Ranni Novels & Stories

The wounds, that was from yesterday. "Did you show this to your father?" "Yes" "Why haven't you healed yet?" "I'm on punishment. Father wants the wound marks on me since I failed him again. Again Raven has shamed me" Last night, he had been brought home with his shirt dripping so much blood. Raven had cut deep when writing on his back. Carly quickly told their father everything in a rush. Mr Tartal grabbed his shirt and ripped it apart observing the writings. It was in Latin. He knew Latin. He frowned and fell with his back

Andrew said, enthusiastic about the fight. "Good evening. Welcome to The Patio at Rudy's. My name is Raine, I will be your server this evening. Can I start you guys off with a drink and appetizers?" the young girl with black hair and beautiful tanned skin, full lips, and hourglass body features says, holding menus and handing the, out to us. "Yes, can I have a glass of Chardonnay?" Phoebe says. "I'll have a beer." uncle Fred orders.

She extends her claws a little more before reaching up, moving the blouse from her shoulder, exposing Malik’s mate mark. Rania takes a deep breath and then sinks her claws into the mark. She screams as she then fights the pain and slices her claws deep into her skin over Malik’s mate mark. Malik howls as Rania screams even more as she pulls her claws out of his mark and the mate bond connecting them snaps. Leaving her empty and exhausted.

Rhy panted, Otherwise shut up, I’m trying to concentrate. Sarmin nudged Rhy out the way, tagging in on the race and taking over Rhyland’s body. Exhilaration rushed through him and Neeri noted the change in scent. She barked viciously. Her muscles were hot. Saliva dripped from her mouth, foaming around her jowls. In a fit of primal predatorial desire Neeri leapt, sinking her teeth into the running Vermale's ass.

His left one had a nasty scar running from just above his eyebrow all the way to his jaw, but that never once took away from how fucking god like he was. There had been sightings of rogues along the eastern border, it came over the pack-link when I was working. I was only two days out of the dungeon for my latest drunken escapade when I was on patrol ‘Rogue sighting on eastern border, at least four’ I had been patrolling in my fur and was about five minutes away. ‘Am on the way’ I shouted through the link before taking off in the direction of the sighting.

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”

Elowen’s POV The cool, marble steps outside the training hall seemed to hum with residual tension, the very air thick with the aftershocks of violence. My feet, guided by an instinct I didn't fully understand, led me to him. I found Ranon crouched low, his powerful frame hunched, knuckles split and bleeding, bright crimson droplets staining the pristine white stone beneath him. His academy shirt, usually immaculate, was torn across the shoulder, revealing angry, bruised skin marred by fresh, cruel-looking claw marks. One of his intensely golden eyes was already swelling shut, a testament to the brutality of the exchange.

Lex Rainer moves quickly, shielding Kane with his body. The sword slices into the dark fabric of his shirt and leaves a large cut on his shoulder. He hisses from the pain and pushes Opal away with his other arm, nearly knocking her off her feet. Blood drips down from the sword, onto the carpet.

“I’m fine.” “No, you’re not,” she argued, her hands moved uncertainly over their wound. “Let me help.” “There’s no time,” they said sharply while glancing towards the forest. “They’re regrouping. We should move.” Olivia hesitated with concern towards them. “You’re bleeding…” “I said I’m fine!” the stranger raised their voice, harsher than intended. The anger in their voice startled her into silence, but the glimpse of guilt in their eyes softens the expression.

I use a cane to support myself now. The way he looks at me makes me uncomfortable. It's like he recognizes me. - You are an alpha? – he asks, frowning. - I was one, long time ago, now I'm just an old man. I see the turbines turning in Angel's head. I had to act fast. - What is your name?- he asks, and I sigh. I want to do this away from here, but he has already identified me. - My name is Jack. Angel gets up as if he had springs in the ass, and pointing his finger at me, he says: