Travis Manawa Novels & Stories

In his pack he is training to be a hunter & on the border patrols. Travis: Travis is a resistance outpost leader. He is also a low class pureblood Vampire. He is the owner & bartender of Travis's Tavern. Travis has a background with Dmitri. He was in debt with him until he made a trade containing information he had that Dmitri was interested in. This also saved him from the Nero family. Because he was an easy informant, Zachary Nero was left to watch him until Jason's final decision on what to do with him. Most of his information comes from his two known cousins, Trent and the other referred to as a lunatic. Travis gives out the information about Charles's outpost to save his own life.

He's tall and he's also wearing the same uniform as me so I guess he's also a student here. "Yes?" I asked the man. "I knew it, you were Milo Callante." The man exclaimed and sat down next to me, I heard him panting as if he was just done running a marathon. "I'm sorry but do I know you? Um, do we know each other?" I asked the man with furrowed brows. "Oh jeez! How very rude of me for not introducing my name to you. I'm Tristan by the way. I'm a friend of Travis, I'm his beta." The man replied introducing himself but I just look at him with a confused face.

I mirrored back the smile. However, when we entered and I saw the man sitting at the head of the long table, my anxiety rushed back. Caius Tenebris stood up when we stepped in. His tall and broad stature was almost similar to Isaac’s. “Long time, Marcus?” He smiled at the beta who gave a terse nod and then bowed. “Good to see you, Alpha Caius.” He walked towards us. Unlike Marcus who was wearing a grey suit, he wore a beige button-up and black slacks. His black hair was back-brushed neatly. I tried not to gape at this handsomeness and despite being mated, I couldn’t help but appreciate his aura.

He took a long sip of his drink, his throat moving as he swallowed. "We manage," David said. "We find ways to remove the things that don't belong." The waiter came by and took our orders. Maya did most of the talking, telling stories about her classes and her friends. She was so happy, so oblivious to the war happening right in front of her. She laughed at something I said, leaning her head on my shoulder. I looked at David while she was leaning on me. I wanted him to see it. I wanted him to feel the weight of what we had done. He looked away, staring out at the East River, his hand trembling just enough to make the ice clink in his glass.

But he had obviously thought wrong. His body was uncommon now. It was the body of a budding Supreme, complete with a powerful physique and spirit. One stalk of Lover’s Whisper alone wasn’t going to be enough to dull his blood. It was a bit disappointing since that meant he might have to take several stalks of Lover’s Whisper to get half the reaction another would get from taking just one. And that meant that the many stalks he had weren’t that many anymore. But Mane was content. He would rather he was strong with such an irrelevant problem than if he was weak with this unusual headache solved.

Glimpses of the side characters of His mania ----------------- Hey everyone, hope you remember Trevor our dear third in command of our dominant hero AIDEN, so let's see what he thinks about the situation. TREVOR POV… I am Trevor, with no surname, I don't even know who is my sperm donner and my infant body carrier. I was a dirt for them, who left me on the street. But today I am not a nobody I am Trevor, who has everything a man could ever desire, women who throw themselves on me, money, cars, everything, still I feel incomplete.

Chris smiled and said, “Don’t worry. With me here, he doesn’t have any other option but to scram.” “Hehehehehe… And here I was wondering who it was. So it’s just Iris’s lover. You’re really amazing, Iris. I’ve only dumped you for two days, but you’ve found another wild man. You’re even more amazing than a public bus.” Relying on the fact that he had a lot of bodyguards, Travis recollected himself after that brief shock. “Brat, I’m the young master of Century Herb Pharmaceuticals, Travis Jensen. If you have some sense in you, beat it. Otherwise, I’ll show you trouble.”

Fear tortured my guts, it engulfed my conscience; thus, making me drastically exhausted. Minutes later, a man in blue and white stripped shirt strutted into the room with a tiger like tread. His black trousers were held by straps of grey suspenders, which ran over his small-shoulders. The pale light glimmered on his bald head as he halted in front of me; dug around in his pocket and brought out a cigar and lighter. He shoved the cigar between his lips, lit it and then took a long drag. Clenching the cigar between his cinnamon fingers he lowered his head and blew the cloud of smoke into my face. My eyes stung from the smoke; tears filled my eyes as I sneeze. Slowly he adjusted his round-shape

I will come back to you. I can't say all that to her. Not now. "I will, Nala, see you soon,” I say, as I end the call. I have to do everything real quick so I can go back to Nala and find out what is wrong. I go to Vivian, Carson's mate. He knows so much more about treating a lady than I do. Actually, I don’t think this is right. I also once had a mate, but she died two years after we met, and she was marked.

As I turned to glance toward the speakers, my eyes landed on a woman. She wore a red crop top and a matching skirt with a slit that ran high up her thigh. She looked like she was ready to party, not to work — her makeup was thick and heavy, her hair pulled up high. Black high heels completed the look. It was like she was more makeup than human. But then my gaze shifted to the man with her. I blinked, thinking my eyes were playing tricks, but he was still there. It was him. Travis. “Aren’t you supposed to be in the US?” I asked, stepping forward.