The Hat Man Story Novels & Stories

"Naturally, as Hati became the enemy of the wolves after he ate the moon, this pack had been declared a threat to all packs. Thus, the war started...and it continued after two centuries." She sighed. "Even though it was a children's bedtime story but it was more of a nightmare for us, seeing that we were born in the Skollist pack, right, Lady Rosaria?" "R-Right." ‘Sometimes, Hati. Hearing these stories made my faith waver. Yet, I know you are there to help us soon.’ ‘Because as I've said to Father Gossep, I sensed that you would be back to save us all.’ ---- “What took you so long?” Lord Varick was already at the entrance hall, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed. He had this ever-pres

Her long butterfly wings-like lashes fluttered constantly, as if calling their attention to feed their eyes of her beautiful face, that was dolled up with makeup, making her look ridiculously stunning. Yes! She liked getting all the attention, yet wouldn't tolerate a pass on her. They are free to look but shouldn't think about touching. .... Meanwhile. Inside a luxurious mansion, a man named Harry, light green eyes and jelled black hair, was seen sitting inside a big spacious living room. His eyes looked malicious, as he was getting reports from the guys he sent to assassinate Olivia at the event. He was Smith's younger brother, Olivia's uncle. A young beautiful girl around Olivia's age was

“Johnny get your wrinkly self over here, your stupid bell is not working again!” Icahbod frowed. “Is a woman bearing the name Johnny in this century?” “No, why would you ask that?” “You said we were coming to meet a woman.” “Oh yea, he is the one who will bring her to us, she is his daughter but you have to see the father first.” “Oh, ok.” Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter.

the woman whispered to a man in a red hat who was holding an unconscious man in a black three piece suit. From the look of the man who was currently lying on the floor, Via could conclude that he was a rich man who was about to be robbed. The man in the red hat was trying to pull the wallet from the rich man when suddenly the blond man’s hand grabbed the wrist of the man in the red hat, making the woman gasp and back away slowly. “I told you to do it quickly! Damn it!” cursed the woman while taking out a knife from behind the clutch that had been in her grip.

John started to say something but as soon as my cold glare reached him, he froze. "From now on, don't you dare call me that. Its Mr Hayes for you from now onwards. If my Granny's health wasn't at it's stake, I would have kicked all you out from this place." "Ch… Mr Hayes… Eva betrayed not only you, but us too. We are sorry for…"

my breath hitched and I looked up for the first time and my eyes met with the beautiful blue ones, void of any emotion. How can someone look so beautiful and inhumanly gorgeous? My heart leaped and I thanked god. I feel grateful, I am grateful. A sad smile formed upon my lips. I tiptoed and wrapped my arms around his neck causing him to go stiff, I brought my lips closer to his ear and whispered-- "Even your hatred is mine now, Abram." And kissed the corner of his lips. *** He grabbed my waist, squeezing the flesh harshly, and I held his shoulder for support but he jerked my hands in a swift moment. He leaned closer, bringing his lips closer to my ear, enough for me to shudder.

The man smiled and decided to continue with his ridiculousness. "Hm, what shall I do with such a lovely flower? Shall I put it on my head?" Zan stuck the large flower on his head like a hat. The creature nearby giggled. The man was encouraged. He marched around in a circle. "Yes, I think is look quite dashing!"

“I am curious of the reason for this act, sire. Care to indulge me?” The other cloaked figure, the one distinguishable as a man, turned around. His cape swishing in the air as he turned. “Just do as you’re told. Don’t make the same mistake as you do in the tomb,” the man said, then he vanished into thin air. The pointy hat chuckled and kept on making those light balls float around the quivering mandrakes. Fire began lighting up on one of their leaves. Present time.

The hat man and calm lady move aside to let the maroon suited man stand in front of me. Dense and weird. His aura is so different. I have never felt anything like this. The waves emanating through his personality are strong. It makes my head throb. Concentrate! I snap back to reality and find a pair of black eyes hiding under rimmed specs observing me. "Who are they?" He asks. "We don't know, Sir. This girl here is saying that they are new year students." The man wearing a hat speaks up as if trying to impress his boss.

It was hella hard to take him seriously between that and the Christmas Carols he had made one of him men turn on which he sang karaoke style. Was this fucking real life? But Amber wasn’t fooled by his surprisingly not bad singing or childish games. The Hatter was a dangerous man indeed. She had heard the stories about him growing up in The Fringe. Enough to give you nightmares and her mother had threatened her with getting a visit from The Hatter when little Amber had the nerve to wake Krystal up at three in the afternoon because there was no food in the apartment. Mommy Dearest said The Hatter would eat her covered in syrup starting with her toes. Amber didn’t doubt that cannibalism was som