World Trigger Books Novels & Stories

Not even the guards would survive in it for very long. “Here,” he whispered as he motioned for us to join him. We scurried to where he stood and he pointed at the corner of a trap door peeking out from beneath a ratty braided jute rug. I pulled back the rug while Luthias raised the trap door. Gwendoline stood ready to blast anyone we might encounter when the door opened with fireballs. To our surprise and relief, the passage was empty.

Xavier 's pov I was sitting in my office library engrossed in my work . Different cases require different references to various clauses and sectons of warewolf penal codes . My library consists of multiple books ranging from legislatures,civil law books to historic fictions. You name a book at it will be here in my library. I got up from my seat and searched through the multiple shelfes looking for the red covered book which has a case similar to the present one at my hand.

Chloe's POV I thought I was just having a wet dream. I was floating in the heavy, warm darkness after spending half the night writing one of my erotica books. My body was stretched out on tangled sheets and I was wearing nothing but an old cotton T-shirt that had ridden up to my ribs. I thought the book I was writing was affecting my dream because someone was sucking my pussy in the dream. I felt a tongue. Slow and deliberate. It slid from the bottom of my slit up to my clit in one long, dirty lick.

I ranted before gasping and covering my mouth. “Twice?” Hap said with a scowl. “I know about the time in the trailer, but when was the other time?” “I don’t know why I said that,” I stammered. “Well, you need to think. If he did something and then erased your memory, we need to take action. Werewolf sperm takes hold like fungus and grows just as fast.”

“I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP. KNOCK IT OFF, OMEGA, I DID NOT COME HERE TO CLAIM YOU. NEITHER DO I GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU AS MY MATE.” Then he was gone. He disappeared into thin air. Does he have super powers? What was going on here? The next day, I woke up hearing the furious voices of the clan. I looked at my bed, surprised at how shocked my sweated body shivered. Wait, Eyolf was going to be killed today. Else, I wouldn’t be hearing the voices of the wolves cheering so loudly. I jumped out of the bed and ran towards the hallway. I could smell and sense the wind. It smelled of smoke.

This book is part of a series called The Forbidden Series. Book 1: His Forbidden Goddaughter (Complete) Book 2: Her Forbidden Desire (Complete) *** Hello my beautiful readers! For those of you that don't know, my books are considered ‘steamy’. This means that they will be filled with lots of detailed steamy scenes. This book specifically will have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, drugs, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This is a mafia book, so without the violence, drugs, and alcohol, it wouldn’t really be a mafia book. LOL. I will try to have trigger warnings as much as possible, bu

V I am Ana, a rogue werewolf who has been on the run for years. I refused to follow the rules of my pack and their strict code of conduct, always longing for the freedom to live my life as I wanted. Becoming a rogue wolf seemed like the perfect solution, but it turned me into a fugitive, always running and never having a day of rest.

Seeing how much I liked him, Dad reached out to the Twilight pack to discuss an arranged marriage. But after I was abducted and my face temporarily disfigured in that fire, Easton had heartlessly broken off the engagement. It wasn't until I got engaged to Andre that Dad—hoping they'd value and cherish me—offered the Twilight pack a stream of trade deals. That was how the once insignificant Twilight pack rose to power so quickly. I knew the Twilight pack would neither give up those benefits easily, nor would they let me go without a fight. But I also wanted to make them regret everything they had done to hurt me.

Residue. Nothing. Whoever they were, they were a ghost. But I wasn’t. I slid open the bottom drawer beneath the bookshelf and pulled out my field pack. Old habits. Old gear. A biometric scrambler. An EMP charge. A coded flash drive. An unregistered phone that hadn’t seen daylight in years. I stared at it. Then powered it on. No number. No contacts. Just a signal ping. Weak. But enough. I sent a message—a single pulse across a dead network to a contact I hadn’t spoken to in over a decade. It would take an hour to bounce through enough relays to be untraceable. But once it launched, it was out.

Then he added, almost gentle, almost cruel: “But let’s not lie to each other — you’re not ready to obey safety yet.” The berry sat between them like a dropped match. Damian turned and walked out, not hurried, not triumphant. Predators don’t need to look back when they know the woods follow. Lila exhaled finally. Her fingers trembled… not from fear. Storm wind rattled the windows. Inside, something else rattled her ribs. Not desire. Not yet. Awakening. Some doors don't open. They realize they were never locked.