Shawn Dudley Novels & Stories

"No, Luna. As instructed, no force was used." Cullen reached out and pushed the heavy iron door open. The hinges groaned in protest. The holding cell was small and sparsely furnished. A single flickering torch on the wall cast long, dancing shadows across the damp stone floor. Sitting on a narrow wooden bench in the corner was a young man. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead with rain, and his hands were cuffed in front of him with heavy iron chains. He looked up as we entered. I recognized him instantly. Shawn. He was one of the younger guards in the Silver Moon vanguard. Five years ago, he had been a reckless teenager who constantly ended up in my clinic with sprained ankles and br

she threatened vehemently. I simply chuckled at her words and took a step back. "Just so you know, my name is Henry, a former beta of the Lycan Pack, and I want you to remember that I am watching you. If you dare do anything stupid to Sierra, I will make sure you regret it all. Not only that, but you will despise everything about yourself and realize that you are not fit to be a Luna, not only in the ghost pack but in every pack," I warned sternly. I walked away as I noticed her growing anger, and before I could turn to the other side, I heard her yell…

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

He gazed at Joshua expressionlessly, assuming a protective stance. Joshua locked eyes with him. "Shawn comes from a special forces background. Mr. Grayson, you can't take him down." Natasha stood behind Shawn, reminding Joshua. Hearing that, Joshua tightened his fists.

is he . "S-Shawn?"

I mumbled. Shawn's eyes reddened slightly. He was silent for a few seconds, and a smile appeared on his face. He glanced at Jared and shook his head. "It was difficult." He muttered. "I know," I replied. "But I guess his happiness is all that matters." "Mr. Sterly," He turned around to face me. "You can call me Sterly." I gently corrected. Shawn paused. Then, the smile on his face deepened. "Can I call you brother then? You're about 4 years older than me."

Inevitably, conjecture after conjecture arose in my mind. Could it be the same person I was thinking of? Shawn took out his cell phone and started reading the report. "He is a 25-year-old man. High school graduates have been working part-time in various fields. Since high school, he has participated in several sports, especially those related to martial arts. Unfortunately, he did not pursue it well. He has been living alone, separated from his parents, since graduating high school. Recently, he joined Edward's Gym and received special attention from Edward, the gym owner. He is being prepared to become an athlete by Edward."

While his hair was combed back in the same style like he does. His fragrance was alluring. The refreshing scent, she could also smell some hint of woody fragrance and his eyes carried a whole world. Under the moonlight, they looked deeper and right now she was ready to dive in them. Zion was actually in his own world, when he heard his dad clearing his throat to grab his attention. "Zion, Mr. Daniel is talking to you." Aiden Black informed him. "Ohh". He was embarrassed, "I am sorry. I didn't hear you." Zion spoke politely and he extended his hand for a handshake.

Alpha Kyle's voice drifted into my ears and I couldn't help but shiver. Before I could react, I was taken away and thrown into the dungeon. But then this time, I care less about anything. I was going to escape tonight. I had already decided, I was sure that getting out of the dungeon was going to be a hard thing. Thinking about this, I sat upright as I began to map out a plan. Over the years, I had known the pack like the back of my hand so I had begun formulating a plan. But then my biggest obstacle was how I was going to get out of the dungeon.