Waylon Twilight Novels & Stories

"Oh, I thought he is your mate or Endrich? Are you all partners here? Fascinating but it twists my stomach out of nowhere" "Donna is mine" another guy came. Donna smiled and approach the guy. "You are?" I asked gesturing to him. "Atreyu Windsor alpha of evergreen pack" then he is the other guy yesterday. "Nice to meet you all" was it nice to meet them? I'm glad to know them but seeing them forms a pain inside me that I can't explain. "What's that?" I ask when an eagle landed on Idris's hand with an envelope with it.

He had been observing the red-haired vampire as she spoke with the other female through the glass doors of the art gallery. “Mason!” Dylan phoned once more. Mason yelled out, "Coming," and started to move with the rest of the group. When Mason joined them, Dylan commented, "So, she was hot, you know, for a dead person." Dylan was a werewolf who was 37 years old and had stopped growing since he was in his late 20s. Like Mason, he was tall and slim, but when his dark hair wasn't tied back, it hung to his shoulders.

he sits me on his lap in the bath. “I love you, Wyatt, things will work out, I just couldn’t keep this from you,” guilt is eating at me even more than before. “I love you, my little wolf,” he kisses my forehead. “We have to get going soon baby, the Blood Moon is rising in approximately an hour,” Wyatt smiled. “Thanks for reminding me,” I growl, rolling my eyes. “That leaves me enough time to get your mind right back off of it,” he lifts me up out of the water, laying me flat on the cold tile floor, my ass at the edge of the tub where his face hovers over my pussy.

Whiskey. I kept running until I could see the lights of the village through the trees. I slowed down and kept low as I got closer to the edge of the tree line. I can hear the commotion echoing around the area, the barking and the growling all coming from Gunner’s house. I kept my body behind a large tree trunk and peered around it into the clearing. Gunner’s warriors had the half-breed and his pack surrounded and were ushering them to the middle of the clearing. I haven’t picked a good vantage point to watch the chaos unfold. My view is obstructed by the little houses lining the centre of the village. They stopped and held the half-breed a safe distance from the house. Gunner’s large silver

This was so that Twilight could help humanity if the remnants of the government managed to combine once more to combat the voice. Unlikely but not impossible. Twilight chuckled as he knew that was almost impossible. Ever since the apocalypse happened, he’s only seen a few outposts. And all of them weren’t under the control of the government. Twilight himself was a lone wolf. For some reason, he was better off alone. He was good at sneaking around and he was more likely to be caught if he joined another group. Eventually, Twilight sees the end of the elevated highway. Then he felt his stomach growl.

he asks stepping forward to get a better look at my face, I back up and with finding my lighter in the driver's seat, I light up a smoke and exhale to the right of me away from him. "It's alright. Nothing," I backed up another step from him as he stepped forward to touch me. Taking the hint he drops his hand and stays where he is. "I'm Jason, Jason Austin." He holds his hand out for me to shake. I take it carefully and shake his hand. "I'm Marrallyn Wheaton, nice to meet you." Boy, this guy yummy. "How old are you?"

The red car was gone, driven away by Leo. “Miss,” a voice called from behind her. Tara froze, her heart skipping a beat. The voice sounded familiar. She turned and saw a man with sandy blond hair and sharp features, clearly of mixed heritage. He looked to be in his thirties, with deep-set eyes and a prominent nose. His appearance was decent enough, but his gaze carried an unsettling mix of slyness and malice that made her uncomfortable. He extended his hand. “I'm Wesley Lima from Genovia.”

she heard a man's growl at her side which snapped her back to reality. Standing akimbo to her left side, Gabriel Loftgant tapped his feet on the ground, imposing an impatient stance, waiting for an answer to come. The supervisor was a big man with a protruding belly and thick brown hair that did nothing but to sharpen his overall look. His built wasn't less intimidating and the features on his face struck as a normal look of a fifty-year-old man.

Peyton asked me but I couldn't smell anything over the smell of my own blood hanging heavy in the air. “ No, what are you smelling?” I asked him “ It’s wolfsbane!” He replies, his voice laced with panic. “ That’s why my leg feels like it’s on fire. The trap is laced with wolfsbane. That means that whoever set this trap intended for its prey to be a wolf!” The realization finally hit me head on. Alpha Jackson’s POV “Andy? I need your help!” I mind link my brother “Peyton, what’s wrong brother?” He replies.

Waylon smiled and coaxed her, "No. You can go anywhere you want. I'm just afraid that you will feel hot..." Tracy immediately took out a large sunshade from her bag, waved it, and said, "I prepared a sunshade. I won't let Mrs. Swale get sunburnt, so please don't worry, Mr. Swale." Waylon was the mayor of Sapphire City. All along, Tracy knew that Trevor had been working for a big shot. Now she thought it was probably Waylon. Other than him, Tracy couldn't think of anyone else who could easily get Trevor out of this crisis and controversy.