The Outlaw Noble Salt Novels & Stories

He wasn't the rogue Alpha, because the rumors had mentioned his eyes to be dark and lifeless. “Apologies,” Alpha Kane gave a clipped bow, “the bitch needed more training to be docile.” He patted my head like he was caressing a dog. The man passed a satchel of gold coins to a guard who offered it to the alpha. Gold, up to a hundred marks, was in Alpha Kane’s hand. His side twitched into a smile, “She’s all yours.” The man grabbed me up and Alpha Kane seemed to shoot me a look that said, You know your role.

Pain flared up my side, but I swallowed the wince, forcing myself to straighten. Laughter echoed around me, cruel and sharp. I didn’t have to turn to know who it was. His smells of cedarwood and sweat gave him away. Ronan Graves. The future Alpha. The golden boy of the Bloodmoon Pack. And the boy who had made it his life’s mission to remind me that I was worthless. His tall, muscular frame loomed over me, dark brows arched in mock amusement. He was every bit the Alpha-in-the-making—commanding, effortless, untouchable.

"I need someone to help talk me out of trouble when I inevitably find it." "As if that's ever worked," he mutters, but there's resignation in his voice. "What's our story when we reach the outpost?" "We're traders scouting new supply routes, concerned about reports of unusual activity that might disrupt business." I pull out a simple leather jerkin and sturdy riding clothes—nondescript attire that any moderately successful merchant might wear. "Captain Merrick commands that outpost. He's loyal to my father personally; we can trust him with the truth once we arrive."

Consisting of a quick but loving kiss and a hug. I heard them all start their bikes and I watched on the camera as they all pulled away and left. I just smiled as I finished my drink and started wondering... What the heck was I going to do today!? _________________________________________________________ (for some reason my previous note has been deleted) So, As you can see from the new title, this book is now called ''book one'' in ''The Outlaw Chronicles''. I have planned out a further two books. I can't release the titles yet as it might give away some idea of what is going to happen in the books before it (such as book two can give away what happens in book one and book three can tell yo

Without a glance back, Blake swiftly exited the cabin, leaving Liza behind in a state of trepidation. Outside, Blake found himself surrounded by Glenn's men, their hostile presence closing in on him. Without hesitation, Blake placed his fingers to his mouth and emitted a piercing whistle. In a mesmerizing display, he swiftly transformed before their eyes. The men, albeit also undergoing a transformation, were unable to match Blake's lightning speed. Evading their grasp, Blake bolted away, their desperate pursuit trailing behind. However, fate intervened as Blake's pack arrived on the scene, intercepting Glenn's men and engaging them in a fierce confrontation.

While talking, right now without any mistake a person gets inside the greenhouse and soon the chief and junior gets there and started to surround the place. And then slowly the chief gets inside the greenhouse and finds out that this place is really bigger than any other greenhouse and also something is not quite right around here. Then soon the chief finds out that there is a hidden door near his foot and soon he starts to get down without waiting for his junior. After reaching down, he finds so many weapons at that place, and also there is a heavy stench around the place.

And then he speaks. “I couldn't be mistaken…” he says slowly. “She looks exactly like a girl I know so well...Salt.” My blood runs cold.

“It has to. After tonight, Samantha won’t just be hated she’ll be exiled.” The Accusation A sudden commotion erupted in the heart of the Black Ridge Pack’s territory. A loud, panicked howl split the air as warriors rushed toward the sacred storage chambers—where the pack kept their winter supplies of food and medicine. Bags of dried meat and medicinal herbs were scattered across the ground, some torn open, others drenched in water. The strong scent of wolfbane, a rare and deadly plant poisonous to wolves, lingered in the air. It was enough to make some of the warriors recoil in alarm.

Her eyes followed Orun’s every move, her heart pounding like a war drum. From beside the fire, Orun retrieved a small, dark-glass jar. He began to chant, his voice low but thunderous in its weight. “From the bones of my ancestors, from my own blood, let a shield be made. Nihil nocere potest. Darkness that seeks to harm, fall back. Lux et terra me protegat. In this sacred circle, I remain untouched!” His hand dipped into the jar, pulling out what looked like crystalline pink salt, and with a sharp flick, he cast it into the fire.

The Salt-Armor Protocol Kael understood. The Iron-Kin were experts in digital and mechanical warfare, but they didn't grasp the Void-Salt-the "Dead Matter" Elara had mastered. Salt was the ultimate insulator. It didn't carry data. It didn't hold a charge. "Sarah! Roric! If you can hear me, get to the Salt-Caves!" Kael commanded through the failing comms.