The General's Homecoming Novels & Stories

Hugo said, “Samantha, take this dog away now!” “Get out of here!” Violet joined in. Samantha started crying as she tried to drag Adrian away. However… “General Summers is here!” a voice came from outside the gates. “What?” “General Summers?” Violet was excited when she heard that. Everyone else was shocked. General Summers was here? The general who was Battle Warrior Lucas’ right-hand man, and the man in charge of Swallowston and the areas south of it? “Quick! Come with me. We have to go greet him!” Violet got up and hurried toward the door.

The elderly man inside the spacious, impressive, and even intimidating military-themed room ignores his army greeting and salute. ”Bien, my boy! I couldn’t believe that you really are visiting me here at the base! It’s been eons since you’ve come here!” exclaims The General as he stood up from his expansive classic mahogany executive desk and walked over to his only nephew with sinewy arms wide open. “Welcome, welcome! So how’s your father?”

"Tell the team to prepare the jet. I must go to L.A.” I muttered and Nuel froze. "L.A.?” I I could hear his disbelief clung to the air, but since he knew better than to question me. He simply nodded and dialed the number immediately. My mind spun like the stormy clouds. Clair stubbornness making me miserable. And I wonder how a single night of pleasure could binds me to such curse,with the fragile human who messes my whole thinking up. The enemy pack’s ambush too, and the elders’ secret meetings. Rumors are already slithering around like a cursed flames.

**Homecoming** The familiar scent of home—the faint aroma of Claire’s lavender candles, the comforting smell of old wood, and the lingering hint of last night’s rain—filled the air as the Hayes family finally stepped through their front door. Despite the exhaustion from the relentless chase and the constant threat looming over them, the warmth of their home brought a fleeting sense of safety. For the first time in what felt like ages, they were back where they belonged. But the sanctuary of their home was tempered by the reality of the battles still ahead.

Kim thought her cousin had finally lost her mind but she couldn't help the bubble of laughter that rose up in her chest. ''No''She said still laughing. ''Well, I tried'' Sam said standing up to leave. ''Sam, did my mom put you up to this? I thought after all these years and everything she's done to make me come back she'd finally give up''. Sam shrugged. ''Aunt Tasha has always been a never say never person, but no, she didn't. I just thought that perhaps you miss home, we did have the best time of our lives growing up didn't we?'' She said with a fond smile that lit up her face. ''You've stayed away for far too long sister, don't you think it's about time you come back home? And who knows,

"I've thought it over, and it's really not appropriate for us to live under the same roof. I'll arrange for a caregiver to take care of you and handle your daily needs during your recovery." Alyssa's expression soured instantly as she muttered, "We grew up together. What's inappropriate about that?" Charlie didn't go back and forth with her. He offered a vague excuse and ended the call. He sped down the road, unable to restrain his eagerness to see Yuliana again. Only now did he realize how intense the longing for someone could truly be. But when he arrived, the villa was shrouded in darkness. No lights were on, and the house felt eerily still.

Her sky-blue eyes were alive with emotion and wet with tears. The queenly lady glided forward, her gaze devouring Wiley’s face. Her voice was hoarse when she whispered, “Daughter?” Without warning she threw herself in Wiley’s arms, shaking her head as if she couldn’t believe her eyes. “Rihlia! You’ve come home.” Wiley stiffened and shot a panicked glance at Jasmine, who shrugged her ignorance. Her mother had certainly never wept all over her. Besides, Jas seemed distracted by the blond man breathing down her neck. Wiley recognized him as the one called Fallon, the man who’d stumbled on her camp with Jayems and Keilor. Whatever his business had been, he seemed to be back, and he really, reall

He ordered, “At ease.” Then he added with a wave of his hand, “Fall back.” The soldiers withdrew to the perimeter of the estate, giving the guests more space. One soldier assisting Norman remained by his side. Another one carried shopping bags behind him. “Nathan, please. I’m not getting any younger,” Norman said. “I want to meet your wife and great-grandchildren. Is that so much to ask?” The general’s words left the guests with many unanswered questions, but one thing was clear: Nathaniel Thorne was his grandson, and the wife he referred to was most likely Serena.

It's been ten years since I followed my fated mate, Grace Murphy, into the human world. Her childhood friend, Fred Williams, is dying. His one last wish? To experience marriage. Grace said yes. She told me she wanted to give her wedding to Fred. I didn't cry. I didn't fight. I just smiled, slid the ring off my finger, and handed it back to her. She brought Fred home and said she wanted to give him a home. I said, “Okay,” softly, and stepped aside—clean, neat, no fuss. She wanted to take Fred to Hawaii—the honeymoon destination I'd been dreaming about for years. I still helped her book everything, calm and composed. The day she boarded that plane, I finally answered the summons from my pack.

"I believe you need to stay here for a while?" "Yes, until I find a convincing way to step down as the General." Nathaniel nodded with a straight face. "Don't take too long." Katherine thought that there were nicer ways to say 'I'll miss you' but Sam seemed to understand nonetheless, as a deep smile craved into the wrinkles. "Of course, your Highness." Suddenly, it knocked on the door. "General! General, there is important news from the Capital!" In no time at all, Sam's appearance transformed back into the sturdy, brown-eyed General that protected the icelandic border. His roar was loud enough to reach through the stretch of the room and the thick oak door. "Enter! Report!"