Thrall Diner Novels & Stories

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

"Would you have preferred the front lawn where every nosy pack member could see?" The sounds of confrontation reached us before we rounded the corner—snarls and threats carried on the night air. The scene that greeted us was chaos barely contained: pack guards with hands on weapons, Cosmos looking ready to tear someone's throat out, and a lean man I assumed was the thrall, standing beside a covered cage with an insufferably smug expression. "Any of you come closer," the thrall was saying, "and I'll make sure it's the last thing you ever do. Step. Fucking. Back."

Thunk! A sharp, bruising impact slammed into my shoulder, jarring me from my thoughts. My head snapped up to see a blonde-haired maid, her lips curled into a contemptuous smirk. She offered no apology, simply swept past, her disdain a palpable wave. Nothing changes in this place, I mused, a familiar resignation settling over me. Shoving aside the sting of the insult, I pressed on until I reached the colossal oak doors of the dining hall, flanked by two impassive knights, their armor gleaming under the light. "Announcing Crown Princess Thalia!" a thundering voice boomed from within, the sound vibrating through the thick wall. With a synchronized movement, the knights heaved the doors inward.

The cool sweet water cools my throat, slakes my thirst. Finally, I stand in front of the ...packhouse? ... from which the aroma comes. It's a strange sort of packhouse. The front is glass and I see people gathered at tables inside. Not very secure. A bright pink neon sign above the glass doors says 'Diner'. I push my way in and I see the now-empty pot which still smells of that mouthwatering stew. Behind it stands a Witch. And on a table to the side sits Silvia--with strange metal in her face, her hair shorter, but still Silvia!---whose hands are held in the giant paws of a ginger-haired werewolf who smiles at her and leans forward to whisper .... what? What is he whispering to my Silvia?

I notice the Beta and Thellues both exchanging looks as they both speak in unison. “Hey!” “They have a burger that is to die for! You won’t be disappointed.”Thellues spent the next fifteen minutes telling me about how this place has a burger that’s infused with bacon and how he and the Beta always come here when in the area. I just stared out the window as we left the territory. I’d never been this far away from the packhouse before everything was different. Everything was much more colorful. After about an hour we come to a complete stop in front of a cute Riverfront diner. Thellues climbs out of the back seat and makes his way around to my door; he opens it and extends his hand to help

The heavy steel door of our private car was blown off its hinges. Five figures stepped through the smoke. They wore ancient, rusted crimson armor, their eyes glowing with a sickly, corrupted red light. They weren't ordinary vampires. They were Thralls—undead puppets controlled directly by the pureblood magic of the Progenitors. They held jagged, obsidian blades dripping with a corrosive acid meant to stop a Lycan’s healing factor. The lead Thrall lunged, moving with unnatural, jerky speed, aiming his acid-laced blade directly at Killian’s chest.

Thorne points to a crooked stone building with a sign hanging over the door. "The wick inn, a bit lacklustre isn't it?" Dante points to the sign, his brother nodding in agreement. "Now isn't the time for a drink, we need to see the oracle and get out of here as soon as we can" I argue. Thorne places his arm around my shoulder. "Relax my love. I don’t know where she is hiding and what better place to find out. Drunken loose lipped witches"

"Hell, when I first marked Adira we stayed locked in the cabin for days. We didn't even realize we ran out of food until we finally wore ourselves out, and that was just the two of us. I can't imagine how much energy three of you would have." Fitz sat across from Dimitri at Gracie's Diner, sipping his third cup of coffee. "It's kind of hard to stay naked when you're afraid the Order will bust down your door and kill your mate." The smell of greasy burgers filled the air as plates and glasses clinked against each other. The diner was filled almost to capacity as nearby residents of Bull Creek and Holopaw filled their bellies with lunch. The bell dinged by the pickup window as plates of steami

She glanced around the immaculate kitchen, taking in the copper pots hanging from the walls, the fresh flowers on the countertop, and the sound of her mother humming a gentle tune as she expertly flipped pancakes on the stovetop. Her father, Thorn, leaned back in his chair, watching her with a fond smile. "Are you excited for the celebration tomorrow, dear?" he asked, his deep voice resonating with affection. "What... what kind of celebration?" Ravenna asked, confusion clouding her features. Thorn chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Why, dear, it's to celebrate your recovery, of course! You've been through so much these past few months, and we're all so grateful that you're finally

For all he knew, or cared, Paul could quit because of his lack of interest in Paul working out in his new position. “Sure Bill. Whatever you say.” Thank heavens he didn’t need to come in first thing in the morning. Paul probably would like to see some of his pack and get to work with them. “I better go. So, I can catch him before he leaves for the day. Anything else?” “Yeah, so what is with the magically returning tavern owner?” Bill couldn’t even get the type of business correct. A tavern was more like a restaurant that served alcohol. A bar was a drinking establishment that might sell snack type foods.