” I whispered. “But thoughtful. A leader who listens before he commands.” Marcel’s jaw tightened slightly, but not in anger. In understanding. “Leonardo,” he agreed, his voice low. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to our son’s forehead. “Leonardo,” he repeated again, like sealing it. “Welcome to the world, little wolf.” Then Aria handed him the second bundle.

Lance groaned, throwing an arm over his face. “Don’t be that way, boy,” Porto said cheerfully. “We came to cheer you up.” “I didn’t,” Marcus added calmly from behind him. Porto ignored him. “We saw you the other day shaking hands with Marcus Zorin,” he continued. Lance lowered his arm slightly and nodded. “Yeah.” Marcus scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “He’s scary,” he said simply. “And we have the same name.” Lance blinked. Then he thought about it.

Marcos Pov Marcos was still fuming with anger from the events two days ago. For once in the last fifty years he decided to hunt instead of using feeders. He had it all planned out. Perfect isolated spot, beautiful girl, it should have been easy as breathing. That was until that stupid girl interrupted. If it’s one thing vampires hate its being interrupted during a feeding. To add insult to injury when he went to drain her life she bit him! The audacity! The rage inside him began to boil up again and he slammed his fist against the oak wood desk effectively splitting it in half. Great now the desk needs to be replaced.

He then tossed the ball to Scott, the captain, who went on to perform a home run. "He is good!" Marcus said. "I thought you hated football," Carmen turned to her brother. "Oh, don't get me wrong. I love soccer more than American football." Carmen shook her head, turning back to the court. The Pixies were performing a dance to Nicki Minaj's Hey Mama, with none other than Queen B being among one of the lead cheerleaders. Cassie turned to them then to Natasha, who slightly shook her head with a smile. "Still not joining them," she said just as the try out ended after which she watched Lucas take off his helmet and got a few slaps on his back and thumbs ups from the players.

“So, what is he?” Georgia’s voice jolted her from her musings as she stared into the fire and her eyes snapped to hers with a raised brow. Her mug of hot chocolate abandoned on the coffee table still half full. Georgia was full of questions and curiosity but had kept it reserved for her sake as she listened to her story. “The boy?” She questioned further. “Isn’t it obvious?” Adelaide questioned her back with a frown. “He’s a High Alpha.”