Zephyr Haddock Novels & Stories

Zephyr was aware other women present thought the same thing but he was drowned to her. Just like the meeting began it ended, Zephyr drank an entire bottle of water to help clear his throat after talking for hours. The press were already gathering their equipment to leave, Zephyr stepped down from the sage and walked towards the lady who he knew quite alright admired him. “Hi!.” He said and she turned around to him. Zephyr extended his hand for a handshake, the lady took it and shook him lightly. “I am Zephyr!.” He introduces himself.

Zephyr slowly rose to his feet. His patience was clearly running out. He had barely gotten halfway up when something crashed onto the deck in front of him. A large brown sack. It moved. “Mhmm… Mhmm…” My eyes widened. “There’s someone inside!” The scent hit me almost immediately. It was a familiar scent but I couldn’t quite place it. But Zephyr clearly could. Without hesitation, he dropped down and ripped the sack open. A gasp escaped me. “Mona!” “Mom!”

However, as Ariel took a step closer to Julian and opened her mouth to speak, the words completely died in her throat. Suddenly, her entire body went numb. The smug, victorious smile on her face froze, and her eyes widened in absolute, paralyzing horror as her gaze zeroed in on the right side of Julian's neck. Julian’s shirt collar was slightly loose from when he had hurriedly dressed, exposing the smooth skin of his collarbone and neck. And right there, stark and undeniably clear against his tan skin, was a deep, dark purple mark. It was a hickey. And it was incredibly fresh.

“There.” Tristan studies the page. “You’ve heard of them?” “Yeah, I’ve heard the name before, but not the company.” “The flower. It’s familiar.” Everyone waits. I close my eyes briefly, then it hits me. “Son of a bitch.” Tristan’s voice is quiet. “You remember him?” I look directly at him. “Belladonna is a company, but it’s also a code name.” “For what?” Every pair of eyes turns to me, waiting. Years ago—back when I still hacked every database just to prove I could—one encrypted forum, one classified investigation. One name that intelligence agencies could never identify.

She nodded and wrote all of them, but got stuck at just one. She looked at him as he smiled, looking at the sheet. “You know… there’s this prince who has this island…” He smiled as her eyes widened in understanding. “Prince Edward Island, yes, that’s the one I was forgetting,” a giggle escaped her lisp as she wrote that down on the piece of paper. “Now tomorrow, I want you to locate all of these on the map,” She nodded and walked out of the cabin with a smile. The ladies looked at her with curiosity, “Why are you reading this?” Preeti asked her.

Henry slightly shook his head, clearly missing the point of what he had just said-as if he had any intention of making Daniel feel better. "Did you know that a normal bus would take twenty-two hours and twenty minutes to get to New York? But this one that we're in, thanks to Carter•Labs and their invention of the life cell, we will reach there six hours earlier," added Henry, completely ignoring what Daniel was saying, "now that's what I call excellent thinking!" "Never mind," Daniel resorted, sighing. It was already past noon when Mr. Gilbert notified everybody that they would be making a stop at Washington DC after almost seven hours of travel.

He said laying the paper down in front of his computer. “Thank you. Also there is another matter that I just thought of that I might need to add to that list depending on your answer.” I added. “What’s that?” Alpha Nik questioned. “Jax found his second chance mate. She’s a…well…no easy way to say this so just going to blurt it out.” I took a deep breath as Derek and Nik both stared at me before I blurted out, “She’s a dragon.” And then instantly covered my mouth with both my hands.

And I stared right at him. “What is this hybrid’s name?” Brock turned to me and said, “Zane Drocco.” Jared and I gasped but I kept my composure. Now I feel a strong headache coming on. I felt my back hit a wall and I closed my eyes, trying to process every bit of information as I put all the pieces together. The hybrids, why Elder Zane is so adamant to find and lock up every last hybrid from all packs, the prophecy and the white dragon.

Sydney huffed in annoyance, "Your sorry doesn't solve anything. Granted, you wanted to put a wedge between us and that worked. But you've moved on and I'm still picking up the pieces as I try to unscramble the mess you made of my mind. Even now, with all my memories, with me knowing everything we once shared, I'm not sure how I should feel about you. You're a complete stranger to me." Her last sentence had a thought coming to mind. I held my hand out, "Then let's start over as complete strangers. My name is Alpha Victor Silva. Alpha of the rogues. Welcome to one of the many sanctuaries I plan on constructing around the world." Sydney narrowed her gaze on my extended hand with apprehension be

A lady entered, her head bowed down and a small tray in her hand. "Good morning, Ms Russo..." greeted the lady. "What is the report, Zelda?" asked her. "The Dashers are nowhere to be found..."' reported the maid. A smirk escaped her mouth...it was happening. Taking the cup of tea and a sip, Blanca roamed around in the room until she walks to the window. "The Swamp Goddess is back and there is no way in hell she would leave Maddox Dasher or his family..." she took another sip as the smile plastered on her evil face.