Stark X Fern Novels & Stories

, Fernanda squinted her eyes. "Was it with the handsome Gavin Velazquez? Gosh that man sends chills down my spine" Stacey asked with sarcasm then drooled over him while looking at a photo of him in the magazine. “ Well actually¸ you guessed right” she burried her head in her hands, scrunched up in her chair and scratched her head. “Girl please” Stacey laughed pushing Brianna in the process. Brianna analyzed Fernanda and held Stacey’s hand to stop laughing and asked her seriously,

’’ It was such a stupid question to ask but I asked. ‘’Never’’ elder Fern replied sternly. Amongst the others, she was becoming my most hated. While I still did not have a good feeling about Laurana, she has only done her duties and upheld the ways of the people. But Fern was deliberately standing in my way. There hasn't been a time he has said one thing in my favor. The hate he has for werewolves is so strong I can smell it from miles away.

"I've said before that we'll fight to the best of our abilities. If you can kill me, you can have the Purple Spiritual Herb. If I kill you… Hehe!" Fern's eyes glistened and the look on his face turned dark. He sneered, saying, "You're a smart one, aren't you?" A look of victory appeared on Chase's face. "Since we're in agreement, why not have a look at the Purple Spiritual Herb first?" A strange fragrance suddenly filled the air as Fern tried to snatch it. Chase looked up in astonishment. "Didn't you say that this was a fair fight?" Fern sniggered while looking at Chase. "Who said anything about being fair?"

We laughed, and he fist bumped me, almost knocking me down. "How was your journey like?" Laura asked, and I was curious too. "Hmm.. Let’s go inside and talk; besides Derek, where is your fiancée?" "Athena," I corrected him quickly, "is obsessed with preparing different concoctions and looking up new herbs now." She will be back soon. "That’s good; at least you won’t have to worry about getting hurt, since Athena is so good with herbs, you lucky fellow." He teased me this time. "Let’s go in; we need to talk." "You look so much tanner now since you left for the smaller pack territory." I was concerned.

of Xavier over my shoulder. He's still standing but he now have a smirk on his stupidly handsome face. "Who the fuck are you and how dare you speak to me like this. Don't you know who I am?!" She shouts making me winch. Geez this girl's voice is like a car screeching to a halt. "Your the second one to ask me who I am for today and the third one since we arrived in Hawaii" I trail off then put on a fake smile. "And to answer your question. I'm his fiancée" I state then a smirk gazed my lips. Her jaws clenched with her hands on both of her sides. "No wonder you look familiar" she state. "So your the famous Cloudethe Mariano" she continues eyeing me up and down. "I guess the rumours are true"

We easily got her attention so her face lit up and she approached us. "Kira! Fern! That's good! Are you here to get me?" she asked excitedly. Fern clung his arms on her shoulder. "Yes, we know you don't have any friends. You're pathetic --- AWWW!" Fern shouted because Sera kicked her. Alas, if possible, I will ship them both. It looks like they’re fit for each other. An amazona and a joker one. They definitely fight every day when they are together.

The battlefield had become a canvas for the clash of ideologies, and Fernanda's name resonated as a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. Draxler took a step closer, his presence imposing. "You may see it as delusion now, Sergio, but you will witness Fernanda's true potential. She is not your ordinary shewolf ; she is a key to a power that can reshape the fate of our kind." I scoffed at his words, my disbelief transforming into a steely resolve. "I won't let you use her as some pawn in your quest for dominance, Draxler. She deserves a life of her own choosing, not one dictated by your thirst for power."

"The Frostfire Fern is a sacred plant of the peaks. Its locations are hidden, and its extraction is forbidden to outsiders. But I am not an unreasonable man, Alpha King. If this girl truly possesses the mind she claims, she can prove it." The Chieftain stepped closer, a dark, testing smile touching his weathered lips. "Our shamans have a warrior who was struck by a poisoned rogue blade three days ago. Our herbs cannot stop the decay in his chest; he suffocates as we speak. If your 'Director' can stabilize him using only the tools in her bag and the ice on these rocks, I will personally lead you to the highest crevice where the fern grows." Gunnar’s voice dropped into a deadly, low rumble. "B

Wren's whole body goes still. The spoon stops halfway to the pot, water hissing against the burner behind her, and for one full second she forgets to breathe at all. "What pictures, baby?" Fern doesn't answer right away. She opens the sketchbook instead, flips past pages of careful, precise drawings, houses and dogs and one recurring sketch of three stick figures holding hands under a tree, until she lands on a page near the back. It's a face. A rough, five-year-old attempt at a face, dark hair, a hard line for a jaw, done in the same grey pencil Fern uses for everything she isn't sure how to name yet.

Daksh ran to Fern, scooping her in his arms for a moment before Cullen stood over the man. It was clear that Fern and the man had been fighting, and Fern got the worst of it. Her face was black and blue, and there was blood around her mouth and nose. She had deep purple blooms on her arms. Around Fern’s neck was a set of finger impressions. “Get her to the truck,' Cullen ordered as he grabbed Arthur by his shirt. Cullen had seen him before when he saved Ivory. This was the man who raped his mate, and it looked like Fern had stabbed him.