Spartan Palmer Novels & Stories

They light up every single nerve ending in my body, but in a good way. But I just don’t know him. Not really. I know of him. Kenton Clearwater, the insanely hot, 6ft 3in tall hockey player who has black hair and bright leaf green eyes. He plays center for the Northport Warriors, and is to be the future Alpha of the Artemis pack once his father steps down, or… is removed from his position through death. What is it that Axel wanted me to seek Kenton out for? I can’t help but wonder. What exactly do you know?

The Alpha blood in him made his strength so powerful that the resistance was almost useless. His hands went to the waistband of my pants. I grabbed his wrists, trying to push them away. “Deucalion, stop it!” He ignored me. With a sharp yank he pulled the pants and underwear down my legs. The fabric tore in places. Cool air hit my bare skin. I felt exposed, vulnerable, angry. “You can’t just—” He pushed my legs up and apart. I tried to close them again, but he held them open with firm hands. Then he spat into his palm, stroked himself slowly from base to tip, coating himself, and pressed the thick head against my entrance.

I think it’s the killer’s next target: Prince Abdullahi Salim. Miriam snatched the paper from Donovan and widened her eyes to read the red handwriting which read: Next Game: Prince of Dubai; Saturday 4th of April. In a reflex, Miriam shot a stern look at one of the cops and ordered him to get Carlos and his management team under their custody for interrogations about the gaffer's whereabouts.

I can’t help but smile, knowing that my Beta and best friend is concerned for my safety, despite my being out here with Raul, Dax, Tasha, Channing, Bree, Conan, Theo, Blake and Serafina. “Don’t worry about me. I’ve got some of the most badass wolves around out here with me.” I say, smiling in our mind link. “Are things okay at the pack house?” “Yeah, Zella and Asher are on top of monitoring our patrols and keeping everyone calm here. And Jacob took Delta Lupita with him to the houses to keep an eye on things over there.” Lupita is Jacob’s mate and a tough-as-nails fighter. In fact, had Dax not been interested in the Lead Warrior position with our pack, Lupita would have been my next choice.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

It was as if his feet were held in an invisible treadmill. He then saw her. “HELP!” He saw Carol get dragged deeper and deeper inside the horde as she frantically wiggled her arms. “Carol! I'm coming!” Spartan called but he could still not move. “DAMON! DAMON! DAmooonnn. . .” Carol’s terrified voice became muffled until Spartan was unable to hear her. Something then appeared in his hands. It was a piece of pink fabric that was charred at the edges and had a pink lightning bolt emblem.

“Piper.” “Don’t speak my name, Liam. Does this dirty Omega know that you have a fiancee?” Her words made my eyes widen in shock.

I followed Dax as he vaulted up the jagged, smoking debris, our boots crunching on shattered smart-glass and twisted iron. Inside the command deck, the emergency red lighting flickered sporadically. Pinned beneath a massive durasteel support beam was a Paladin. His pristine white and gold armor was scorched black, the golden sunburst insignia on his chest plate cracked right down the middle. His helmet had been knocked off in the crash, revealing a young man with a shaved head and a bleeding gash above his eye. He was terrified, but he tried to mask it with a sneer as Dax stepped into his field of vision.

The movements are deliberate, the way a wolf digs when it knows exactly where the prey is buried. I hand Michael back his tablet and glance at the larger displays. The most promising contenders are front and center. Phineas Parker—second son of his pack, hungry to prove his worth now that he can’t inherit. His blade carves into a giant spider, the creature’s armored shell splintering under his relentless strikes. Not many can pierce spider chitin so cleanly—he’s already taken down two, his face carved in focus, eyes burning with purpose.

Lucas stared at the flyer “This is bad Lucas, very bad” Roman mouthed “You can’t handle them tomorrow Roman, remember you don’t have control either” Lucas reminded him as they began walking towards class, he was right. Roman is trying to keep Sophie and Harley in check but he is forgetting that he himself needs to be kept at bay because he doesn’t have control of his powers too. “We might need to re-strategize then or…” Roman was cut when someone placed two hands on both their shoulders They turned , in front of them was a man of average height with spiky black hair, a whistle around his neck as he was dressed in a white sport short, grey shirt with a black customized school sport jacket. F