Staryk Novels & Stories

I started doing odd jobs for them, stuff no one wanted to do, cleaning up messes, and working my way up to pay-to-hire gigs. The Volkovs were an ancient clan of Russian werewolves, tracing their supernatural lineage back thousands of years. They taught me all about being an alpha and they were the family I had never had growing up with my abusive father. Alex and a few others had wanted to kill my father for what he’d done to me, but I refused. I wanted the bastard alive and knowing his son hated him and would never forgive him. Now, I never wanted for friends or money. Aside from my adoptive family, I had a group of guys who had my back.

This time I would finish him. "Shaurya Agnihotri starts counting your days in reverse manner. I am coming." The room heard my growling and frustration with my utmost hateful statement.

He sat leaned forward, his fingers biting into each other while he kept his gaze affixed on her mate's father. Ryley also followed his posture as chewed on his lips. Not just the sons but their fathers followed the same posture and they together waited for him to continue. Mr. Stark, after great difficulty and his eyes pouring, took a breath and resumed, "After everything went dark, the hole in the floor opened and an ifrit came out." Ryley shrunk his brows. As much as he didn't want to ask, he couldn't keep his curiosity and interrupted Hari, "What is an ifrit?"

“She dislikes burgers.” “You’re kidding.” He checked to see if she was. “What kind of kid doesn’t like burgers?” His partner shrugged. “She’s a special little girl.” Don Donati wore a dark Armani suit. His hair was combed back, neatly. He was fit and looked capable of taking most people in a fight. When he let the officers in, he sent his bodyguards away, knowing they were unneeded. “So Leroy is dead, huh? That’s a shame. Give Alfero my sympathies, will you? I heard he was fond of that one.”

Vic answered the system. "Sure! Vic!!" "Okay. I'm Sternly Vic." "Just who am I and who the hell are you!"

And then Toki cleaned his search history because if Trasykian cybersecurity happens to find out some different search engine manipulating their sources, it can be a big problem for Kavya. "God, Toki, you are so fast!" Kavya mumbled rubbing her eyes, she woke up because she felt something suddenly touched her. She raised her hand and light beams flashed up forming a transparent square board of information. "READING ON SQUARE BOARD" NAME: AARNIK CAVALLI GENDER: MALE AGE: 24 SPECIE: HYBRID TRASYKIAN FATHER: ROBERTO CAVALLI MOTHER: UNKNOWN CONTINENT: TRASKYA ORGA 1

Not letting her be a lot distant from him. "So what's your game here, Stalker? You claim that you own me yet you don't want to show who and what you are," she mockingly said, hiding the nervousness she's feeling. As much as possible, she did not want to convey to him that he had a strong effect on her. She continued to back away to get away from him but she almost screamed when in the last step, she tripped and lost her balance. She was expecting the floor to be her downfall but got very relieved when the soft bed caught her body.

Dizzy and nauseous, she ran towards the door and opened it before running down the stairs, unaware she was pregnant. She slightly slipped into one of the staircases, and good thing someone caught her waist, which made her thankful. “Oh, goodness, thanks—” her words cut off as her eyes went wide when she looked at the guy, and it was the alpha, clenching his jaw and dark and cold expression. “What the hell, stray! You’re almost tripped on the staircase!” Drake growled, mad, yet his eyes flashed worriedness. “Why are you running, and why are you trembling? Is there a problem?” he asked.

“Can I go now?” Lester did not want to stay in this place any longer. “You may leave.” The man’s words made Lester’s face brighten, but before the latter could feel happy, he added, “But there’s something you should keep in mind.” Lester lowered his head and said submissively, “What is it, sir?” “My name is Hugo Stark. You should have heard of me before,” the man in sunglasses smiled wickedly and spoke slowly. “Yes, yes!” Lester instantly felt cold and nodded rapidly. “You’re the ‘Wicked Doctor’, Hugo Stark in the capital. Your name is well known!”

I can tell she's hesitant to give me any information. "Stacy." I give her my most reassuring smile. "Hi, Stacy, I'm Cassidy and this is,," I point to the obnoxious buffoon standing next to me, "Alex. We're having a little disagreement that needs to be settled. Would you mind weighing in on the matter?"