Zephyr Haddock Novels & Stories

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.

What his trip were. "I am Zep." He grabbed the hand of a woman and put it on his lips. Zephyrus was really a good player. The woman was now captivated with obviously a thrill on her expression. "If you don't mind… Zep on me." The girl was chuckling. She was blushing with his corny joke. "These are my brothers." Zephyrus wrapped his arms on Hali. "You can call him Hal." Next, he pointed to Colden. "He is Den."

"Blue chalcedony is locked into the dual-cores. We have enough torque to drive up a vertical wall. Just give the word, Prince." Zephyr sat cross-legged on the floor, her eyes closed, her white hair floating slightly in an invisible breeze. "I’ve wrapped the hull in a localized low-pressure system. It will muffle the sound of the treads and deflect acoustic sensors." Tristan walked to the center of the cabin, bracing himself against the map table. He looked at Saoirse, who stood at the far end of the room, checking the kinetic dampeners on her black tactical suit. She caught his eye, offering a slow, confident nod.

I said with a laugh as worry lines creased his brow. We rode the Hipper, a superconducting levitation transporter that took city dwellers to and from the Drock, then proceeded onward to the edge of the ice lands. At speeds of over five hundred miles an hour, we passed computerized automotive harvesters and hovering seeding machines that dotted the landscape. Leaves as bright as jewels spun through the air in the Hipper’s wake. In the distance, the towering ice mountains stretched across the horizon. The ice lands covered two-thirds of our planet, sustaining a population of more than eighty million.

Written in bold. 'Hudson Enterprise.'

Lance answers. I thought I heard his bike, but the screaming drowned out the roaring of his bike. I watch as Everly walks out with Jenna and Zya. I am not sure what they put in the water in this group's neighborhood, but whatever, it made all these women gorgeous. Zya is a few inches taller than Tianya and Kylynn, around 5’6”. Her long curly, chocolate-brown hair ends at the top of her ass. What sets Zya apart from others is her striking bright green-blue eyes. She inherited those from her father. Everything else she got from her mother, including her caramel skin tone. Her mother is a full-blood Samoan and is beautiful. Drew was wise to snatch Zya up when he did. Jenna plops down by Lance a

Internally, I was fuming with rage. “I don’t know what exactly happened between Zachar and Derek, but Derek remained quiet for a few years. By then I had taken queen Gardenia to the islands where she gave birth to the future Ultima, Damen Reyes…” Hearing the name, Zeve flinched as if something happened to her. “Zeve?” I called out to her. “Uh?” She looked at me. “You ok?” I asked. She nodded with a smile, “I’m alright. Please continue, Zahir.” She said with a gulp.

Aaron and Elm, who happened to sit at my left and right, keep brushing my back just to calm my nerves. When the dessert was being served, Zephyr clinked his glass to avert everyone's attention to us at the main table. The alphas turn and Zephyr cleared his throat and begins his small speech. “Everyone, we would like to say our greatest gratitude for your presence here in our small and humble home.” I kid you not. I almost laughed when he said humble and small, because there’s nothing humble and small about this hideout. “Our mate, as the one who carries the heart of the late powerful Luna, Hyacinth, needs to say something to all of you here.”

I hadn’t known he held such a powerful position. Another man rose from his seat, straightening his tall, muscular frame. His voice was strong, yet his posture hinted at a restrained aggression. "My name is Zephry Dalton, of The Raven Pack." He barely inclined his head, his eyes on his hands, seemingly dismissive of the entire ceremony. I could feel the tension radiating from him, a presence that demanded attention even as he looked away.

She peered down at the baby, her eyes shining as she brushed the dark strand on her head lightly. “It’s a girl” I nodded, “Yeah” I looked up at Kira, noticing that she was still standing by the doorway, biting her thumb nail. “Killer, come here” I instructed, her eyes widening. “You sure?” “Killer, you are Hail drop’s god-mother. You have to come here” I said, rolling my eyes. “What?” she gasped, rushing towards me. “You know, if you want to?” I smiled lightly. “Yes, o yes Hayley” she gasped, holding her hand to her mouth. I looked over at Lacy, “Lace, you’re… you’re good at names” I whispered.