Seattle Kraken Booktok Drama Novels & Stories

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

I could feel the job, my future, within my grasp. Then, the heavy doors behind me opened with the force of a gale. Every single person at the table stood up instantly, their chairs shrieking against the floor. Director Miller’s face went from impressed to ghost-white in a second. Mr. Drake…Mr. Crane!" Director Miller stumbled over his words, his voice high and nervous. "We... we didn't think you were coming. Welcome, sir." Drake Crane. I had heard of the name before. There were many Cranes in this city, a whole dynasty of wealth and influence, but his name was the loudest among them.

With everyone clinking glasses filled with sparkling cider and champagne, the wedding was amazing. It was a beautiful day. One full of new beginnings and quiet endings, of joy layered with unspoken goodbyes. And as the ocean creatures floated peacefully behind the glass, so too did the weight of old love sink gently beneath the surface, making space for something new to rise. This is the end of No More Regrets, Book One in the Redemption Series. Please check out my next book, Without Warning Book Two in the Redemption Series. This next story is the story about Knox, who went through a severe trauma in his past, and Sienna is a unlikely, curvy size 12 plus-sized plain Jane who manages togethe

His dark eyes were wide, looking down at me with an intensity that changed the nature of our lives forever. ​"The contract is dead, Sasha," Rhys whispered into the quiet space. "This is real." ​"This is real," I agreed, my hands still resting against the back of his neck. ​Before I could say anything else, the master server terminal on the desk illuminated, displaying an incoming administrative email from the league headquarters in New York: Emergency Physical Evaluation Schedule—Seattle Kraken Facility, 0800 Friday.

End of story. He nodded curtly at Bryony, who was still in suspended animation, glass diamonding her hair, frozen in the process of hitting the ground. Hitting the streets of Seattle, why? Oh, yes, because there was a bullet. A bullet ripping the air asunder as it looked for a place to land that wasn’t glass, wasn’t brick and stone, but was something warm, something that would give underneath its nose, something that would invite it in to ricochet around until it found soft veins to decimate and organs to puncture.

Each time I tried to focus on the book, I felt like a strange exhibit in a zoo. The clerkship door suddenly opened. The click of heels echoed against the floor. Dr. Helena Blackwood walked in, her beautiful face framed by a faint smile. Everyone automatically straightened in their seats. I quickly bowed my head, hoping she wouldn’t notice me. “Sienna Cole.” My heart skipped. Slowly, I turned. “Yes, Doctor?” She walked closer, stopping in front of me. Her smile remained, but her eyes were sharp, probing. “So you really are Luna Darkmane?”

Zayden Mercer The scent hits my nose the moment I step into the villa. The luxury holiday cottage which the school had prepared for our hockey teams as we competed with Worcester’s Polar Titans. I marched into the house. There in the central living room, Ronan Devereux was sprawled on a sofa, trousers and underwear pooled around his ankles, legs spread wide with his co*k visible for all to see. Between his thighs was a male omega, probably one of the offerings sent by teams hoping to poach him for the professional league next season.

“I’m saying it now. Goodnight, Yvonne.” “Alright…asshole.” She left my side and disappeared into the darkness of the club. I drank from my glass and kept watching the girls. Heath fell into the chair beside me moments later. “How’d it go?” “Hunter Reyes is lying about his profits.” “By how much?” “Half.” Heath shook his head. “That fucker is gonna die.” “Along with a few other people.” Heath stared at the girls before he glanced over his shoulder and looked into the darkness. “Who was that fine woman in the black dress?”

He sure didn't look pleased with how dismissive I treated his sister but he didn't complain, yet. Soraya had kept pushing conversations, though her eyes darted around like she was either expecting someone—or afraid they might pop out. Her brother, on the other hand, seemed determined to get on my nerves with his endless questions about Ariel. Four books I’d requested were already sitting on my desk, but one—titled "Chronicles of Gifted wolves" caught my attention first. I picked it up and started flipping through the pages just as Drake walked in, reeking of everything unholy.

I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling, and moved to the shelf to retrieve a book titled *Dark Realm*, written by one of Raven’s own—a wolf who had broken free from the darkness and reclaimed his purity. I admired the author’s courage, documenting a journey he had witnessed with his own eyes. The book began with King Ravengrim, the ruthless Lord of the Dark Realm, whose thirst for power was insatiable. Human souls were not enough for him; he craved dominion not only over the Dark Realm but also over Earth and Heaven. Ravengrim’s closest friend was Shawn, a lone wolf who despised packs and the old ways. Ravengrim had tempted Shawn with a promise of power—to make him stronger than any Al