Will Trent Book 10 Novels & Stories

King Treznor woke up in the middle of the night as his squire knocked on his bedroom chamber door. He put on his robes and ordered, “Come in.” Squire, “Your Majesty! Something bad happened.” Treznor, “Tell me what is it.” Squire, “The Chamber of the Ancients has been breached. The guards are dead. The Book is missing.” Treznor was shocked, “How is that even possible?! It was secured for centuries.”

Through the bond, she felt him start moving, felt his panic and determination as he raced toward the hospital. Hold on, his voice echoed in her mind through their connection. I am coming. Just hold on. --- Trent was deep in the forest with twenty of his best warriors, marking strategic points on trees and setting up hidden traps. They had been working for hours, carefully positioning everything so Marcus would not see it coming. "Place that one higher," Trent instructed one of the warriors who was attaching a silver net to a branch. "If he comes in wolf form, we need it at jumping height."

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)

Caitlin flew and flew. She had no idea where she was going, but wherever the wind took her would be fine with her. She felt as if she had nowhere to go, anyway, and nothing left to live for. Her beloved Caleb had betrayed her, and the only other person she cared for in the world, her brother, Sam, had probably betrayed her, too. After all, Sam had led Samantha, had led all of those evil vampires, right to her, right to the King’s Chapel. Was there anyone left in the world she could trust? Was it her destiny that everyone who came into her life ended up betraying her?

Mr Hendrick called out over the sudden din of books slamming and chairs scraping as everyone grabbed their things. I was shoving my notebook into my bag when none other than Trent himself strolled through the door, just as casually as if he hadn't been mysteriously MIA for days. As he headed toward his seat, Mr Hendrick just shook his head, already used to Trent's chronic lateness and lame excuses. I watched as Trent sank into the chair right next to mine , his gaze sliding my way. "Miss me, babe?" he asked cheekily, clearly back to his normal, charming self.

“You're nervous. You must be a new student.” “Transfer student,” I lied smoothly and quickened my steps, but the boy followed me. “I'm Trent, by the way. I just moved in from the Red Moon Pack, you?” I stopped abruptly and turned to him, realizing I wasn't prepared for the question. “Oh… I'm from… far away. Just a small Pack, nothing interesting.” I said and continued walking. He shot me a curious look but followed me. “Well, Silver Crest is a good school. Tough Alpha running it, though. My cousin says professor Duaine is a real hardass.”

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And for the first time in a long time, I felt something dangerous coil in my chest. Not fear. Excitement. I took a slow step forward, closing the space between us. “Fine. I’ll listen. But if you betray me, Moretti…” Nico chuckled, his eyes gleaming with something almost amused. “I’d expect nothing less.” I held his gaze for a moment longer, then finally nodded. I didn’t trust him. But I was willing to see where this led. And if Nico Moretti thought he could outmaneuver me… Well, he was in for one hell of a surprise.

Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim at, and making sure they never got back up. Traitors hid behind expensive suits and fake smiles, knives ready to strike my back. But they forgot one thing: I played by the rules until someone played me dirty. And when they did, the retribution I served was tenfold. No one played me for a fool and lived. The cigarette had burned down to the filter. I crushed it into the ashtray, grinding it until the ember died. The tray wobbled on the edge of the table. My hand shot out to steady it, but the booze in my system dulled my reflexes. It tipped over, shattering into a thousand glinting shards.

Forever. End of book 36