Ross Geller Novels & Stories

Honestly, I just wanted to die, and I begged the Divine Goddess to take me. A noise made me look across the river, and I saw a big brown wolf with red eyes who was looking at me. “Rogue” – Snow tells me. He shifted, and a man with a big beard and light green eyes appeared in front of me. He had an overly muscular body as if he had spent the day working out, and his unpleasant smell assaulted my nostrils. - Hello, little pup. Why are you crying? - he asks me with irony in his voice - What does a rogue do within the borders of the Lycan Moon Pack? - I asked, trying to show authority.

“Her practice of Eastern medicine complements global health progress. She has our full endorsement and protection.” Even the underworld acknowledged her. Grimm, the enigmatic figure whose influence spanned continents, issued a rare public statement of allegiance. “Arla-Rosa Hernandez is untouchable. Any harm against her is against me. Consider this a warning.” Few knew Grimm’s true identity...Cedric Fleming, but the message resonated like thunder.

All of them ready an attack. Even the rogues, those who had rogued against all the odds, those who had once tried to tear our borders apart, stood wide-eyed, scenting the air as if they smelled death itself waking. Because they did. Valerie stood at my side, her wolf rising high and sharp beneath her skin, golden energy flickering at her fingertips. She was glowing, not with light, but with something older, something I still didn’t understand, something that I knew that she didn’t understand. Something Lisa had felt long before we did.

The concrete walls lay in ruins around me, chunks of stone scattered like broken teeth across the floor. My Ghost Wolf power surged through every nerve, every muscle, lighting me up from the inside out. The familiar silver glow painted everything in ethereal light, and my eyes—I could feel them burning white-hot as I stared down at Kelly. She looked so small now, cowering against the far wall with her clipboard clutched to her chest like a shield.

Asher paced the length of his room, his thoughts consumed by the girl from the previous night. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake her from his mind. The memory of her scent, the brief glimpse of her blonde hair and green eyes—it all gnawed at him, demanding his attention. He needed answers. Without hesitation, he made his way to find his beta, Carlisle. He found him in the training grounds, overseeing a group of young wolves sparring. Carlisle was a tall and broad-shouldered wolf with dark hair and sharp features.

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

“I eventually was out of options so I went to someone I thought could help me. I went to Michael Scott. He was responsible for Carter’s death, but he also had a good reason for it. The night Carter died one of Mike’s men had let me go, so I felt they might be able to help. Mike called Jensen to come from New York to help. Jensen was the one that let me go that night, but at first, he hated me because Carter was responsible for his fiance’s death.” I watched Cornelius and Felix taking everything in. “So who is this man that is after you and why?” Cornelius asked. I nodded and continued my story. “I found out that the man that is after me is Joseph King. Apparently, he is a very big gangster i

He gives me one of his crooked smiles, “Don’t worry bestie. It’ll be fine.” The elevator doors open and we walk into the lobby and Sasha is standing behind the desk. She smiles at us as we head down a hallway I haven’t been down yet. Odis stops at a door and we follow him in. I see Gamma Olivia sitting down at the end of the table. I look back at Gabe but he’s stopped walking. When I look back to Gamma Olivia her grey eyes have turned to a glowing yellow. She lets out a low growl, “MATE.”

responded Wallace in anger, conveying his frustration at the elusive target. "What happened?" inquired Thalia, displaying a genuine interest in the details. "We can't look for a face we don't know. Maybe she passed by me, and I smiled at her," Wallace insinuated, unraveling the complexity of their pursuit. "We need a face, Thalia. A face." "Listen, Detective," Thalia stood up, her posture exuding a sense of command. "I have never met Gabriella before. I told you everything I know about that woman. Because of me, you managed to capture tons of her cocaine."

“Alpha sir we just wanted to give Kellina a chance to talk and it’s helped.” I suddenly to my side felt the slightest touch and I realized Gorm was able to reach out far enough to touch my hand. I looked shocked and become frightened as I turned towards him taking in his dark green hazel eyes. “I hope you can come back to visit me my little wolf, Kellina.” Gross, he used the words my. I was going to scream out at him in fury but it was too late.