The Last Of The Mohicans Novels & Stories

Before the birthday party even began, Jeannie Collins cast her phone screen onto the large display in the private room. Then she started an anonymous poll in the group chat she shared with all our mutual friends. The question was simple: [Should I stay with my boyfriend to cut the birthday cake tonight, or go with my childhood friend to his movie premiere?] Thirty seconds. The countdown began. The numbers kept climbing. [Childhood friend: 17 votes.] [Boyfriend: 1 vote.] Everyone assumed that one vote was mine. Jeannie leaned back against the couch, glanced at the results, and smiled. "Majority rules." Marvin Snyder immediately slipped the movie tickets into her hand. "Looks like eve

A few weeks later, Dante's father sent a message through Augustus Voss: "The girl is no longer our concern—for now." Damien's father had negotiated a quiet truce, offering shipping rights to Moretti's ports in exchange for dropping the matter. But the old man's final words were, "We do not forget." I learned all this from Damien, who told me calmly over tea. "My father handled it. We're neutral, but we're not weak." He squeezed my hand. "They won't touch you while I'm here."

"That's a nice change. What happened?" "I saw Mia last night." I said it easily, without thinking twice, the way you tell a good friend good news because it doesn't occur to you not to. "We talked. Actually talked, for once, no yelling, no accusations. It was good, Claire. It felt real, for the first time in months."

Instead, I stopped by the market and placed an order for the following day’s beef bones. At 11 p.m., just after I finished my shower, another video from Bianca popped up on my phone. The thumbnail was a still from the kitchen video she had recorded that day. It showed my mother’s recipe page with the fresh tear running through it. The title was impossible to miss. [She Destroyed Her Mother’s Last Recipe Just to Force Me to Take Off the Ring]

Lila clung tighter to him, her smile faltering. Nana knelt beside me, her hand gentle on my shoulder. “Child, breathe through it,” she murmured softly, shielding me slightly from the worst of the stares. The pain began to ebb, replaced by a strange, buzzing power humming in my blood. The runes faded slowly, sinking back beneath my skin, but I could still feel them—waiting. “They will pay for what they’ve done to you,” my wolf whispered, her voice gaining strength. “But not tonight. Tonight, we survive. We endure. And when the time comes… we rise.”

Fast. Commander Mohawk was approaching, on his way to check the prize of his successful hunt. She hastily looked around. She looked around with clouded eyes. Commander Mohawk, lights, machines, pipes, floor, rat, blood, anything. Anything she could use as a diversion. She had come this far. She was already halfway to her rescue plan. There was no turning back now. She had to make this work. She had to escape this sniper-level monster in front of her.

Mj looked around with wonder as the scent of wolves from all different calibers of power and age swirled above the now bustling embankment. She observed in awe as very large, muscular young men and women ran around staking stings of lights into the ground. Moxie groaned, and his body language became restless and jerky as the silhouette of an elderly woman with lush white hair and warm but pale brown skin slowly lit up in the weak glow of the strung up light bulbs. As the craft came to a jerking stop, Moxie dove from the front of the boat and landed at the base of the shore, covering his shoes in swam sludge and soaking his pants up to the knees. Mj watched the woman in the rocking chair, th

All of it happened so fast that I didn’t even get any time to react. I turned back and saw Father, Coden and Liam had shifted too. They were fighting any rogue wolf that was chasing me. I saw Killian was heading towards my direction but he was tackled by Coden in a midway. Soon the reinforcement joined them and the battle between rogue and pack worrier started. Cole’s wolf picked the pace and he kept on running till we reached near a human settlement. ……………………

I chuckled and looked at him, “I am guilty.” “I can understand but your wolf is powerful among any of them. You need special training to control him.” the Alpha stated. “What do you mean?” “Onyx! In clear words, I saw your wolf. A black wolf!” “What is so clear about it, I mean I know I am a black werewolf. What is so special about it?” I asked him. Alraic looked at me with a stern gaze and replied in a serious tone, “you are the last of your kind, Onyx! The black werewolves were extinct twenty years ago but now you showed up.”

"Their actually my aunt and uncle. They took me in when I was 3. That's when my parents died." "Do you know anything about them?" "Not too much. They lived elsewhere, about a couple hours away. Their names were Felix and Sasha Moon. So I guess my last name is actually Moon, too." "Moon. That sounds familiar. So maybe your aunt and uncle are wolves too!" "Why would they hide this from me then?"