Spartan Palmer Novels & Stories

He didn't wear any fabric that was black—just a cream polo, ripped jeans, and… slippers? Slippers. The image short-circuited my brain. It was giving ‘I accidentally wore this out,’ but somehow on him, it looked like it was worn by a Louis Vuitton model. “Mr—Mr. Scarpa,” I breathed. A smile curled at his mouth. Not arrogant or amused. Just… soft and warm. Like he’d stepped out of a storm and into sunlight. “I came here looking to buy something,” he said, his voice almost bashful. “Didn’t expect you’d be the one attending to me. But I’m glad.”

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

“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.

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

It was really true that Dana Hamilton was a mother to Clara. Philip looked at the Harriot in the picture, he was smiling without the effort of pain and a wave of bitterness swept through Philip. He felt like losing his mind for a second by lamenting the fact that he had met them again but he knew better than to lose his control. He tucked his phone into his pocket and looked at the painting one more time.

I desperately hoped that the wreckage did not contain any of my allies and that they had escaped safely, but now wasn't the time to search for them. Now was the time to bring about an end to Draco's reign of terror. As the dust cleared, I would have given anything to see Draco's face the moment he saw my Spartan standing amongst the field of wreckage, utterly unharmed. "What?" he exclaimed. "That's impossible! You were directly in range! How are you still standing?" "Killswitch targets IRON chips," I responded. I reached my hand up to touch the empty slot in the back of my neck. "the secret of the Spartan is that it doesn't use one to balance."

“Remi! I found him!” “Who Jade?” “My mate! It’s Beta Taylor Williams!” “Is that a good thing?” “Yes! He’s fucking hot!” Jade laughed. “I’m happy for you both Jade!” Screaming over the music. Taylor always seemed nice. He was very tall, not as tall as Alpha Wyatt but close. He has teal eyes and really blonde hair. Jade found her mate and he’s good looking an nice, so I’m relieved she was blessed by the moon goddess. Jade is an Omega, so his rank is a good thing as well for Jade. I hope my mate is kind and handsome as well. Whenever I do find him, if I get lucky soon after I turn 18.