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.

Crab tried to burrow his way into the beach sand while my pooch just pulled him back and dropped him as if they were playing their own version of hide and seek. "Trixie, enough girl! Let's go home," I called with a smile on my face. Her expression always brought me a smile. Huskies got the best facial expression among the dogs, do you know that? With one more bark, she took off after me, occasionally bumping her body into my legs as we walked home. Trixie, the name itself is enough to bring a smile on my face. She is my three-year-old husky, I rescued from the roadside on a cold winter morning. Sounds cliché doesn't it? But that's what happened.

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

She scoffed, "But yeah, stalker much?" “What?” I asked. “I’m a spy, it’s in my nature to notice things.” “Stalker would be a more appropriate term.” She muttered, and after pointing to my chicken lasagna, she moaned, “This is really good.” “Well, Spies are not very different from stalkers. Only that, most of the times, we have good intentions.” “I agree.” She said, “Except for when you trap young women into marrying you.” I stiffened at the direction the conversation was headed but when I looked up to find her smiling at me, I realised that she was just teasing me.

White crumpled paper towels dot every spot on the black tiled floor next to her. “Men are scum!” she says while crying, but I strain to hear her correctly. “What? Men are saints?” The leatherette couch pillow lands in my face for that, and I raise my hands, surrendering. “Too soon. Got it.” I sigh, watching her crumble, but there’s nothing I can do about it. Kira fell for her mated boss, who hid the truth about his family from her. It wasn’t until she had gotten tangled in his messed up life that she found out.

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.