Seattle Kraken Booktok Novels & Stories

This time, we were led in through the front entrance. The B-class alpha leading the thugs led us to a room on the side. One of the old offices I had passed initially when I entered through the back door. But unlike others, this was locked and the interior looked clean and arranged. He pulled out a thick notebook and swiped to a page, where Kael's name was boldly written. He pointed at a QR code on the table. “Go ahead.” A sigh spilled from my lips and I gritted my teeth, giving off gnashing sounds. Eighty thousand dollars. That was enough to rent an apartment in a decent student lodge and still have balance for tuition and transport.

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.

Berserkers are obsessed with wood, and Viki also has a deep love for books. ‘Smut books with monsters and aliens,’ Raven groans, remembering the book Viki gave me two days ago. ’Reading about Krakens mating with a human male was—’ Raven interrupts me before I can finish. ‘Traumatic, that’s what it was.’ I snort before going to look inside the closet for a new set of sheets and a blanket. While there, I make a mental note of things Red might need once she can leave the clinic—from clothes to towels and other things females need.

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.

“The girl—Lyra—she’s Ethan’s mate.” A heavy silence fell in their mist. “And who is this Ethan you speak of?” One of the figures asked. “Kraken’s son,” Declan replied. “The late alpha Kraken of Crimson pack.” “What?!” The tallest in one of the two figures snapped. “Another stumbling block?!” They turned to Kian. “Did you know about this?” Kian’s face paled. “Uhmm… I can explain…” *** Linda and Chloe The car halted outside a worn out cottage. Chloe scrunched her nose.

I am trying not to return to the apartment and find them together. “Do we know how Mathius’s meeting went yesterday?” Emmy asks. “From what Dylan told me, it went well. I guess the woman, Nayleen, that he met with was incredibly helpful.” Sapphire answers. So that is the woman's name. Damn, even her name is beautiful as she is. Once again, the apartment is dark, or that is what I thought. Someone left the dimmer light on, making the living room look like something out of a romance novel that Sapphire reads. She is into those fantasy/paranormal romance stories. Has Dylan caught her reading them? Giant hands grab my hips as I touch the switch to turn it off. I scream as I am pulled ba

Adara asked. “Kiran is the next born Alpha of our pack, and an Alpha doesn’t imprint on anyone but his true mate,” Karani said. “What’s imprinting?” Adara felt like an idiot. She knew nothing about this new life she had been thrust into. “Imprinting only happens to wolves. It’s a gift from the goddess Freyja showing you who you’re really meant to be with. It’s like finding air to breathe, your soul feels drawn to that person and everything in your life changes. That person becomes your universe. It might sound unbelievable now, but you’ll understand everything when you imprint,” Karani said.

"The Great Demise: The Fall of the Moon Goddess" I turn to the first page, thankful for the late afternoon light that stretches in through the broken roof above me. Skimming over the words, I decide I should take the book back with me to read it more in-depth. The inscription in the beginning tells me that it is the history of the Alaskan pack, which is exactly why I came here. Shoving the book into my backpack, I pull the straps tight onto my shoulders before carefully stepping out of the rubble at my feet until I am outside. Going downhill takes much less time than going uphill, and I make it to the broken truck in no time.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

The city beyond the alley was waking: sirens dopplering closer, helicopters thudding overhead, but here, in this crater of our making, time was a held breath, a heartbeat skipped, a promise broken. I reached for the book. The cover bit me. Not metaphor. Teeth: tiny, needle-sharp, made of red thread, sank into my fingertips, drawing blood that the leather drank like a sponge. The title flared, the letters rearranging into a new line: ALEXANDER KANE: THE FIRST BET. Elena’s gasp was a knife to my gut. “Alexander, don’t…”