Troy Vandegraff Novels & Stories

he asked turning to Grace standing beside Tory. "This is Grace, my friend and roommate and you better get that idea out from your head Humphrey" Tory quickly added knowing how Humphrey nomally behaves. "What idea are you talking about?" He asked as he let's out a crooked smile. "But for real you school here??" He asked. "Yes I do, I study biology education" Tory added as he helps her get on the fence to sit. "That's nice, I just also moved here not to long ago, at least we get to spend time together" he whispers into her ears, holding her hands.

Troy began, but was interrupted. "Hey, hey, hey. What's going on?" Graves came down the stairs cautiously, his golden robes brushing along the floor, his eyes flicking between all of us. "Is everything all right?" When he noticed Troy's bronze scaled skin, his eyes glinted. "I don't know you." "Take the wizard," Scotch shouted, reaching for him. "Sharra wants him as well. He will be a great asset to the cause." Rave came at Graves.

he says. “You aren’t in Maddie’s life; I don’t know who the hell you are, nor do I care, but you won’t be leaving here,” Drake says. I can tell he is mind-linking his warriors to come remove Troy. I want more answers before that happens. “Who do you work for?” I ask Troy. He laughs, “I work for a powerful man. One who wants Maddie and in turn will take Red Moon Pack,” he concludes.

Troy was either a great actor or he just really could not give a fuck about being here. “What can I do for you, Alpha?” he asked. “I have a few questions that you’ll answer truthfully or face severe punishment. Each lie you tell will add to that punishment. Do you understand?” Troy looked between Kade and I before nodding his head. I knew the look on his face. It was one of cold calculation. He was the type of person who thought he was smarter than everyone else. He was a manipulator. The boy would be in for a world of hurt if he tried that bullshit on us.

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.

It's chilly outside. Troy mumbles as we step out into the cold. "Trent's dad is such an asshole, no wonder Trent is an ass..." Troy drapes his hand around my shoulder. "Oh, you've met Tyrone already..." I tilt my head. "His dad lied about the drug test." Troy gasps. "What!" "That's so cruel! How could he do that to his son!" Troy stares at me. "Why are you so invested in Trent's business these days?"

"Who's that lovely young woman standing next to you, Troy? Isn't she a doll? I don't see an engagement ring on her fingers, Troy. What's the matter with you? Is the rumor true? Are you really gay or something?" Troy cleared his voice and said, "Sal, this is Miss Lewyn. I work for her now." "You're working for a woman now?!" Sal stared at Troy with an incredible look on his face. Troy narrowed his eyes and said, "Mind your language, Sal. This is the new VP for UniHealer. Don't you watch the news on TV?" "Watching the news on TV? I've got better things to do." Sal took a glance at Troy and said. Then he turned to me and said, "Miss Lewyn, what happened to you? Why isn't there a ring on your fi

Even with the confidence of his friend by his side, he still manages to protest what his superior says. “Why not the barracks?” Troy’s voice is low, but not dense enough for Vlad to ignore the indecent and crude response from his lesser. The teacher’s shoulders lower and he turns back around to face the two pre-young adults. Those hazel orbs stare back into Troy’s own ruby pool eyes. “I would hate to see you with those barbarians. You would be forced to go places unprecedented for a young boy like yourself. The training is grueling, hard, and unforgiving. That is not the life you want, Troy, believe me.” Vlad leers over to the vision of the double-wide doors and releases a small huff from h

"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.

But I grinned, and shook his hand. “I’m Troy,” I said, still trying to figure him out. Magic, definitely. He wasn’t too tall, about five inches shorter than me so just under six feet. He had long blonde hair, obviously spent a lot of time in the sun. He had weird tribal looking tattoos that seemed interesting. He had purple eyes, which I hadn’t even known was possible. But then again, everything about this school was the impossible. “Nice pile of bricks here. I guess it’s just us so far,” he asked, looking around.