Youngblood Chronicles Novels & Stories

The catcalls had stopped making him uncomfortable a long time ago, especially from this group of girls. At seventeen, Angel was already an impressive six-foot-two. He was very much following in his two older brothers' footsteps. Although it was nice to have the instant admiration as soon as he started high school, there were times he resented having to live up to his brothers' legacies. He had the looks, the build, the popularity but, unfortunately, not the grades.

then they walked back to the living room and sat beside Therese. Together, they looked at the window and saw tons of fireworks outside. They smiled because of its beauty and told at once, "We should look for love. We are twenty-eight already." Altogether, they laughed at each other, and Maye put her arms to Senna and Therese sitting beside her.

The men glanced at each other. "How old are you?" I'm eighteen, why do you ask?" She asked them. One cane forward and sniffed the air around her. "That's strange. Are you lost?" "Yes, no, umm.. maybe?" Alyson gave them her innocent expression and one of their hearts skipped a beat. This was the same expression that she would give to Kyla and she wouldn't even care yet these men's expressions had already changed. "My Alpha is Alpha Robert, do you know him?" She cocked her head to the side. Suddenly they started coughing.

“But he’s also a boy with a dream. One he’s had since he was five and duct-taping socks into makeshift basketballs because we couldn’t afford a real one. One he has bled for, trained for… lived for.” I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out an old, worn photo. She handed it to me, and I took it with both hands. It was Noah, seven or maybe eight years old, grinning wide, front teeth missing, holding a trophy almost as tall as he was. His fro was full and wild, his jersey hanging off his thin frame, but the fire in his eyes… that same fire still burned in him now.