Wheatley X Chell Novels & Stories

Ritian's breath stagnated on a blunder. Cheel advanced on him. His smile deepened as he lifted his shirt. "Ritian, I think I know now how to make you say yes..." Ritian didn't need another lead to make him understand what Cheel was planning to do. He dodged a few steps backwards before pointing a finger up. "Cheel! I don't plan…" 'To sleep with a murderer!' "Plan to what?" Cheel's eyes moistened. "You like this. We did this before. I know how you like it. I won't move."

Yardos waved his hand dismissively. James got to his feet, bowed to Yardos, and excused himself. After he had descended Mount Blithe, James soon arrived outside a small wooden cottage. As James reached out to open the door, he could hear Waleria’s voice coming from inside the house. “Once I enter the Chaos Rank, the first person I’ll issue a challenge to is definitely going to be that snob, Yardos Xagorari! We’ll see which of us is stronger then!” Waleria’s voice rang with indignation.

Charcoal suit immaculate, silver fang pendant glinting at her throat, expression calm as still water. To her right: two pureblood representatives—Darius Welch’s father, Lord Harlan Welch (silver hair, cold blue eyes, voice like cracking ice), and Lady Amara Voss (Elara’s mother, auburn hair pinned tight, crimson lips pressed into a thin line). To her left: two human-rights delegates—Dr. Elena Reyes (mid-40s, sharp brown eyes, former Swarm medic) and Marcus Hale (late 30s, dark suit, quiet but unyielding).

Mellisa's POV My heart pounded so hard in my chest, it hurt so bad. I rubbed my hand against her face gently, cuddling her close. Tears streamed down my face. “Aiden, please help!” I screamed through the mindlink. “What's wrong, Alpha?” I could feel his concern through the mindlink. “Intruder! We have an Intruder! Tell Dr. Freda to come here immediately, Cheryl's been shot with silver and wolves bane.” “Who's Cheryl?” He asks, confused.

The private elevator chimed down the hall. My stomach did a little flip. “Shit—cover it. Now.”Jared didn’t waste a second. He grabbed the velvet cloth and tossed it over the easel just as the studio doors swung open. Chelley walked in, looking flushed and glowing, like she’d just taken down an enemy army, Her hair was a bit messy from the wind, chin high, eyes sparkling with that victorious energy. She looked damn good. The second the doors clicked shut, I crossed the room in a few quick strides.

The werewolf grunted. Katherine met Cheryl back in 9th grade after Cheryl moved to Quebec, Canada from Australia. Katherine was being manhandled by the school's queen bitch, and Cheryl stepped in and punched the whore out. The two girls had been joint at the hips ever since. “Cherry, quit fucking around. You know I've been killer horny lately,” Katherine sighed. “The guy I met last weekend — umm, what's his name again? Barry or maybe Larry, shit I can’t remember his name, but he just didn't do it for me—Maybe I just need to meet the right guy.”

"That is impossible; Darryl can't be the murderer!" Huh? Chester's constant interruption fueled Xenia's anger. 'This person has an evil aura! He's obviously from the Ghost World! What's he doing with Yennie?' Xenia judged Chester in her mind. Then, she turned to Yennie and asked, "Yennie, who is he?" "He—" Yennie bit her lips and looked at Chester coldly. "He is Darryl's eldest sworn brother; he was forced into a soul contract with the King of the Dead—"

Tyler swallowed his mouthful of eggs and added, “Nalia, Chelsea, Tora, Isolde, and Cheyenne pulled off the impossible. Charlie figured out how each of their Guardian powers worked together, and—poof—evil vamp queen disintegrated.” Rheya’s eyes lit up. “That’s incredible! Gods, I wish I could’ve been there just to see her face when she realized she’d lost.” “Same,” Kensavion muttered. “Bet Cheyenne had something memorable to say.” “Oh, she did,” Tyler smirked. “There were at least three F-bombs, one eye-roll, and some kind of dramatic pose I’m pretty sure she practiced beforehand.” Rheya laughed. “Sounds about right. And how is everyone now?”

From afar, Ulrik and Velda stood atop the battlements, surrounded by wolf warriors. Velda gazed at the training ground, her mint pheromones laced with sulfur. "Look, someone's challenging Adelaide," she remarked, her slit pupils narrowing with excitement. Despite the distance, Ulrik recognized the challenger—Ellen, the Ironthorn Army's formidable "Frostwolf's Claw." His cedar pheromones suddenly roiled, and a low growl escaped him, "Ellen." Velda said with interest, "Ellen's one of the stronger warriors in the Ironthorn Army. Wonder how long Adelaide can last under him."

The Southern Alliance had arrived. Through the dense mist, the frontline of the rebel army emerged. Nearly two thousand wolves, their fur matted with sweat and dirt, packed the narrow canyon floor. At the vanguard walked two giant wolves. One was an massive, ash-furred beast with bloodshot amber eyes—Alpha Colton. Beside him was a dark, scarred wolf with ragged ears—Alpha Jaxon. Behind them, wrapped in protective silver-plated armor, rode a carriage carrying Cheryl, her face twisted in a mask of anxious ambition.