Romans & histoires Waylon Twilight

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--- Colt sighed tiredly as the gates of the holding facility came into view. The trek from the blue mountain pack back to base had been made excruciatingly long by the dissent by the men in the back of the lorry ever since they had left. Neither he nor the other agents riding with him had paid them much attention. It wasn’t the first time they had endured the kind of crap prisoners tried on to either make life difficult or to try and cause trouble. Then there was the fact Colt nearly thought they weren’t going to make it out of Wyoming. The truck had struggled to gather any speed initially and it had felt like someone, or something, had been holding the truck back.

"Waylon couldn't hold back, huh? Perfect! He can test the waters for you." Brantley shook his head. "It won't work. Waylon is no match for him." "Oh? Are you planning to make a move yourself?" The woman cast him a sideways glance. Brantley remained silent, but his gaze locked onto Gideon, flickering with a subtle glint of light. Back on the plains, the wind howled, carrying the lingering scent of blood. Waylon locked eyes with Gideon, frowning as he declared, "Waylon Annel, young lord of Warbringer Gate."

The moment he confirmed that I put on the seatbelt, he hit the gas and we revved away from the hospital. “Care to explain? This is not some kidnapping attempt, right?” I asked. “Oh, yeah. Right.” He reached out for something in the compartment of his car and handed a picture to me. “That’s Xavier Hawthorn. He is that guy I told you about. He is a mercenary with no master. Just pay him and he will be your loyal dog for as long as you can.” “A mercenary, huh. That means that his master is money itself. If someone else pays him more than I could, then he would surely turn against me. What a great suggestion you have here, Kyle.”

“It doesn’t bother us honestly. She is my fiancé. Soon, she will be part of the Hall family very soon, that’s it.” “You aren’t that bad. I must say you are better than most of my family members.” He smiled. “I’m glad Lyra will hold your hand for walking together in the future. She can’t get anyone better than you.” This was out of the blue, but I liked his honesty. Unlike other McCoy, Owen talked with logic and facts, which I liked excessively. He was a man of wisdom and great understanding, different from his older brother, who was only fascinated with fists and violence. That man didn’t know how to use his mouth for talking, but was an expert at swinging his hand on other people’s faces pe

On the other hand, Dustine's life never been so wonderful there's always fighting and chaos everywhere he looked but because of Dawn and their kids, Solana and Kiran which means 'sunshine' and 'ray of light', they're indeed the brightest gift for them even though they preferred hiding in darkness. Darkness where they found each other's comfort and hide the identity that in reality won't ever be accepted and remain as fantasy. They were once afraid of light and always will be, but if it's the light that gave for them they will never want to hide in the darkness of pain, silence and fear. They wanted to be sought by Solana and Kiran's light forever and conquer the darkness that pushed them int

Rest well my mentor, they both smiled and parted ways immediately. Then King Pontius and Willard left Stormie since he wanted to be alone, and they headed back to where they were having their Little banquet. As they were going back, King Pontius decided to try the wisdom of Willard to know if he was in his right senses as well. There's something special about this Prince of Twilight pack, hope you know and can you tell me what makes him exceptional among the other Alpha in the world? Well, my king, honestly speaking, I don't know where to start from, but from what I have seen so far,

EDINA POV It’s hard to tell when it’s day or night in the Twilight Court—always hovering somewhere in between, caught in that breathless moment before the sun tips too far or the stars take full command. But when the air cools just enough to sink into your bones and the wind whispers like it’s trying not to wake something—that’s how you know it’s evening. I shift in the satin sheets, stretching slowly. A weight anchors me. Rhaenan’s arm draped across my waist.