Troy Otto Novels & Stories

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

"Hehe. Don't worry…" Troy sneered savagely. "I won't make a mistake, for the sake of my son and nephew's revenge." Pausing, he then sighed. "Shame that I lost Thunder, Bolt, Galen, and Blaze to Frank. He's more impressive than I thought." "Indeed." Kilian nodded as well. He was sure that Frank had completed Birthright rank at best, but he was now wary after Troy's men and his nephew were all killed.

“It’s only natural for her to…” “But that doesn’t make it right, Deloris,” Jeremy said firmly. “I spent the day with him yesterday. I saw how much he hated that restlessness. How about getting it out of the way once and for all? Huh? When has any pup’s shift been postponed to spare them the pain or prepare them? Troy is not a pup. He’s twenty-one. The earlier he goes through premier, the quicker he can adjust to it. Think about it.”

“It's okay Grace anytime, let's go inside shall we?“ Leo smiles as he leads us inside the restaurant. We took a seat and were waiting for the waitress to come take our orders when Grace started the introduction. “Hmmm, Tory this is Leo a good friend of Peter and Leo this is Tory, my friend and roommate” “It's nice meeting you Leo” I said looking at his small eyes wondering how he could eye clearly with those eyes. “Same here Tory” he replied before concentrating on his phone again. “I thought you said you were three, so where is the third person???“ He asked looking at Grace for an answer. “She is on her way, she was a little bit busy”

"Where is he? Aaron? Did you—" "No. Aaron is fine. He's alive, and well. I promise you that." "How can I believe a single word you say?" "You have to. You have to trust me right now. You can hate me later. Maeve is in—" "Danger? What the actual f*ck, Aar… What the hell is your real name? Who are you!" "My name is Troy." "Your last name?" "Black. Troy Black.." "What pack are you from?" "I don't have a pack."

Elton taunted as he joined Christian and me, with Otto in tow. “Ready for the torment of a Steelcrest social event?” Otto asked in their typical bored emo-esk tone. Some might think his broody exterior is just a front, but it’s not. At least not that I’ve seen. Christian and Elton have also told me Otto was like this, even as kids. It’s just who he is. Otto’s not opposed to having fun, or what Otto calls fun. He’s a stealth mischief maker. We bonded over politics, and he helped plan and execute a few anti-protests back in Portland when misogynistic fascists fucks dared to think their opinions and perspective of the bible should usurp someone’s autonomy.

“If you really mean that, then admit what you did. Tell the truth. Say you faked that tape.” The pause was long enough to choke on. Otto shifted, shoulders twitching under his hoodie. “That would ruin me. My reputation. My career. You get that, right? I… I can’t throw my life away like that. Just… think of something else. Anything else. I’ll do it.” I laughed, sharp and humorless. “Oh, that’s rich. You torch our lives, Cassie’s name, my career, and your solution is, what? Pick something on the menu that isn’t the truth?”

I whined. Troy seemed puzzled. "Who is Tyga?" he asked. "He is my mentor," I explained, "and he has been trying for years to make me be like him, saying it will help me transform into my wolf, but I think it is pure gibberish." "He's probably right, you know. I was a late bloomer myself," Troy admitted. "And yoga helped me find my wolf." I rolled my eyes, still not convinced. "I'm not buying that lie," I told him defiantly.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Marcus gets up to speak, he stays quiet for a few minutes. "Troy was not the perfect man, husband, father, friend or brother, but then again, who is perfect? I can say now he was far more perfect than many people I have met in my life. He made mistakes towards the end of his life; which lead to this point." His head falls, his body shaking more, I feel like I should go up there with him, but at the same time, I don't.