Something Fierce Book Novels & Stories

Deadly. Sucking in a deep breath, she forced herself to open the satchel, her fingers stilling as they encountered smooth leather instead of the cold, hard steel she’d been expecting. With a rueful smile, she pulled out the heavy book that was written in a language she didn’t recognize. She wistfully trailed her fingers over the aged leather of the cover. She’d encountered various demons and warriors and even powerful witches during her travels with Francisco, but none had offered such a fascinating mixture of contrasts. Icily aloof and yet so vulnerable. Rhye was strong and yet tender. Raw, ruthless power with the soul of an alpha.

Fierce was pregnant. I stood up hastily, holding my belly, while the tumult of thoughts stirred in my mind. With a torch in hand, I walked toward the forest, determined to confirm my suspicions. The glow of the flames lit the path as I advanced toward the Cabin. Upon arriving, my eyes fixed on the wooden structure, a silent witness to many moments. A conclusion formed in my mind: Fierce needed to be removed once and for all. I took the torch, feeling its threatening heat, and began to spread the fire around the Cabin.

For a moment I thought maybe what I was seeing in her eyes was recognition and a trauma response from everything she went through in the bus. I thought that she was scared of the book because of how the bus passengers died but I soon realized that she looked at the book the same way the witches looked at it. “Give me the book,” The strange vampire showed up right as the words left the woman’s mouth and forced all of us in our fighting stance. “Ahhh!” Freya sent us flying back first to the trees behind us to push us away and protect us from the woman breathing fire our way. “I’ll take care of this,”

She looked hungry and horrified at the same time, like she was fighting herself. She was trembling as I reached for her hand. Small tremors running through her fingers, fear and cold and exhaustion. I should have been gentle. I should have explained. But I was too far gone, too desperate, too afraid of what I was feeling. The second our skin touched, the world exploded. What the fuck? Lightning shot up my arm, through my chest, down my spine. Every nerve ending lit up like I had been struck by actual electricity. My wolf roared inside me, triumphant and desperate, and I nearly doubled over from the force of it.

Aiden pressed close, his presence a tether, and for a moment, the world narrowed to the two of them, and the fire that both terrified and empowered her. Then she opened her eyes. The fire had taken form, a shimmering aura of light that pushed back the shadows, revealing the creature fully. It froze, as if startled by her power, its gaze fixed on her. “You’re stronger than it expected,” Aiden said, voice taut with warning. “Hold it, Evelynn. Don’t let it see fear.” She nodded, focusing. The fire in her veins roared to life, hotter, brighter, feeding on the fear and anger that threatened to overwhelm her. The creature hissed, recoiling from the heat, its twisted limbs curling as it tried to re

Their claws clashed with my fire, and the heat that erupted blasted back through the field, knocking down trees and sending gravel skittering across the stone steps. Every strike I took, I felt their whispers in my bones: “Submit, child of fire. Return to the fold.” But I did not bend. I burned. And burned hotter. Link howled, shifting mid-strike, his claws shredding one of the creatures before they even landed. We moved in unison—his violence precise, mine volcanic. Three fell. Then four more. But it wasn’t over. From the treeline came a sound—low, guttural, almost human. And from the mist, a single figure stepped forward.

Freya gagged unseen contents into the pages of her book. “—doesn’t even bat an eye around me” Selena smiled bitterly. She moved toward the exit, her stomach twisting. A pang of irritation flared in her. ********************************** Having completely abandoned her breakfast, She found herself in the training hall, the air an admixture of sweat, scent, discipline. Wolves trained in precise formations. Now, they dodged each other, fists in front of them. Selena stood by, watching it all. And then the opponent had Lucian down. He stuck his boot between his jaw and his neck.

Mr. Fren leans forward with both hands pressed firmly on his desk in front of him, shoulders squared as he waits for students to take their seat. His desk is neatly arranged, with a small nameplate reading “Mr. Fren– History” on it and a stack of books besides the nameplate, including titles such as The Roman Empire: A Very Short Introduction, The Silk Roads, Guns, Germs, and Steel by Jared Diamond, and The Peloponnesian War by Donald Kagan. A black mug with the phrase “History is written by those who survive” sits nearby, alongside a pen holder filled with pens and pencils.

They attacked. The ensuing conflict was absolute and brutal. Razor-sharp claws raked across my flanks, drawing hot, dark blood that steamed heavily in the freezing mountain air. Fangs sank deep into my shoulder, the thick, metallic taste of iron filling my jaws as I twisted my massive neck and fought back with a feral, desperate ferocity. I threw one attacker off with a powerful, structural heave of my shoulders, its heavy body crashing into an ancient pine with a sickening, definitive thud. Another lunged directly for my exposed throat, its breath hot, rank, and thick with the scent of carrion. I closed my powerful jaws around its neck, the taste of warm blood flooding my senses as I violen

I caught a fleeting glimpse of his fierce eyes, alive with determination. Beside him, Victor moved with a ferocity that I had never witnessed before. In a blur, he tackled two rogue wolves who had been advancing on me, swift like a shadow, snapping their necks with brutal efficiency. My heart swelled with a mix of gratitude and concern. I had always known Victor to be fierce, but seeing him fight side by side with Sebastian in such desperation filled me with pride, even in the midst of my own pain.