Three Pure Ones Novels & Stories

At that moment, it suddenly got quiet on the other side. "Who interfers my call?" Lucian's voice suddenly came through. "We don't know, maybe we accidentally connect it to..." There was a sound of footsteps on the other side, and soon the background restored quiet. As I made another call, Lucian answered at once and there came his gentle tone, "What's wrong with my dear Luna? Can't you fall asleep for the thunder?" "I am in a pack council meeting and will come back soon to accompany you and the pup, ok?"

More carvings of gods were present in the shrine than before. "What could this big pot be here for?" Alex wondered, as he saw a big clay pot. It was almost filled with water. "Here we are, Ogundele. This is where you are going to be reborn as a true man. This is where your new journey will begin. This, is the beginning of a new dawn for you. For the umpteenth time, do you accept to carry the cross bestowed upon you?" "Like I have a choice." Alex grumbled.

I watched her expression shift from surprise to joy as I continued, "But I will never forgive you. Not now, not ever." I continued watching as her face slowly turned pale. Then, her spirit gradually faded away. "Dad," I whispered. Then, the spirit that had hidden away cautiously appeared. I looked into his hopeful eyes and said, "Thank you for what you did, but it's too late." I shook my head. "Let's not meet again." With that, I began to drift away. Everything was finally over. I felt a lightness in my body as the heavy stone on my chest vanished. The chains around me broke free. I could feel the warmth of the sun and felt the gentle breeze of the wind.

We've been looking for you for so long. Upon hearing the plural, Pure looks around confused. Sum removes everyone's magic, and one by one, all the companions materialize. Pure jumps with joy, turns on himself, and jumps some more. Lucifron strokes Pure's gray fur, and when Pure's blue eyes look back at him, he asks. - How's Gary? “I’m sorry you can’t listen to me. Stupid Gary is still stupid. But he is improving.” Pure yelp. - Can I talk to him?

“Yes, I am sure.” And she screamed again, this time it was longer than the others. The wind blew loudly and then there was silence. A very deep one, and just then everything stopped. The storm, even the battle. It was almost as if the earth held its breath, waiting for something that was to come. And then they heard it, the child cried, it was high and clear. It was the cry of something new. The Pure Alpha has been born. Tristan held his son, his hands shaking, eyes wide, his breath stopped. The child’s eyes were open, glowing slightly with silver and gold. His skin is warm. His heart was strong. Isabella lay back, tired with tears streaming down her face.

My family believed in democracy. Every decision was settled by a family vote. Dad, Mom, my brother Dylan Conley, and my sister Tessa Conley each got one vote. So did I. The problem was, four against one meant I never won. During my junior year of high school, my brother wanted a new computer. The vote was four to one. The money I'd saved for three years of tutoring was gone. In senior year, when it was time to submit college applications, I earned early admission to Northbridge University, but Tessa cried and said she couldn't stand the thought of me moving so far away. So the family held another vote. Dad pinned my application form beneath his hand. "Majority rules. You're going to

The only thing that came was his text. [I'm sorry, Selena. I got tied up with something. Just hang tight at home for me.] Meanwhile, Melanie sent a photo from an unknown number. It was a snapshot of Henry's back, and her message was a punch to the gut. [Selena, looks like I've beaten you again. Remember what you promised, and give my husband back!] Tears spilled down my cheeks once more. Was it all a sham? Were his efforts to win me back nothing but a charade?

Adeniran at regular intervals to make sure she was okay. Every step Muhammad took as he walked towards his car brought the image of Caroline and her mom to his mind. Whoever the monster was, he was going to make sure he did his best to nab them before they killed another lady. His boss had given him four weeks to find ‘The First One.’ The psycho now had five bodies to his name. Muhammad hoped the body of the killer was going to be the next and final one.

He tapped his chin in thought while resting a hand on his hips. "Trina said it was a guy. A guy. If we take a closer look, the prime men around Miss Blair are, Calvin Cartier, Raiden Kingston, Aaron Andrews, Miguel Andrews and Ki Jun Park. All of them have a clean record and no motive. Moreover all the fingers point towards her," he tapped a picture using a long, slender stick. "Cinderella's evil step mother, Martha Andrews. So where did this man popped up from?" "Why don't you just ask Trina? Save your brainstorming for later." Trina had seen the face of that man, so anyone would think that was the most sane way to expose his identity.

Girls were weird sometimes. “It’s the second statement, sir,” Ibukun said. “As you taught us under Concord, a singular noun takes a singular verb. The phrase ‘One of the women’ refers to just one out of the many women that work in the market, so it should take the singular noun ‘has’.”