Sam Wilson Mga Nobela at Kwento

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

My eyes darted to the source of the sound, and that’s when I saw him. Silas. He leaned casually against a tree, his arms crossed over his chest. His dark eyes glinted in the fading light, and there was a faint smirk on his lips, as if he found my panic amusing. “What are you doing out here?” I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended. “Could ask you the same thing,” he replied, pushing off the tree and taking a step closer. The way he moved—so confident, so predatory—made my breath catch in my throat.

I was wearing my best black skinny jeans, a white, short-sleeved crop top and white sneakers so a pretty basic outfit. I turned around, seeing his silhouette walking through the darkness. I waited for him to move a little more into the light before saying anything, "Good morning." He looked surprised at first but he shook it off, "Good morning." he replied as he walked around the kitchen Island to the fridge.

Only one person addresses him that way and even if he was on his deathbed and he heard this voice, he would still recognize it. A huge frown suddenly settled on Damien 's face and he sharply turned around. There he was, the big and confident Williams, who had his hands crossed against his chest and a huge and disgusting smirk plastered on his face. "What do you want, Williams?" Immediately Damien said that, Williams suddenly bursted into a malicious laughter. Alex and Tobias quickly exchanged a look and they looked back at the dramatic Williams, who was busy putting on a show right before them. Damien walked towards him and he stopped just when he was a few feet away from him. Williams did t

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

I froze. A man stood by the edge of the trees, lighting a cigarette with steady hands. Smoke curled around him like a crown of shadows. He looked like sin in a suit, dark, dangerous, and maddeningly composed. His eyes didn’t flinch, didn’t waver. He didn’t even seem to care that I was on the verge of collapsing, yelling, or trying to escape. He was watching me like I was a mildly interesting movie he didn’t pay to see. He was watching like he was actually enjoying it!

He paused for a minute then sighed. “Dillion was going through the files we brought from Mendoza’s compound and found out who his dealer is.” I waited for him to tell me. “Well, who the fuck is it?” He took a deep breath. “It is Joseph King, the leader of the Suicide Kings.” I inhaled deeply and then let it out slowly. The Suicide Kings were the only gang in New York that was bigger than ours. Joseph King was a badass and I realized that I may have just made a deal with the devil.

"I need you to distract Darius tonight so I can ask him." I watch through the crack in the toilet door as Selena Wilkins fluffs her horrible hair and makes her stupid lips look gross and sticky with her lip gloss. What sort of thirteen year old needs lip gloss? And high heels, they're totally impractical for anything, we live on the Moors for Goddess' sake! Not that I'm being petty or anything because for the last few minutes she's been talking about how hot Coal is and how she is going to make him her boyfriend.

I still hold all the alpha meetings here like my father did. Walking over to the shower, I cut it on while waiting for the water to warm up before stepping in. I chose my beta when I was 17, which is my best friend Creed. My gamma is his brother Ryan, I don’t have a delta yet, I’m not sure I will. Creed does an amazing job, he is also my strongest warrior. He trains the males in the pack while his mother Subrina trains the female wolves. My gamma does all my running when I’m either too busy to or I just don’t want to. Otherwise they both help with every decision I make. Now, I know I said I was alone in all this, even though I do have them I still feel alone. Stepping into the shower washing

Sheriff Black lay at my feet, his body covered in blood. With a heavy heart, I covered my mouth to muffle the scream that threatened to escape as I once again found myself on the cold ground. My hands shook as I crawled toward his lifeless body, desperately trying to wake him with a gentle shake. But as I searched for a pulse, my heart sank with the realization that he was truly gone. His eyes remained open, as though he was caught off guard, yet they stared into nothingness. With tears streaming down my face, I tenderly closed them and clung to his still form, allowing myself to cry softly.