Zephyr Haddock Novels & Stories

I asked in surprise and he nodded “Of course they own a resort that has an island in Hawaii” “Huh?!” I yelled in surprise and Jade turned to look at us even the driver looked at us through the rear mirror “What are you guys whispering?” “Hehe….nothing” I smiled nervously and turned to Zack “Are you for real?” “Hmmm” Zack nodded “Then how come I've never heard it from him?” “Come on you know Jade Dexter, he does not like to brag” Zack muttered

“Good to see you, my friend. It’s been too long since that marvellous car exhibition in Monaco. Still got that violet Mustang, I trust? Only three produced in the world, if memory serves.” “Yes yes! Good to see you again Mr Irish potato” Hades chuckled back, acknowledging their inside joke memories. “This is a new year Mr Vancouver. I thought we’ve gone past that.” Ford waved his hands as he smiled, before continuing “And who’s this pretty damsel with you?” Of course Ford knew who Claudine was, but an introduction was still necessary. Hades’s public persona snapped into place, cold and imperious. He acknowledged Ford with a curt nod, his arm around Claudine’s waist subtly tightening, not in

My legs buckled when I was told that they'd fished the body of Christopher Quinton from the sea. My knees smashed into the gravel beneath my feet because I knew he'd have survived if he hadn't tried to save me. Three days later, I dealt with all the enemies and became the demoness of Porton's elite circle. Five years later, the pier business expanded considerably. However, I kept the scar on my arm as a memento to remind me of him. It had been five years since he died, exactly five years. I bought a bottle of herbicide in an attempt to take my own life. Then, I saw the supposedly dead Christopher proposing to my best friend, Zoe Shaw. I saw all my underlings congratulate them. I froze for

"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.

Persephone cried. She could hear another heavy breathing and the thumping of heart as quickly as her own. In the deep silence, right in front of her eyes, a radiant face revealed itself, first the elegant narrow jaw then the proud cheekbones and the pair of shimmering eyes as black as the river Styx. Silken strands of raven hair unraveled and flowed heavily over a set of slender shoulders. Hades finally appeared from the dark as she removed the Helm of Invisibility from her head. Persephone gasped at the sight of the goddess and she quickly backed herself away in fright.

You know who they are—Zeus and Zephyr. Zeus loved reading, so their room already had two full bookshelves filled with books. Zephyr, on the other hand, was into gadgets. He had his own computer, laptop, tablet, and all sorts of technology. One day, I went to check on them and was surprised when Zuhair pointed under the bed. When I looked, there was Zephyr, busy on his laptop. I asked him, “What are you doing down there?” He replied, “Ssshh, Mom. I’m hacking the Mafia Security System.”

He inched slowly toward the bed and saw Cordelia’s fair hand that was outside of the blanket. He held it while Cordelia pulled it back but gave up the struggle when she could not fight the man’s strength, allowing him to hold it. Zephyr’s palm was warm and big, giving her an exceptional sense of security. His husky voice came from the dark. “Since we’ve gone back to a year ago, let’s get to know each other again. “I’m Zephyr Hamerton. So, my family’s kind of rich, but I’m not really ambitious. I just want to stay with my wife and let her take care of me forever.

“Yes, I’m Ember Haiven.” “You should leave,” the Norse god stated without preamble. I blinked up at him. “Um… good morning to you, too? And who are you?” “Zephyr. I’m his majesty’s right hand man,” Zephyr replied. “I don’t think you’re a worthy surrogate.” “And I don’t think you’re very polite, so I guess we’re both disappointed,” I bit back.

I look at all the people walking out, talking, laughing, and being together. Yorick would be an amazing father and that thought has my body responding much more strongly than I would have expected. I suddenly feel a visceral need to give this man pups, pups that look like the two of us. “It’s fine, Wendy. We can talk tonight or tomorrow, Shakespeare,” Hacker says. “Shakespeare?” Wendy asks. “You haven’t met Zach. He gave us all nicknames when he first met us. I got mine for obvious reasons,” he says. “Not all of us get cool codenames,” he says much more softly. Wendy blushes and I gasp.

with a soft tone, Alpha Daedos said, trying to encourage Trixie to tell him whatever she is dying to tell his son, Drew. “Alpha Daedos, the missing golden she-wolf is around. She is staying in our beach resort. Her name is Daffodil Marby.” Trixie said without thinking anymore when she decided to tell the Alpha about Daffodil. Nearby, Lexus suddenly was rooted to his feet when he heard what Trixie had said to the Alpha. “Daffodil, goodness, why are you back?” he murmured, and then immediately, before their Alpha could notice him, he sprinted fast, got his old Harvey Davidson Motorcycle, and drove fast to the beach resort where Trixie is working.