The Creeper Man Dawn Kurtagich Novels & Stories

“Oh Pyros… is it really you? Am I really seeing the Night Walker in person?” The childish excitement on Rush’s face had been unexpected. The man was as bad as Ignacio was when it came to things they adored. For some reason, those violet eyes sparkled unnaturally with a goofy grin on his much-chiselled jaws. It was ludicrous! “No, this is the Day Crawler. Of course, it’s the Night Walker! Put some snow down your shirt and chill. I’m as normal as you are.”

Clutching onto my chest, I fell on the ground again. I could barely breathe. The pain in my chest was unbearable. Yet, no one had mercy on me. The man who walked up to me, sat on a chair right in front of me and leaned closer. "I am Alpha Oliver Cougar. And this is the Dark Crescent Moon pack. Now that you know where you are, do you submit to me or not?" Alpha Cougar's question left me surprised for a moment.

When the breeze caressed my skin and the sun warmed my nose, I actually felt a small sense of joy. The helicopter landed in the field at midday, the propellers spinning until they finally came to a standstill. I eyed the black chopper and wondered if I could figure out how to operate it. If I had access to the internet, I could teach myself in a few months, but Crewe made sure I couldn’t access anything. That bastard. One of his henchman, Dunbar, approached me at the cliff, wearing black jeans with a gun on his hip. I didn’t trust him. He was unpredictable and impossible to read. I could get a reading on Crewe’s emotions, but this guy wore a mask.

How the hell did that happen? Having no time to process these sudden unexpected mind link powers, I ran and jumped as high as I could muster, at the nearest tree. Clinging onto a branch with all my strength I managed to climb up on it before the rogue beneath me attempted to pull me down. Seconds later the rogue was shot dead by someone in the bushes opposite. I screamed in panic but then out jumped Ben and Daniel in their wolf forms along with a few of the warriors. Ben's wolf was beautiful, thick black fur and and he was extremely strong. Taking down the remaining rogues easily in a matter of seconds. We were finally safe but Ben was furious to say the least. They quickly changed back to

What was important was the pleasure that drowned them. Xurden knew how transactions worked there. That’s why they looked for the man who works under the magician while standing on the side. He found the man easily because of his purple hair, even though the lights were turning on and off. That man was pushing his ass to the crotch of a muscular man. With a wave of his hand, Xurden directed his assistant. He hated that kind of place because it reeked of human desire. But he didn’t have a choice. Marco listened to him without a word and went to the dance floor. His assistant slipped through the people dancing and reached the curator.

I was about to be in a room with three men. My hands shook as they walked in the living room. David entered first, then a taller, muscled man behind him. He had short dark hair, almost as short as a buzzcut, with these beautiful bright blue eyes. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans and just his cut, no t-shirt on underneath, showing off the array of tattoos he had across his chest and down both arms. “Hey. It’s nice to meet you.” He said, “I’m Creek. I’m Ink’s VP.” David must have told them not to come close to me because Creek didn’t try to shake my hand, I felt a bit rude, but I was grateful for David for telling them.

They scrambled by to try and barge through the already crowded staircases, only adding to the human wall the Creations eyed off. “You right down there?” someone called from the stampede and lowered a hand towards me “they can still find you, you know.” “I wasn’t trying to hide from them” I grumbled back but accepted the help, peering up at my savour. The man was young, with a clean-shaven head and pale skin carved with scars. His white shorts and black and white buckled boots were the only items of clothing he wore. The twisted, gouged mess of his body was on show, but the man didn’t seem to mind. His bronze eyes were locked onto the blocked exits while he held his chin in thought. His blink

While I was still on the ground struggling with my inner dilemma, The Creepy Thin Man walked over to a table and poured two drinks. “Maybe a drink will ease your mind?” He held out a glass to me and took a sip from the second. I slowly got to my feet and approached him drawing out my movements as much as possible. I took the glass and couldn’t help but notice I was trembling. The liquid was bitter and brown, but I down the whole thing like a shot. I was definitely going to need some liquid courage if I was going to make it through the rest of my night. “Another glass of that and you might even enjoy tonight. I am Sir Alekzander Duggar, but in our private company, I would like you to call me

The doors slid open with a racket as hundreds of gangsters with machetes poured out. They surrounded us and glared at the scarred man and his crew. "What's this? Did Mr. Amos hire another gang to do his bidding too?" the scarred man muttered. A man in his 30s stepped out of one of the vans and bellowed, "I'm Jackie Cruz of the Dragoons! Which one of you motherfuckers tried to lay hands on Mr. Grimwald?!" He kicked the scarred man, sending him sprawling to the ground.

“G-Grim Reaper?!” Lightning Tiger was surprised to see the man. Chills ran down his spine instantly. Jeremiah Reaper, the man who killed Gabriel Black, Cronus’ strongest fighter. Lightning Tiger was horrified. His legs turned weak and he almost fell on his knees. Jeremiah extended his broken sword to Lightning Tiger’s neck and lifted his chin. It was just the tip yet it managed to stop Lightning Tiger from kneeling. “Don’t kneel here. Go kneel at the hospital. You still have half an hour left.”