Smerdyakov Novels & Stories

“How did you know it’s a sham?” She reached for the laptop, slender fingers moved on the mouse pad, browsing through the files until she pulled up the data on Adrik Dmitri, a.k.a Colibri, a Russian assassin who’s been working for Summit Petroleum with Viviana’s Dad. They were friends from the details we gathered. A betrayal by someone close to you was a painful punishment I don’t want to experience, honestly.

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"I need everyone else here." "Will do. Darius and Ana are already in position with their teams, waiting on your signal." We cut the link and just as I'm about to link with Darius and Anastasia, I see Merida move, whatever she's holding shimmers in the moonlight and the crack of a shotgun rings out across the woods, silencing everyone for a second. Onyx and Ekron's wolf slam together, falling to the floor and Merida grins proudly, brandishing the weapon we gave to the humans.

Someone difficult to find ~But you never know what fate has in store for you. Just then as the professor was about to speak the door burst open and there stood a guy in blue jeans and a white v-necked t-shirt wearing a silver cross dangling around his neck, stone-cold dark brown eyes, and no emotion on his face. Adrian Smirnov "Just in time, come in". The professor said.

He proceed to tell Jared. "You have to desert from her, if you still want to regain your alpha" He adviced Derrick. "I don't want to desert her, she is my mate, if i do? I don't know when i will meet another mate, i may not" Derrick lashes back at Jared. "Come here, you had to, i was the one who killed Lucy my former love, so as to just regain my name as an alpha" Jared spring out his long hidden secret just to convince Derrick to desert Jasmine.

His anger showed in the form of his eyes flashing from blue to obsidian and back. "What my sister is trying to say," the pale, red-head intervened with a charming grin and raised hands—for the life of me, I couldn't see how the two were related, "for hers, your packs, and your own safety, its safer for her not to be near battle when she's not prepared for it. For the love of the Goddess, I can see the fear in her eyes," he turned his gentle smile on me with an exuberant wave, "hi, I'm Sylvain. Tania is my mate."

The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek. “You look sad?” I ask, taking his backpack off his shoulders. “Didn’t you have fun with Scott?” “You’re late. Again,” he mutters, maintaining the annoyed look on his cute little face. “They had fun,” Sofia informs, joining us outside. “Thank you,” I smile. “And by the way, you look terrible.” I look at the blue short-sleeved gown I have on and can't help but agree with her. It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

The name slipped past her lips before she could help herself and yet saying it ignited the relief and hope inside of her once more. Before she could think, she set the gun down and practically leapt off the small deck, wading through the snow to meet the male. Sure enough, the closer she got, the easier it was to see that the man stalking through the snow was their liberator. His pale green eyes looked tired and the cold and coloured the tip of his nose and fingers pink. He had on a hat to protect his head but otherwise, his clothes didn't look appropriate for the weather, even for a werewolf. "Goddess, am I glad to see you." Omar laughed breathlessly. "I was sure I got turned around in this

Laced with venomous runes, the chains wrapped around Ravik’s legs, his neck, his body, and began pulling him down. Ravik roared, the sound shaking the very trees of the island. He resisted with all his might, claws digging into the earth, eyes burning with refusal. The silver burned, biting through fur and flesh, but he didn’t yield. He growled, biting through some of the links, his wolf strength unmatched. But then came Solmyra. Floating down in her eerie, youthful form, her silver-white hair drifting like mist around her, her eyes cold and calculating. She watched Ravik struggle, admiration flickering behind her dark irises. “He’s stronger than I thought,” she murmured.