Slugterra Trixie Novels & Stories

he said. The silence that followed after was deafening. I expected nothing less, but a small part of me had just hoped that maybe, they would be welcome to the idea of choosing me over Sabrina since I was his actual mate. But I was wrong, very wrong. “Did I stutter?” Xander must have noticed the situation of things and swooped in immediately. “From today onwards, Kieran is the new Luna of our pack and you will all treat her with the respect she deserves”

Trix groaned as she landed with a thud. She looked around and saw darkness. "Tristan," she called feeling around for him. "Tristan, where are you," she asked beginning to panic. Her hands patted the cold hard ground furiously. Suddenly they touched something hard, she immediately pulled her hands back and froze. She hesitantly reached forward again. It was slippery like glass but warm. Trix continued to feel the odd object when suddenly her hands touched fur. She stopped once more and felt her heart go still as warm air fanned over her face. It had a foul scent, like smoke.

I watched as he walked towards the office before turning towards the parking lot smiling to myself when I saw Scarlet waiting by my truck. "WHAT HAPPENED!" Her squealing voice hit my ear before I could even reach my truck. A quick shh signal and she was bouncing on the balls of her feet waiting for me to fill her in as I quickly yanked open my truck, shocked to see my book bag sitting in the seat. "I have your notes from class Rouge but seriouly where did Mr. Sexy take you? Did you shift? Is he claiming you for his pack??" I loved Scarelt but sometimes she could be a bit impaitent. "Mr. Sexy's name is Wayne, no I didn't shift but he knows I can. To be honest I feel like maybe he is but I'm n

Trixie ran to Damien and began to lick some of his smaller wounds. “Well well, guess we know who she favors regardless of his whorish ways,” Draven said, a smug grin on his face.

I bark. He blinks slowly. “Screw… you…” Trixie steps forward and kicks the leg of the chair—hard. “Try again,” she says sweetly. “Okay, okay! It’s Dren.” “Dren?” I echo. “That’s not a name. That’s a sneeze.” “Do you want me to spell it?” the rogue sneers. “Do you want me to punch your face inside out?” I step closer, glaring. “Boys,” Trixie warns, “you’re both making my head hurt.”

But first she needed to get Dradon off that damn tree. Trixie knew she only had one option, she looked back behind her and saw that the doc and his men were still out there readying their trucks to look for her and the rest of her people. She decided she would help them in their search. She looked back at the creature and prayed to god it worked. She pulled the pin on the grenade and threw it at the creature, he caught it looking at it strangely. Trixie hopped up and started running not trying to kill herself in the process. She hoped like hell Dradon was still fireproof, if he wasn’t already dead. The blast blew Trixie several feet away, the doc and his men looked at where the blast came fr

Before Emilia and I could ogle at the adorable family for longer, we were pulled back by our scrubs. “If you’re done ogling at them, we have to go downstairs to receive the incoming trauma.” Henry grumpily said and shoved the charts into our hands. “Says you,” Emilia grunted, “That’s how you met Amy by the way. While I was busy treating her dad, you were busy ogling her.” “Didn’t you say Doctor Tinder is keeping you happy? why do you need patients to ogle at?” “Dylan. His name is Dylan.” Emilia groaned and glared at him.

The beta, brave Armstrong had stepped in to fill in for me till I was eighteen and strong enough to take over the ruling of the pack. I was in too much of grief to see his real plan. The two faced snake just wanted a smooth entrance into a throne my parents built with their own sweat and blood. When i had come of age, in the full moon, I had waited anxiously, waiting for the little voice that was supposed to whisper into my ears and introduce herself to me. The small voice that would be my forever animal, my best friend. It never came. I had stood there like an idiot, waiting and looking as my mates shifted, howling at the full moon. Everyone had great expectations for their to be Luna.

I could feel a growl rumbling in my chest before the colorful girl touched my shoulder. "Sweets, I prefer you not to interrogate a pregnant she-wolf. She doesn't need stress at a time like this," the pink-haired woman scolded the other woman, who huffed at her. Then, she turned back to me. "Don't mind her. She's like that with all the newcomers. I'm Trixie, and you are?" "You're not a werewolf," I told her, trying to take the attention off me. "No, I'm not. I'm a Faerie," she giggled, "Well, half-faerie and pixie, and that brute over there is Alpha Fiona. She is a werewolf and my mate. Now it's your turn."

“And I don’t give a damn. Get out of here.” “Please don’t do this to me. I have been searching for you for years. Please don’t throw me out like that. Hear me out.” “Searching for me for years? I think you got the wrong alpha.” “No, you are the right one.” I deeply frowned and took a few steps towards her with my claws slowly popping out of me. “If you don’t get out of here before I take another step, I will break your skull with the picolazer behind me and throw your head with it into the slums. Don’t push me into doing something we’ll both regret.”