Urbain Novels & Stories

While we were all required to take French in school, I had never quite picked it up. “Bonjour, Alpha Blake and Beta Lucas. I’m going to assume you have news,” Alpha Antoine greeted us in his French Canadian accent. “Good morning, Alpha Antoine. Alpha Blake speaking. One of my patrol officers has informed me that the scent from an unfamiliar werewolf pack was discovered just outside the borders of our pack. We’re concerned that our pack might be being cased. Do you have any information on your end?”

Killarney, Ireland, 1840 Kian O'Braonain was the best friend anyone in the world could ever have. He could run as fast as lightening, climb like a cat, and hit a bird with a stone from twenty yards. While Aaron seldom had a chance to play with his friend now that he was older and had more responsibility, his Ma usually didn’t mind if he walked home with Kian after mass, and the boys would spend several hours running around the base of Torc Mountain, tossing stones in the lake, or running through the village scaring the chickens and the cows.

He went on and on for minutes before lifting a glass of wine. "Let's make a toast to new friendships, new deals and to Taurus AT500." They all raised their glass. When he dropped form the podium Marcellus directed her towards him." That's Henri Knight, owns Taurus car company." Marcellus spoke. Mr Knight who had been busy discussing with a few people sat on a chair with a raven haired female beside him and a glass of scotch. "I must say your cars are exraordinaire." Knight, turned to face him."are you a lover of the Taurus collection?"

I looked up at him. "I don't want to eat you. I want you to be my personal cook, however there is something else I want from you as well." Before I could even ask or speak at all Brian too my hand in his and said with a smile on his face. "I want you to be mine, you are kind and sweet and caring and compassionate. And oh how I bet you would make u the most beautiful children ever. I want to fill this big caslte with children. Soon we can have them have their own wives or husbands and we will have this castle filled with children again. We will keep the cannibalism in the family of course. How it will be fun for u to capture people and eat them for dinner every night. You never know how good

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And now, just like that, he was tossing me aside? You want me to be fine with this?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Damon smiled softly. "Ravina, we are living in a time of peace. As the next Luna, you have to have a good heart. Be kind. She's your sister. You have to understand. Once she's dead, I'll make you my Luna. Just give her this." Amira coughed softly. "I love him, Ravina," she whispered. "I always have. Please... let me have this."

He sounded very unimpressed and, as usual, bored, "Mr. Minnette had showed me his designs today for one of his clients." I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion, feeling frown lines etch themselves onto my forehead, "I'm sorry but I'm not sure I know who you're speaking of." He sighed in what sounded liked deep frustration, voice turning deeper as he said, "Jaxon Minnette, ring any bells?" Face palming myself due to my stupidity, I quickly said, "Oh, what about his designs?" "He had mentioned that you had helped him with it," Gunnar mused in what sounded like disbelief.

The beginning of a new year is still in a rainy season and it’s hard to predict the weather. I smile and introduce myself in a proper way, “well, I am Issa. Nice to meet you. Yeah I thought rain hasn’t stop somewhere there, over my way I saw people wearing raincoats yet it’s already stopped here” nice catch. It’s a good chit-chat about the weather. “What’s your name? I asked again “Oh, just call me Vincent. I am from Economics” he smiled while introducing himself. I saw what he ordered on the table: a coffee and french fries. Well, I really don’t know what to say again this time.

She swore she heard Gamma chuckle as he dropped his prize at her feet. The years slipped by, marked not by birthdays but by growth. At two, Cerebus was larger than any farm dog. At five, he dwarfed shepherds and mastiffs alike. By ten, he stood tall as a Great Dane, muscle rolling beneath his golden coat, each head sharp with intelligence. To strangers, he was nightmare made flesh. To Ellie, he was still the trembling pup who had pressed three noses into her jacket that stormy night.

He had learned early on that Lune was sensitive to many things, and he wanted to be the rock she could lean on during this transformative journey. Arlo started by creating a safe and nurturing environment at their home. He transformed a corner of their shared bedroom into a cozy nursery, painting the walls in soft, calming colors. He chose gentle pastels that would evoke a sense of tranquility, far removed from the turmoil they had both faced. Arlo spent hours assembling the crib, meticulously following the instructions, and testing each component to ensure it was secure and safe. It was an act of love, a physical manifestation of his dedication to Lune and their child.