Purrfect Apawcalypse Olive Novels & Stories

Turning over in Miss Sophie's direction, Jerry was standing in front of her, rubbing his palms together anxiously. "How many times do I have to say this? Not this type of mushroom! The only ones that Alpha enjoys are those that are rectangular and creamy white." Jerry claimed, lowering his head pitifully, "But I can't tell the difference between them." I decided to assist Jerry in sorting out the problem. "I'll help. I can tell the difference between them." I butted in calmly as Miss Sophie stared at me. Miss Sophie's stare left Jerry's face and darted to mine. "Are you sure?" She asked.

It was safe to say that this shit heep was not on their website under their list of acquired properties! "He looks like he has escaped from Willy Wonka's chocolate factory!" Wrath continued, disgusted by the male's orange-tan, bright purple vest covered in sparkles and yellow neon shorts, neither hiding his pot belly. Ignoring my wolf's dislike, I narrowed my eyes on Aurora, who was currently waiting for me to answer her and acknowledge her little speech while glaring at me like I had just run over her puppy. And given the way Ollie was looking at her, I still might!

Kyle mumbled and hugged Kate's neck tightly. After giving her son a kiss on the forehead, Kate set him down. Kyle laughed and leaned over to give Kate a cheek kiss. His eyes were as wide and gleaming as a priceless black pearl from the depths of the ocean when illuminated by the sun. Kyle is the cute one. His pupils are a deep brown, and his eyes are huge and bright. His auburn hair is as soft as silk. His overall appearance is the icing on the cake for his skin tone being perfectly neutral.

Why was I even born? Why do they all despise me? Why does being near me make the Luna tremble? If I had a wolf—if I had any power at all—I’d say: “Oh my, imagine being me—a mere Omega—and making the Luna shake in fear.” The thought made me snort out a laugh before I could stop myself. Luna Ashley, the human-sized can of spray tan, with her bottle-blonde hair brushing her ass, lashes thick enough to fan a wildfire, and an orange glow that made her look like a dehydrated carrot dipped in glitter.

She's my daughter, and I'll love her just as much as I love you. … Time passed, and Raven had inherited my bloodline, looking every bit like a little serpent. She grew steadily, thriving each day. Touching her chubby cheeks always filled me with contentment. That day was surprisingly pleasant, so we brought Raven outside to soak up some sunshine in the snowy landscape. Suddenly, one of our people burst in with urgent news. "My lord! Amazing news! The northern forest that's been frozen solid for years is finally melting!" Rowan was ecstatic and dragged me along to witness it. The endless frozen wasteland was thawing.

Grey looked at the sugar maple, at the rifle he couldn’t see, at the woman who had taught him how to build dreams and how to burn them. Then he looked at Lisa—eyes bright with fury, chin lifted like a parapet. He took the notebook from her hand, ripped it down the spine. Pages tore like old bandages. He dropped the pieces, pulled a lighter from his pocket, burned the bundle on the wet gravel until only smudges of charcoal remained. Wind carried the ash across the yard like grey snow. He turned to the SUV, raised both middle fingers, shouted: “Not for sale.” Engine roared, but instead of charging the vehicle reversed, tyres spitting stones, disappearing around the bend.

One can never take a chance with olympians. Some could be as docile as sea urchins. Others could be as belligerent as minotaurs. Their triggers are varied, their power, if at all used, is so strong there will be no coming alive.. So, the best way to take down an olympian is by a sneak one kill attack. Yanlong carefully mapped her way through the ceiling. The clothing pads she kept in her gloves and at her knees have become extremely useful. As she took one step after another carefully into the cacti's domain, she extended the chaotic space bead to retrieve the spines shot by the cactus.

Watching the bloody scene outside the window, my parents turned away and closed their eyes, unable to bear the sight any longer. I stared intently until Chris and Erin breathed their last, and my pent-up anger finally dissipated. [Ding! Revenge achieved. Your inner conflict is resolved, and your mental strength has been greatly enhanced!] [Rage points +2,000! Special rewards: 3 beginner superhuman ability awakening potions.] Looking at the three blue potions that had appeared in my palm, I smiled. With these, my parents could also awaken their abilities, and we would truly have the power to protect ourselves in the apocalypse.

She stretched, wriggling in their grip; they just tightened their fingers, pressing hard enough to leave bruises, and smirked at her. “Attach her to the altar,” said Apollo, the command ringing in his voice. Peverton moved to stand beside it. His eagerness shone in his hazel eyes, making them widen in excitement as his sacrifice was tethered to the flat stone. His ginger hair crackled, flame-like, about his head; his robes, purple today, rustled about his calves, in that ever-present, unreal wind that seemed to follow him wherever he went.

“You sure showed him. There are another 5 more that come in and check on us over the day. Two out of the five are okay. They don't touch us, but the other three take every chance they get to have some fun with at least one of us each time they pass. Another one is due any minute. Except the one that is coming picks on Olive and he is rather rough. She always has bruises from his hands by the time he is finished with her. She has had 5 previous pups to him but has also had 2 miscarriages because of him.” “I can’t wait to meet him…” I smirk. I smirk, and she smiles. We then make our way back into the shed together. She speaks softly to the females as I undo their bindings. Just as I get to the