Ross Geller Novels & Stories

But the anxiety was boiling and rising in me and I could no longer contain myself. “Ok, now please, can one of you tell me what I just witnessed last night and the night before? And don’t spare me because it’s not the case!” “Fair enough. You have the questions, we have the answers. We start from the beginning. Let me introduce myself. I am Sebastian Gallagher, Alpha of the Kielder Pack. This is my mother, Dorothea Gallagher, also a werewolf and this gentleman here is the noblest face since 1882, the original vampire Erick Von Hagen,”

Well, she looks eighteen. “I see…” I say nodding. “Who are your mates?” I ask, curious . “My mate is Caleb, the head trainer of the underaged wolves” Anastasia replies eagerly. Caleb, I know him. He’d have to excuse me for what I’m about to do to his mate. “And you, Giselle?” “Joshua, he works at the pack hospital with Doctor Karl” “Is he a doctor?” “Not yet, Alpha, he’s still a med school student.”

That made more sense. My heart rate skyrocketed as I pulled out the syllabus I had printed that morning but not even glanced at yet. I’d planned to read through it this morning but instead ended up immersed in my novel. There it was, in great big letters: Professor Kelton Gileston. That had to be a coincidence. Right? Just some other werewolf who happens to share a name. Because there was no way the infamous rogue killer, Alpha Kelton Gileston, was actually my teacher. Or my mate?

The drive into Palermo was short and the streets near the harbor were greasy with fish water and oil, and I found the target, a fat manager named Geller who had spent the last five years taking cuts from both families, walking out of a back-door tavern near the docks. I didn't give him a chance to call his driver and I jammed the barrel of my gun into his ribs and shoved him through the wooden door of an abandoned meat locker that belonged to one of Salvatore's loyal cousins, and the cold inside the room was sharp and smelled of old fat and rust. "You have the wrong person because I am just a commercial agent and I don't have anything to do with the harbor distribution or the boats," Geller

He paused. “Dr. Dimitri Kove appeared in the medical world roughly three years after her death.A genius surgeon specializing in wolf physiology.”Russell’s jaw tightened.“And you didn’t tell me.”“I had no proof,” Xavier replied smoothly. “And honestly watching you unravel was… educational.” The Alpha’s power surged through the room like a rising storm.“Careful,”Russell said quietly.Xavier’s smile faded slightly.“Relax.She’s here now.”Russell looked back toward the window.“Yes.”His heir was here.And nothing would separate them again.Across the estate Giovanni sat at the small desk inside the guest suite she had been given.

Its rose symbol glowed softly in her palm. The core pulsed violently. A holographic figure materialized in front of her, a younger woman, beautiful and cold, eerily familiar. Not Evelyn. Not her mother. One of the founders. The first architect. The woman’s voice was smooth as glass. “Subject G01 identified.” Scarlett’s heart slammed against her ribs. The hologram smiled. “Welcome home.” No. She slammed the pendant into the slot. The lab screamed. Light detonated. Every screen shattered into blinding white static.

I am saying so because, its all grinding and twerking on the dance floor. They did not play American songs just pure Nigerian and the dance floor was all gaga with different dance moves, almost like a party. As I ended my dancing and intended to grab a drink, I felt a presence behind me. I looked back and I was met with green eyes.. Really shocking because, Nigerians are not known for having green eyes and till the person stepped closer to me, I noticed he looked like a White Man of maybe 22 or 23 Years. “I am Giovanni Russo, Selena Jerome. Right?” He asked, stretching his hand for a handshake.

“I left them but I had no idea where to go. I was moving to another city to find out more about my birth when I met a guy. I was on road and stopped by a café for some food. A guy came over to me and told me that he knew what I am. He said that he could help me find out more. I-I didn’t trust him but something was better than nothing and I literally had no other way of finding out more about the werewolves.” Before he could continue, Azraiel stops him and asks the question. “What was the name of the guy you met in the café?” Caleb scrunches his brows and gives the name that connects him to Charlotte. “Richard. His name was Richard.”

-Gree added. "Why don't you guys introduce yourselves first?" -Nat countered. Phill and Gree exchanged quick glances and turned to see Chronos. "He is Phillips and I'm Grace, as you can see, we are not simply human beings" -Gree explained proudly. "I'm a brilliant and beautiful scientist with a gifted mind and this dude over here works for me, he is resistant enough to test my experiments and prototypes" -She added with crushing self-esteem. Phill cringed out and sighed. "Not even losing your current home will change your excessive amount of self-confidence, huh?" -He said while staring at Gree.

Storming into theirs I kneel down out of breath “ Oh goodness are you alright dear?” grams says running over to me “ yeah I’m fine I just had to walk back here because my car wouldn’t start.” “ I wonder if you were a target.” she mumbled “ what?” “ Nothing dear, go to the kitchen and I’ll make some tea.” I do as she says, watching her make tea I couldn’t help but ask “ Have you heard of this ‘king’ rogue who’s built himself a pack back in the US?”