Sinister West Greene Novels & Stories

Laughing hysterically for another feast they are taking, they hurriedly scattered themselves into the streets of the near-barren city. ❇❇❇ She couldn't believe what she was seeing. A seven-foot tall being, almost humanoid, was standing before her. His skin was green, and his body was built up like The Hulk, all muscular and weirdly contorted. The corners of his mouth went up to a smirk, showing his sharp, dirty canines inside. He was carrying a cell-like bag, and she could see some white orbs floating inside it. She gulped. "Luna, please calm down."

“Mr Moretti, I didn’t realise we had a meeting today.” Kenneth Greene looked up from his desk at the intrusion, but despite his words, the man didn’t seem surprised at Xander’s presence. “We don’t.” Xander narrowed his eyes on the man, his cool demeanour only sufficed to make the Mafia leader angrier. “Please, have a seat.” Greene motioned to the chair across from him and leaned back on his own, leisurely. “What are you playing at Greene?” Xander ignored his offer and instead slammed his hands down on the desk.

Sean could not even look at Frank. He retorted, "Shut up! I wouldn't even care if you're dead if not for Helen!" Gina became even more impressed with Sean right then. "See? Mr. Wesley is so magnanimous, while you're so petty?" Sean said just then, "Do you know who that baldie's boss is? It's the man who consolidated power in West City after Leo Grayson was killed!" "Oh, are you talking about Scarface? I heard about him—he's ruthless," one of Helen's employees said just then.

"Now clear me on this, what wager?." I took a deep breath. "I signed up to wrestle with a Luna from another pack at red moon inn tonight." "Only one wolf leaves there alive." "I doubt I'll be the one." "She's the strongest Luna alive, she's remained undefeated for ages." I revealed to my unsuspecting sister. Gwen was silent as she stared into space. I've always despised Gwen ever since we were kids, she was too beautiful to be real. I watched her closely, she was lost in thought.

"He sends them amongst my daughter's letters so the head security didn't suspect anything." I punched the wall closer to me hard, furious and pissed at myself. This has been happening under my nose and I never suspected it. He has always been close. "Tell me everything you know about Dominic." I commanded and he nodded his head. "He is at..." "I know where he is, Stephen." I interrupted him. "I want to know who is backing him up, where he is getting more rogues." I asked. "I don't know, I swear, he never shares that much detail. All I know is where he stays and also, he knows Marcus found him. He has changed location, he is currently in the western forest..."

Westin chuckled, “Old fashion. I like that.” He sat down on the floor, crossing his legs, and propped his hands on the floor behind his body, looking chilled and relaxed. “So, what do you want to know?” he asked. Aurora stared at him, “Who are you?” She was asking about his real identity, not the fake one that he currently uses. He smiled, “Westin Sanchez. I already told you my name.” Her heart sank slightly. So he chose to keep on lying. But she decided to give him one more chance, “Why do you come to the city of Grace Ruin? Why pledge your loyalty to Silas? And why do you serve in Morgana’s troops?”

"No, nothing. Just ensuring the account is valid." "I see. Tell me, do you have a storage warehouse positioned closer to Manhattan that I can frequent next time? It seems like your logistical footprint out here is a bit unorganized and underground." The burly dealer laughed again. "Are you out of your mind? The Martins, unorganized? You cannot be serious, man." "Shut your mouth, Smith," Green hissed, glaring at his subordinate. He snatched a piece of scrap paper, aggressively scribbling down a list of coordinates. He shoved the paper into my hand. "Here. These are the secure drop locations we operate out of Manhattan."

Unfortunately, it is still not working. I collapse on the cozy sofa fixed at the corner of the house, wrapping my arms around me. This does not make sense yet. Me loosing my powers. Why? How? I throw my glance around the house, taking in my environment all over again for the umpteenth time. George had said the name of this city was Greenwood . What if it is something that came with the city, maybe wolves are not allowed in here and we may just rendered ourselves unarmed. Maybe Pedro had finally traced us down here with some other hybrid witch that had succeeded in stealing my powers…

Havermouth, One Week Before Tony had the police officer tied by his wrists and dangling over an open oubliette in the barn when Talen arrived, and looked up from a toolbox which was set on the pushed back stone lid. “Alex, this is Talen. Talen, meet Alexander Grennith.” “F-k you,” the werewolf was in the policeman’s eyes, but with his weight on his shoulders, and his wrists tied, he could not shift without risking tearing his arms from the joint, an injury that would be both intensely painful and potentially life-alteringly disabling.