Novel & Cerita Supernatural Moose

"Hungry?" I shook my head. "No, I'm fine." He nodded. "Well, we'll eat at Club Moroii." A crease formed between my eyes, tilting my head to the side. "Club Moroii?" He smirked. "It's the most prestigious club for the supernatural in Las Vegas. It's above Lance's casino." I raised an eyebrow. "And the humans don't know?" He shook his head. "No. No humans are allowed entrance. Lance has bodyguards at the top of the stairs and when people get off the elevator. Admittance is by invitation only."

It was my turn to chuckle at the face she was making as she was trying to put on a serious expression mimicking her other two sisters. “I don’t know what just happened between you two, but you need to stop and pay attention.” Mosi looked between Musi and me, waving her finger at us as she said that. Her head went from left to right as if she was watching a tennis match. She was making it hard for Musi and me to be serious right now. I cleared my throat and inhaled to compose myself. “As I was saying, there isn’t a nicer way to tell you this.” Mosi had a slight frown as she held our eye contact all the while she talked. “Like it or not, you are the supernatural being who has to keep the balan

“And he didn’t bat an eye.” Mason nodded. “So, do you think he’s some kind of supernatural, too?” I took a deep breath. “If he’s not, then he knows way more about our world than a human should.” I looked over at him. “It could get him killed.” Mason nodded. “So, what do you want to do, Boss?” Just then, the heavens broke loose, and rain plummeted from the sky, pelting the earth. I nodded toward Fletcher’s Jag. “First, let’s follow him and see where he goes.”

“Sweetheart, they aren’t roleplaying. They are a clan of vampires.” “I know that I am in Louisiana, but you have to be kidding me. Vampires don’t exist, at least anymore, if they even did.” “Fine, little pet. If you don’t like calling them vampires, then try immortals or supernaturals.” “Ha, ha. If that guy was a vampire, then what does that make you? I saw you move with agility and added strength, but you look far more human than those pale guys do.” “I am an alpha werewolf, and I think you might be a werewolf too.”

I gulped hard as I peddled my way to the creek, greeting some of the townsfolk on the way when I got stopped by Mrs Maisel, another fanatic of the supernatural. “I heard you’ve been hanging around Monsoon Creek Rory,” She said whilst trying to crack a nut with her fingers, the woman was a nutcase, “You better be careful. Werewolves and Vampires are looking to prey on a beautiful soft lass as yourself.” I rolled my eyes in disbelief, “Wolves, Vampires and whatnot don’t exist Mrs Maisel. I’m pretty sure it’s just a cooked up story by some story tellers from your—

I just chill in the back of her mind while I watch her do her thing. She is an exceptional hunter; she was approaching her prey at lightning speed but slowing down the closer she got until she began taking tentative steps as she crouched down, and her eyes locked on their prize. Damn it was huge! Standing near a stream lapping at the water was a moose that had to be at least 6 and a half feet tall at the shoulder and if I had to estimate, weighed around one thousand pounds. I couldn’t believe the luck when I caught its scent on the wind, and the breeze is working to her advantage. She’s currently crouched downwind, so the wind is blowing her scent away from the moose, making it easier to cat

"Who’d you terrorize today?" "Mr. Bradley," she answered casually, sipping the beer Donnie handed her. "Not the old man again!" Donnie groaned, shaking his head. As she sat, a man beside her caught her eye. He wore a wide-brimmed hat that covered most of his face, expensive snake-skin boots, and a silver cobra ring on his thumb. His hands looked too soft for hard work, and though his face was mostly hidden, his presence was commanding. "Hello!" Bisila snapped, trying to catch his attention.

and we sped up, I howled and others joined in and I felt the Supremes hovering above us cheering us on, the bears came out behind us that were lurking in the trees, no one wanted to miss this. ****** T.J./Dread I watched the whole shit go down, Moira was a witch, I never felt fear like that, she loved her kids and was more worried about them than the fact she was going to be killed for treason. I admire that and I was glad they decided not to kill her, I was going to advocate for my grandmother to be imprisoned but when I saw that it was her behind almost killing my mate, my anger took over and I just wanted her gone. I miss my grandmother but the betrayal was too deep and I made a promise t

He winked at me and then turned around, walking back the way he came. I cocked my head at him, not understanding a word of what he'd just said. I looked down at my phone and typed in the word 'Werewolf,' skeptical when I saw that there were movies about this species -about what I might be. So the world knew? Supernatural beings, as Motty had put it, weren't at all strange as I'd thought. And then I might be one? More confused than I had been earlier, I devoured the contents of the searches G****e sent to me, trying to relate the information with what and who I am.

On his sixteenth birth day he had gotten to close to a fawn while hunting with his brother his leopard had suffered not one, or two punctures, from kicks and antlers to its body, but five deep wounds that had taken weeks to fully heal from. The moose that foraged around the western and northern parts of their lands were powerful and they were territorial mammoth's that demanded respect and all of the Shifters in Ezekiels Clan gave it to them. It was only when the moose migrated around the mountains that they were hunted in preparation for the annual ceremony. Ezekiel felt a slight chill, because he couldn't logically place what or who had managed to kill so much game. He knew that not even a