Wattpad Bnha Novels & Stories

There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year. Social media accounts: Watpadd: swordofwhisper Dreame: sword of whisper Goodnovel: Marjo Ryna You can also message me at marjorhinah442@gmail.com for any inquiries. Thank you.

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“Well, this past summer there was this little dark-haired girl we picked up in Mexico, maybe twelve or thirteen years old. Just getting her tits. Anyways, she was fighting tooth and nail when we go her on board. He brought out his claws and stripped her clothing off, which usually makes ‘em cringe and try to hide but not this one. She just got angrier. She had her wolf already so she shifted and went after us. Even when he collared her to make her stay human she would shift just her teeth and bite anyone of us, even him! Well, it took four of us, but we pinned her to the ground and got her collar chained tight to the floor. Her food was just mush on a plate for her to lick off and there was

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)

“When we raided the witches' coven, we found a book about the soul stone. The name beside it was Nathaniel. There are plenty of Nathaniels in this country, but if this one is truly a vampire, he could be planning to steal that girl’s soul. Or who knows what else he is planning with that stone? We can’t allow him to keep it and trap someone inside it.” I couldn’t imagine someone or something being so evil as to trap someone’s soul so they could never move on and be at peace. The vampire and human servant I watched and listened to seemed like an average couple. They didn’t interact with people except for their one maid and a delivery man sometimes. And that was only the woman, Victoria. She wa

I recruited a biological weapon of mass distraction. He was a Tibetan Mastiff puppy, a fluffy, oversized cloud of charcoal-colored fur named Bane. At ten weeks old, he already weighed thirty pounds and had the territorial instincts of a warlord. My plan was simple: win over Leo and Luna, and provide a distraction so loud and chaotic that no one would notice my beard peeling. I led Bane through the service entrance, the puppy’s giant paws thumping against the marble like muffled drums. "Luna! Leo!" I chirped, the Jean-Pierre accent back in full, grating force. "I have brought a small... eh... souvenir from ze mountains!"

"Amy, come here! Tonight you're going back to the basement. You're not allowed to come out without my permission." Terrified, Amy clung tighter to my clothes. I pushed her behind me and gently coaxed her. "Don't be afraid, my darling. In this country, no one can harm you." "Bitch!" Isla spat. "Even if you drag in the highest official, it won't help you. Austin rules this city." "In that case," I said coldly, "things in this city are about to change." The words had barely left my lips when the roar of engines thundered from the distance. Dozens of armored trucks loaded with cash barreled down the street, making the ground tremble.

He handed me the books back, his fingers brushing against mine. The contact sent a jolt through my arm that I did not see coming. "You don’t have to leave. I didn't mean to startle you. I was just coming in to find a map." "A map?" "Bane has me running an errand in the north. I prefer paper to GPS. Old school, I guess." He adjusted the collar of his sweater, looking almost... shy? No, a Valak couldn't be shy. "Anyway... I feel like we should get a do over. Is that okay?”

My bedroom was messed up and I couldn't think straight when everything was trashy around me. Colliding on a comfortable couch, l opened up the book and began reading it. The pages were coming to my hand as the glue wasn't that strong but either way, Bane did a good job fixing it. The writing inside the book were mainly stories, non-fiction, about the horrible events that happened in the eighteenth century. "Is written by someone from the Redwood bloodline," I mumbled as Isreal’s shadow appeared at the corner of my eyes. "Do you know him? Simon don?"