Taming Your Gremlin Novels & Stories

"I'm giving you five seconds to leave this room!" "What the hell! Why do you want me to leave? You suddenly stopped JM's car earlier and dragged me here, and then now you're telling me to leave? You even left me standing outside, how dare you?" I asked confused and disappointed. "Because if you don't leave right now, I don't know what I can do to you!" He said through gritted teeth before closing his eyes. "Your scent is killing me, your touch was driving me crazy that I wanted to make you mine right here, right now! So you'd better leave, sweetheart, before I lose control of myself!"

Ginger steps forward, taking over the rest of the speech. “They went crazy, lurking in the night as the beast the evil witch read them to be. A bear, a family of tigers, even an elephant. They were enraged and had no control over our abilities. That is until I stumbled upon them. Their fury was as red as my hair, but I saw fear in their eyes and gentleness. I realized I could tame them. And it’s with my aid that they can transform. My magic keeps them under control.” Ginger says excitedly.

"Zenios is not weak. We just happened to have a better Alpha. An Alpha who rules his pack with mercy and compassion... The things I can clearly say that you lack." As if I hit the wrong nerve, Calgary turned to me again with a smirk on his face. I fucking hate that smirk. It was like a silent warning that a storm was about to come my way. "You think your Alpha leads his people the right way? You think those shits will matter in the real world? Well, then prove it, pup." He removed the chain on my ankle before he towered over me like a confident beast. "Run, pup." He bent down until his minty breath was already caressing my cheek. "Run as fast as you can, because you're gonna regret it once I

“I’d love to quit entirely. But I promised her mum, and now I’m trapped. And honestly, Amy doesn’t even care that her grades are auditioning for horror movies. She hates homework. And books. And numbers. And me.” “Wait,” Ann asked, “how did Amy’s mom even find out you had good grades?” I exhaled. “My big mouth, that’s how. Long story short: she overheard my Dad and me talking about my grades. Next thing I know, I’m a Thursday tutor.” I hugged May tightly. “I’ll make it up to you. Please go out with them. Distract your mind. Laugh. Take pictures. Overshare. Talk their ears off. You need it. Oh, and send pictures. Lots of them.”

If Celine wasn’t around, I doubt that Duncan would have lasted long on his own. “I’ll lead.” I yell, still keeping a close eye on the gremlins. Their drools are evidence of their cravings. “Duncan, you take the middle. Celine, take the rear!” I take the opportunity of having my back facing my friends in order to let out a menacing aura from my wolf that pressures the gremlins to clear our path. Unfortunately, with their numbers increasing, some of them are gaining the courage to strike. I still manage to fend them off as we go. We just need to head back to the headquarters so we can call for some reinforcements and get some salt to paralyze the little monsters.

I can feel myself start to sweat. Wait,nope,aiming for a badass transformation here.If I can become Usain Bolt then Jean Grey shouldn't be too much of a stretch right? I close my eyes and focus on my breathing.I can feel the warmth of the sun on my face,the gentle sway of the flowers brushing against my nightgown.Beneath me the ground trembles and in the distance my ears pick up the rumble of what sounds like a hundred hoof beats.Oh man,oh man,I didn't even get a chance to have one last sip of coke,or finish the final season of Friends. I start to wring my hands,furrow my brows.My stomach chooses that moment to grumble furiously and I immediately begin to think of all that scrumptious food i

“I can’t stop this.” Thalen’s heart hammered. Her fear was more dangerous than her power. “You can stop it,” he said, voice low but unshakably steady. “Not by fighting it, but by grounding yourself. Breathe. Focus on me.” But she was slipping. He could see it. The glow beneath her skin brightened. Energy crackled around her feet. And the temperature of the entire room rose. A storm of power built inside her chest. “Thalen… move.”

I thought harder, trying to keep the image of my teeth becoming canines in my head – I opened my eyes. They were wide with terror. “Priestley,” I hissed, “nothing is happening.” “Look, maybe if I show you it’ll help.” He held out a hand; it slowly started to morph into a wolf’s paw. Then the speckled fur receded and his human hand returned. “Just like twitching your fingers.” I held out my hand. “That’s it,” Priestley encouraged. “It’s second nature. As soon as you find your flow, you’ll wonder how you couldn’t do it before! Now, copy me.” He flexed his fingers. “Hold it out flat. Now envision exactly what you want to happen.”

His blond hair was tousled, and a cream moustache formed over his upper lip as he sipped his coffee. “Ready?” he asked as soon as he saw me, his gaze lingering on me more than necessary. I was wearing shorts and a tank top. I was ready, but to lick that cream from his lips. I swallowed and nodded, stifling my unwarranted emotions. We drove to the training grounds in his jeep in the north of the pack grounds As I walked into the training grounds, nerves rattled my belly. The area was massive with stone floors, wooden dummies, weapon racks, and it was filled with muscle-bound wolves sparring in groups. Some shifted into partial wolf form, some in human form.

"Whatever you feel... it might be intense. The contact will resonate through the mark on my neck. Don't fight it. If you fight the sensation, you'll create friction, and friction creates heat we can't afford. Just let it happen." He nodded once, a sharp, decisive movement. I closed my eyes and reached inward. The current was right there, sitting just beneath the surface of my skin, vibrant and restless. The thirty-nine days of grinding training had worn away every layer of doubt and suppression. My mother's technique settled into my hands with the natural weight of a well-worn sword. I reached out and touched the Tethering. It was nothing like the iron block.