Seattle Kraken Booktok Drama Novels & Stories

Noah leaned back into my chest, his fingers digging into my forearm, his head tilting back against my jawline. “We play Game 2 tonight,” Noah murmured, his voice steady despite the tension in the room. “We don’t let him intimidate the roster.” “We play,” I growled softly into his hair, my hand tightening over his hip. “And we tear his empire down on the ice.” The words settled between us like a promise. We both knew the next game would be about more than points. *** A sharp red chime rang from Agent Carter’s tablet. The screen flickered twice, replacing the street map with a flashing red alert box from the Boston Police Department dispatch grid.

An excellent one to be precise and that was what had kept him employed. In the seat beside him was a woman. She had long, blonde hair that when allowed to move with gravity, neared her waist. She was dressed in a silvery gown and looked like a queen. What she lacked though, was a crown on her head and three dozen guards watching her every step. She was Sarah, Harold's stepmother. In the seats behind the driver and Sarah was Harold and someone who was bound to make his next two years in Golden Lake University more miserable; Maximus (or Max for short).

That's not happening! Drake came up with a solution where both he and Talia can do their tasks and be together, and that's how Talia found herself sitting on the sofa in Drake's office with Travis's book in her hands. She finally got a chance to read the book, but her brain had difficulty accepting medical information when Drake was right there, behind the executive desk, looking all serious and handsome while working. Breathtaking.

She could be with her family right now and I didn't want to interrupt too much. DRAKE: missing you like crazy. How's Seattle? As I leaned back, I plopped my feet up on the coffee table and waited for her reply. But the longer I waited, the more bored I became. Then my phone dinged. Thank fuck. LYNN: Seattle is boring without you. I might miss you more. What are you doing? DRAKE: sitting here completely bored out of my mind. Lane is MIA with a woman. Who knew a head injury couldn't keep him down? Lol. What are you doing?

She knew I never wanted to be Alpha and was quite happy being the pack doctor, maybe she was trying to plan ahead but everything went wrong when Kiwi killed our father. It saddened me to think she had kept Kiwi a secret for so long. Not just her but father too. If mother knew she existed, did father? He had worked so hard on trying to teach me how to be an Alpha. Alexander and Kayla’s arguing break my thoughts, they had moved back down the corridor again and all I could hear was Kayla shrieking about how they were mated by the Moon Goddess and how he should love her. Rolling my eyes, I make a point of slamming the door shut, I wanted to read more of the book. Flipping the page to the one Kay

Vivian POV The streetlights flicker as I hurry home, Tyler Grayson’s words clawing at my mind like a song I can’t unhear. “You’re not what you think you are.” What does that even mean? My sneakers slap the pavement, the rhythm too fast, too frantic, matching the hum buzzing under my skin. It hasn’t stopped since I left the field, that strange, electric pulse that feels alive, like it’s trying to break free. I’m Vivian Harper, the girl who fades into the background at Westbridge High, not someone with secrets worth cryptic warnings. But as the sky darkens, the air heavy with the scent of rain and something wilder, I’m not so sure.

He pored over his bookcase, taking out a first edition of Shakespeare’s Macbeth and inserting it into his bag. Phoenicia suddenly crossed the room, reaching him with lightning speed, grabbed his wrist, and snatched the book from his hand. She slammed it down on the tabletop, and scowled at him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she hissed. Now he was annoyed. He frowned back. “What business of it is yours?”

They touched the liquid silver brain, and for a moment, the entire world went white. Rhea didn't see the lab or the trench. She saw the "Mind" of the Kraken—a vast, cold desert of data that had been waiting for a single drop of rain. She gave it the rain. She gave it the memory of her first shift, the heat of Elias’s touch, the taste of freedom. The Kraken’s shriek softened into a hum. The purple light faded into a warm, rhythmic amber. The Sentinel-Drones in the water outside stopped their hunt and drifted toward the seafloor, their red sensors turning a peaceful, steady gold.

There was no way the Kraken could survive this. “It is over now, Kraken. Any last words?” The Kraken contemplated for a moment. What would be wise to say in this situation? “See you in hell.” The Kraken said with a chuckle. Then, a gigantic blast was fired and displaced a large volume of the ocean, creating a visible momentary crater on the surface. Such an explosion would later cause the destruction of multiple cities in the Whale Clan territory. As for me, I could only silently weep in my cave. I promised to not interfere, as that was the best outcome, or so Kraken said.

He was dancing in a play he didn’t write, on a stage he didn’t build. And Krystal was the playwright. Far away from Darren’s panic, high above the city in her penthouse of glass and gold, Krystal Hunter watched the chaos unfold. Her tablet glowed with stock tickers plunging, red lines across Raven’s empire. Her phone buzzed with updates from Tomas: the assassin had been dispatched, Raven’s father was furious, Darren was already running. She leaned back into her massive couch, silk robe pooling around her legs, a glass of wine in hand. Her lips curled.