Tyberos The Red Wake Books Novels & Stories

In my state of utter depletion, I forced myself to believe that everything crazy about tonight—from the solid chest that appeared in front of the truck to the wolf ears in the mirror—was nothing more than a toxic hallucination. On the borderline between consciousness and coma, I faintly felt the warmth of Nanny’s hand as she pulled up the blanket for me. The room sank into a quiet darkness, but amidst the rumbling thunder outside the window, a whispering voice, trembling and laced with dread, slipped into my fracturing subconscious: "The late Madame's seal... has finally broken. The legendary White Wolf bloodline can no longer be hidden..." The sharp creak of the medical kit being tightly gr

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

Red leaves swirl unnaturally in a spiral. Ceres (gently): "Nya? Can't sleep?" Nya (quietly): "It's not asleep. The fire. It watches." Ceres (concerned): "Watches what?" Nya: "Me. You. The blood. It's waking something it buried. And it doesn't want to stay dead." Suddenly, a ripple of heat distorts the air around her. The sigil on her chest glows red-gold. Maera rushes from the tent, eyes wide.

] Kimberly: [Okay. Before leaving, she placed the new agreement beside the old one from his nightstand. On the desk, with both documents side by side, she picked up a pen and wrote down three words in a flourish: [As you wish.] Then she wheeled her suitcase out, leaving for good.

She allowed her senses to slide back toward the twilight state… Suddenly, her consciousness was navigating a heavy tundra sled alongside Lucas. Their vanguard was crossing uncharted frost-valleys, moving over snow-paths her paws had never registered before… The toxic aura of Tyler Brooks was pursuing their track. The instructor was piloting a massive, multi-wolf siege wagon, attempting to ram their lighter transport off the precipice… They were driving their mechanics at terminal speed, desperate to outrun the threat… No matter what jagged pass or pine-locked gorge they selected, his tracking network consistently intercepted their coordinates… Finally, his massive war-wagon materialized dire

Scratching the back of my neck, my cheeks reddened as I looked away from Al's naked torso, "W.I.K.D is closing in on us, they set camps at night, move fast during the day," I swallowed hard, "And how do you know this?" Amber inquired, she didn't even try to hide her bitter tone, I thought long and hard, realizing I didn't get her name and she did mention not to tell my friends about us ever meeting, I wish to honor that request, she did save my life, twice, "I— I was out catching my breath when I pick up a scent.... blood, so I— followed it... They have humans as some kind of prisoners, doing bloodletting to lure us in. And—" I paused,

His parents were silent as they contemplated the meaning. “ We need to find out what is going on. What is your next plan?” asked his father. “ A meeting of the alphas have been scheduled tomorrow. We will meet and discuss our next move” replied Damian. “ Okay. Let us know if there is anything we can help you with” said his mother before they stood up and left the room. Damian rested his head on his chair and closed his eyes. Is the kidnapping of witches and the killings of wolves related? and why is it only female witches with red hair and within a certain age range that are being kidnapped? And what role has he got to play in all of this? he wished he new the answers.

CHAPTER TWENTY: Rise and Shine Sheila Ramsey was the nurse on duty when Bernie Wilson woke up. She wasn’t supposed to be. Teddi Gibbs was on the schedule, but she claimed to have come down with some kind of stomach bug and said she couldn’t possibly come to work. Janice had pulled Sheila in because technically it was one of her on-call days.

Luna left the room and Tyler continued to show me how everything works so I could navigate my way around. "There are some dirty entries in there." Tyler snickered, glancing over at the large, old book in front of me. "What!" I looked up at him. "Like what?" "Flip to page 157." I quickly did, dying of curiosity. As soon as the book was laid open, my hands flew to my mouth and I gasped. "Holy Artemis, it's an illustration of two wolves doing it." I burst out laughing. "Why is that in a medical book?" Then I looked up at him. "Oh my Goddess, and you memorized the page number!"

Content Warning: This story contains descriptions of mental, physical and sexual abuse that may trigger sensitive readers. This book is intended for adult readers only. Monday, January 22 (Cole’s POV) It’s the jarring of the bus as it turns off the main road onto the gravel drive that wakes me from my slumber. It’s been a grueling twelve hour ride from my home pack, Red Fang, southwest to Crimson Dawn. I’ve heard rumors about this pack. Both from those who have visited through the warrior prospect program and just the general rumors that float around about every pack.