Trickster Mode Novels & Stories

it's not late yet, I can still fix it. I have to fix this and this time, I wouldn't fail.

Smack-stroke. I’m gasping, my hips twisting on the mattress. The sensory input is chaotic. Hot and cold. Rough and smooth. "Activate the toy," Alpha commands. "Pulse mode. Max intensity." "Wave mode," Beta argues. "Low frequency." The vibrator inside me—which I haven't taken out since the coding session—glitches. Buzz-BZZZZT-hum-BZZZZT. It’s erratic. It pulses violently, then drops to a purr, then spikes again.

the voice taunted. John let out a low hiss as he shifted back into his human form. He clenched his hands as he recognized the voice of the dark warlock. He stood there, not even bothered that he was completely naked. "Well, unlike you, I go and get my job done myself," he said with a low growl. "So stop hiding, like the coward you are and come get me," he challenged. Feeling the loss of packmates, together with the blood and destruction around him, had snapped something in John—his Luna mode was now fully activated.

I almost never transform so I have no idea how to fight with it' ##############

“Not necessarily. In a mob, there are too many people involved. Let’s take the case of Douglas. If we kill him, his men will take over. We will have to start from the bottom again - track them down, find out their missions, spy on them and then take the necessary action. By this time, we’d have caused more damage already. Which is why we wait until we get access to their roots. “In Douglas’ case, it took me two years to earn his trust. He trusts me blindly now - almost. This way, I can find his roots, his main target, his processes and his men involved. Once I find that one thing that will shatter his power, that will be it. Ultimately, that’s what we aim for.” I arched my brows in question,

He reached to the table next to him and answered the phone, smiling as he listened to the message. “It’s finished,” he said excitedly. “The tracking device we’ve been working on is ready for testing. Lawrence and Brian are bringing it over this afternoon. I’d like for you to test it out for a while, if you don’t mind. Besides, it will be fun locating you when you hide from me.” “When have I ever hidden from you?” “Never, but you will today. I plan on making a game of reward and passion out of it.” “Pervert,” she smiled.

Stefano blathered on, studying Tristan's hard expression with the composure of someone who was more than convinced that he had won. Tristan had noticed this before. Stefano liked to shift back and forth from his human to his wolf form in battle in order to talk. Destroying his opponent's resolve with his words, making sure that they doubt whatever moves they plan to do next. It was good a tactic. One that Tristan could use against him the next time they face each other. Because there will be a next time. Tristan wasn't going to die today.

I shout, and we both laugh. I have really missed this, 'us.' "Race you," I say, and run behind a tree and let my wolf out. I start running, and I hear him shout from behind. "Hey, no fair." "Haha!! Take that," I mind-link him. We can do that because we are still in the same pack. "Oh...game on," Jordan says and then lets his wolf out. Before I know it, his wolf is beside mine. "Woah...you're fast."

I had so many questions. “Take it easy, it took me like three weeks to figure out I could walk through walls.” He sits in front of me and starts to laugh. “I can’t believe it. One was my best mate all along.” He chuckles. Not that I asked for it, or thought I’d ever want it, but the idea of having powers and abilities could be very fun, as well as risky. “I figure that your mark relates to your power, from the news they say everyone is different. Mine looks like a circle which is half degraded. Hence, Phasing – disappearing.” I look down at the sun that now sits on my chest, “I guess we’re not going topless to the beach this summer?” I chuckle. Axel looks relieved.

he responded, clearly trying to bargain with me. “ Mr. Shopkeeper Mo, even if you don't want to agree, how about considering the long-term benefits? We are a family of hunters who just moved here. If we establish a good relationship, we can bring you quality furs for future cooperation,” I proposed cunningly. This sly old fox, I thought to myself. He believed he could outsmart me, but he was mistaken. He didn't speak for a while, and I maintained my smile, knowing that in negotiations, silence can be a powerful tool to influence others.