Trickster Dirk Novels & Stories

"I know I deserve to die. But destiny brought us back together. Please, give me one more chance, Serena… Selene…" He tried to pull me close to his leg, but I shivered with disgust. "Let go of me! You're crazy!" Right then, a tall man rushed forward and kicked Marvin hard. "Who are you? Get off her!" His fragile mental state made him collapse instantly, limp on the ground. I took the bracelet without hesitation. Alex Dunham stood protectively in front of me, asking if I was hurt. I shook my head. He was one of the game designers at my studio. I had headhunted him with a high salary.

Post after post, all painting the same picture: that I had cheated first, that he was just a brokenhearted man seeking comfort. This was Alaric's idea of "making me pay"? His little games had less sting than a mosquito bite. My best friend was furious but couldn't help laughing. "The best part? He buried himself. The old Alpha found out and put him on lockdown. Even issued a public statement — Alaric was the one who cheated, and your arranged mating was perfectly legitimate." I smiled. Not that the old Alpha even needed to intervene. Everyone knew Dorian was the chosen successor, and I was the pack's future Luna.

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

What's worst, was seeing her formally wolfless brother, turn into the most intimidating creature there was. They said he had 3 genes; Vampire, werewolf, and witch genes. A Tribrid. It was safe to say that he was the most powerful person in the supernatural universe. It was humbling, how one could go from 'nothing' to 'everything'. Even if I truly started to appreciate him as he was, I initially thought he was weak and useless to me. Now, that wasn't the case. Here I was, praying that the punishment meted out on my parents, would be merciful enough to spare their lives. And somehow, they had found themselves imprisoned by the very same man whom they thought was powerless.

“What is going on?” “That freak tried attacking Chloe and drinking her blood!” He grunted, no longer resisting me. I knew immediately that he was lying. Dirk was the most innocent of the hybrids because he was the kind of guy that cringed at the mere thought of hurting anyone. He might be as built as Luke was, but he was a big softy, which is why we all thought of him as a Teddy Bear. More than that, he has only ever survived on blood bags. The one time Zach had to feed him his blood due to an accident where he needed immediate medical help, Dirk had thrown it right back up. He was the reason that we kept blood bags on hand even out on the field.

Tom said before Nick smirked. "That's Dragomir for you, Rambova. You better remember that we can get our talons to sink deep inside your bones if necessary," Nick said as his eyes were turning black as his inner Demon was rising, wanting to protect what is considered as its protection. Tom looked before he nodded at Nick. Then, the duke's familiar blue eyes were there as Nick was patting Tom's shoulder before the duke excused himself to meet with the young queen. Ian knew that Nick will be trying to convey what the earl just talked about and hoped that his cousin will do something about it. Ian sighed.

He stood over Ryker, his chest heaving, his eyes blazing with triumph. "You underestimated me," Tristan said, his voice low and deadly. Ryker glared up at him, his face twisted in defeat. Director Arlo appeared, his expression impressed. "Well done, Tristan. Your skills are unmatched." Tristan's gaze never wavered from Ryker. "This isn't over." Ryker's snarl was lost in the sound of approaching guards, come to escort him away. Tristan's wolf still simmered beneath the surface, its presence a reminder of the power that lay within.

"I was wrong to challenge you, Logan!" "Nah, don't call me by my name. You aren't on my level," Logan said smugly, copying their tone when they first arrived. "I have a request for my mistake, Master Pearce!" Dirk exhaled. Logan let his foot go. "End my life! Kill me so my master can avenge me!" Dirk cried, his tone dripping with hatred and menace. "Kill The Norn members and me present here in front of everyone. His fury and vengeance will reach all of you—even the children!"

Tricc's hand closed lightly around his swollen shaft as a third finger was added. "Are you alright, love?" Dirk nodded eagerly to Tricc's question. Although he felt a slight burn and feared he might not be fully healed yet, he knew he wanted this. He could take it; nothing hurt that wasn't of the natural. The Lycger pressed deeper into the tight channel, thrusting slowly in and out, twisting and scissoring his fingers, reaching for his mate's sweet spot. Finally, Tricc felt a fingertip nudge against the gland. With deliberate slowness, he stroked. Dirk's cry was a sweet, dulcet sound, and Tricc shamelessly exploited the Lion's jewel. His reward was Dirk pushing back on his fingers, mindlessl

Dirk had a lot of talent. He was not yet fifty years old and yet he was much stronger than Blaze. If he continued to grow, he might have a chance to reach Mason’s level. Unfortunately, he had no chance. If Blaze could get him to join Falconia, he would be a great help to their plan of dominating the world. “You talk so much nonsense.” After Dirk said that, he moved in front of Blaze in a blink of an eye and punched him in the face. Bang! The loud sound could be heard again.