Whitty X Hex Novels & Stories

"What's your wolf's name?" “Hex,” Hawthorne answers automatically, his hazel eyes glowing bright green. “My wolf’s name is Hex.” Of course it is. A witchy wolf for a hybrid pup. “And does Hex have an opinion about this?" Hawthorne's eyes close as he communicates with his wolf. "No. He doesn't want to go rogue, but he doesn't trust you, alpha."

“I accept. Please leave him, don’t hurt him.” “Raise!” Hexa commands her in dominating tone. She did the same with tears-filled eyes. “I won’t welcome any denials.” Hexa told her while passing his sharp look and she nodded her head instantly and he continued, “You won’t hear his voice anymore.” “Please, don’t do that. Please...” Mrtyu pleaded with fluffy red eyes. Hexa stared at her and raised his right index finger to collect her falling tears. He closely observed the teardrop with his piercing eyes, “This drop is more valuable than any gems. Do you think he is worthy of this thing?”

On the upper part of the painting, something is written. He who conquers the universe chosen solitude. Envious people shout his all alone. Am I alone? He asks and watch as people more succumb in darkness. The words written on the lower part of the painting is 1-7-16. For that one person who let me hitch was written. The approach him and ask if he is enjoying. "Who paint this?" he asks still looking at the painting. "It was painted by a volunteer, yesterday." The organizer said. "His name?" Damian asks again.

The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice. "Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted.